Chapter 417

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Zhongguo received Chen Yi's call, remained silent for a long time, then asked: "To what extent can you make it?"

"An ironclad case." Chen Yi walked a few steps forward, went to a corner where others couldn't hear, and said: "Coercion, kidnapping—they did those things very easily, extremely proficiently. That shows they've done it more than once. Moreover, the way they handled things after arriving in Hong Kong is very suspicious. I'm confident I can ferret them out."

Chen Zhongguo pondered for a moment, then decided: "Then you go do it, I'll wait for your call."

Waiting for the call meant waiting for Chen Yi to complete the ironclad case, waiting for the call from those seeking intercession. Fighting and killing is the way young men establish their prestige; it doesn't belong to his level. Holding back without releasing, being able to strike whenever he wants—that is the effortless authority belonging to Chen Zhongguo.

If the Hua family really has to ask someone for help, then they must find someone with weight/influence.

Chen Yi calmly said "Okay," and after hanging up the phone, he excitedly raised his hand once, then immediately put it down.

Yin Sen Guan, who was on duty today, heard clearly and asked: "An ironclad case—does that mean killing them all?"

"Of course not, it means convicting them." Chen Yi explained what convicting meant, then smiled: "You keep all of Hua Zhen's people here, no one is allowed to hurt anyone, wait for Yan Ju."

Yin Sen Guan understood perfectly, stepped forward to block the passengers on the flight who wanted to leave, and told the staff: "All passengers of Hua Zhen Records stay here; others must show evidence before they can leave."

The airport staff looked at him strangely and said: "This is a chartered flight. Everyone here belongs to Hua Zhen."

"That's convenient." Yin Sen Guan was still worried he might have missed someone. When he was in the Yin Sen Family, he was also a Level 9 Temple Knight; although he didn't often participate in political struggles, he wasn't unfamiliar with them. After Chen Yi explained a little, he understood the crux of the matter.

So Yin Sen Guan domineeringly corralled everyone into the passenger rest area and ordered: "Hand over all your mobile phones."

"Who are you?"

"Get out of the way quickly."

"Why should I give you my mobile phone?"

Not only Hua Zhen Records' people, but also the singers they signed and the airport staff were deeply dissatisfied with Yin Sen Guan, even thinking he was a person with a sick brain.

Hua Zhen's bodyguards stepped forward to shove him, but were immediately knocked unconscious.

Two people wanted to escape; Yin Sen Guan kicked two chairs out with his feet and pounced on them.

Watching the iron slag struggling on the hollow steel pipes connecting the chairs, a group of people could only wait for Yin Sen Guan with angry gazes.

Yin Sen Guan didn't care at all; he had seen plenty of such hatred on the battlefield, but most of the time the result was him killing the owner of those gazes, causing their eyeballs to lose their luster.

He swept his gaze around the circle with those eyes that had once killed countless people; the chilling killing intent was almost like pressure/aura, making ordinary city men and women nearly suffocate.

"Your mobile phone." He walked up to the small man in front wearing sharp-toed leather shoes.

The small man tremblingly handed it to him; Yin Sen Guan put it away and asked the next girl: "Yours?"

"I didn't bring a mobile phone." The girl thrust out her chest.

Yin Sen Guan reached out and lightly tapped her chest; the clear "crack" sound made people's teeth ache.

"My mobile phone!" The girl nervously pulled out a shattered mobile phone from her chest, and clung to Yin Sen Guan unreasonably: "Compensate me, compensate me, there are still many saved text messages on it."

Yin Sen Guan impatiently pinched her neck; after two or three seconds, he made her faint.

"Next."

Whether agent, bodyguard, artist, manager, or assistant, no one could escape Yin Sen Guan. If they handed over their mobile phones, fine; if not, he would immediately smash them with his finger. The speed looked not fast, but no one could dodge it—even the bodyguard who drew a baton had his mobile phone smashed first, then was knocked down.

The General Manager was outside the circle; he made several consecutive calls but didn't see Yin Sen Guan come out to stop him, as if deliberately letting him make calls.

The General Manager then realized the situation was bad.

If the other side didn't know Hua Zhen's backing, that would be one thing; but now that they knew and still acted like this, it meant they had something to rely on.

What were they relying on? He didn't have time to think, nor could he figure it out.

After making two more calls, he finally heard Young Master Hua's voice, accompanied by coquettish laughter and the sound of water splashing and play. The manager cursed under his breath but breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Young Master, we're in trouble."

Chen Yi appeared at his side at some point; after he finished speaking, Chen Yi snatched his mobile phone in one grab, looked at the number, and hung up.

Young Master Hua, who was reveling in wine and meat across the line, spat, and before he could curse, was pulled away by an open/liberal beauty. On the yacht party, with unlimited champagne and fine wine, beauties who yearn for a noble life can't resist such temptation—just as sturdy men always want to show women their naked bodies, and hot beauties always want to find chances to show men their naked bodies, of course, only valuable men.

On the other end of the phone, Hua Zhen's General Manager was both shocked and angry; he feared both Young Master Hua's anger and Chen Yi's great background. For a moment his mind was in chaos, and he pointed at Chen Yi, unable to speak.

Chen Yi smiled kindly, but waved the mobile phone in the air, then tucked it into his own pocket, and went to chat with Lin Yuan.

The manager, affected by the "pressure/aura," stayed where he was until he saw Chen Yi and Lin Yuan chatting; then he felt a stir in his heart, thinking the problem might lie with Lin Yuan.

This girl—he had noticed her for a long time. Her looks weren't stunningly beautiful, but she was very generous; she attracted men's gazes without making women dislike her. Her education was also good—a typical Eastern beauty. If she could be trained a bit more, with more athleticism, she would be perfect. If not for so many advantages, he wouldn't have, at the dangerous time when they demanded contract termination, forcibly brought her to Hong Kong.

Manager Hua slapped his own forehead, thinking: It seems I've messed things up.

People say "a man flies into a rage for a beauty"; if she really had power in Neidi comparable to Young Master Hua, and for his own woman had beaten up a whole group of his people, Young Master Hua probably wouldn't speak up for him—even with somewhat lesser power, Young Master Hua would probably rather sacrifice him, and would also put on an appearance of cherishing fragrance and valuing jade.

The people below didn't understand, but these senior managers all knew that the Hua family's connections were now used up and few; unless it was a critical moment, the old major connections wouldn't be moved. Everyone knew which was lighter or heavier: taking a beating or losing a major connection.

While he was thinking, Yin Sen Guan had already gathered all the mobile phones together, said warningly: "All of you stay put," then went to Chen Yi's side's rest seat.

Those who could resist had all resisted; the ones remaining now were all tamer than cats, huddled on chairs, muttering complaints to each other.

"My Lord, what about their mobile phones?" Yin Sen Guan had been educated with "Knowledge Solvent," so he knew the uses and functions of ordinary tech products.

"Smash them."

Lin Yuan hurriedly shouted "Wait," but Yin Sen Guan didn't listen; only a clattering sound was heard, and a bag of black plastic mobile phones turned into half a bag of parts.

"Not everyone is a bad person. Their mobile phones contain important information. If you're afraid they'll contact others, just keep them." Lin Yuan moved a little away from Chen Yi's side, with a tone of hating iron for not becoming steel.

Chen Yi laughed freely and explained casually: "Nowadays mobile phones have things like GPS; who knows if someone deliberately keeps their phone on, or uses remote control? So smashing them is the safest."

Hearing him say this, Lin Yuan believed it, and even shyly wrinkled her nose, smiling: "You've helped me twice already; I should trust you..."

"Too corny." Chen Yi laughed.

Lin Yuan lightly punched him with a small fist, then asked worriedly: "I've heard Hua Zhen has background; will you get into trouble?"

Chen Yi was about to speak, but Hua Zhen's manager came over, bowing and scraping before the two: "Miss Lin. Sorry, we were wrong, we really were wrong."

For a record company manager, licking birds under the crotch, swimming in urine, wearing a green hat and pushing buttocks counted for nothing, let alone kneeling. He faced Lin Yuan with an extremely humble and pitiful look, using piled-up humility to express his utmost apology; its core thought was "I was wrong" or "We were wrong."

Lin Yuan looked at him in surprise. On the plane, at the company, he had still been arrogant and domineering. Now, he only made one think of those poor animals starving to death.

She felt a bit soft-hearted, but not that soft-hearted. After all, she had truly seen how the Manager treated those artists, and it was he who refused to terminate the contract. Thinking that if Hua Zhen's company was not a legitimate company, Lin Yuan couldn't help but ask: "What do you prepare to let me go to Hong Kong to do?"

"Of course it's to participate in some concerts and TV programs, we agreed on this before." The General Manager said with his head lowered.

Chen Yi hissed, saying: "He wants you to participate in some banquets attended by famous noble sons, parties, or bikini dance parties, pool dance parties, and so on, right?"

Under the pressure, the General Manager didn't dare speak nonsense, and said weakly: "These are all voluntary in nature, and they are indeed one of the roads to fame."

Lin Yuan's rare bit of soft-heartedness also disappeared. She fiercely kicked the General Manager with her high heels, and left in a huff.

Chen Yi smiled lightly, and continued to ask: "Such girls, how many have you brought to Hong Kong?"

"This..."

"Number." Chen Yi slightly raised a bit of the pressure's power.

"Not many. Several tens, or over a hundred."

"Names."

The General Manager felt things were bad, and said in a low voice: "Why not... you ask Young Master Hua."

"Which Young Master Hua?"

"That one, that Young Master Hua."

"Full name."

"Hua Jiansheng."

Chen Yi took out his mobile phone, and asked: "Number, does he know about all these things?"

The General Manager thought he could get away, so he spoke the number.

Chen Yi snapped his mobile phone shut with a pa sound, put it back into his pocket, but instead took out a recording pen, and as he turned it on, said: "If Young Master Hua knows you sold him out, what do you think the result will be."

The General Manager was greatly shocked. His bent waist straightened, then bent again, bent again, then straightened up again, like a big shrimp in a hot wok, developing toward the bright red direction.

After bending his waist once more, the General Manager came up with a plan. He said with a bitter face: "A person of your status, what's the meaning of framing me. Besides, this was also you forcing me to say it."

"You think I dragged you down from heaven for the sake of a woman?" Chen Yi suddenly said this.

"Ah?"

"Do I look like such a bored person?"

The General Manager thought: "Bored noble sons like you, I've seen plenty."

Chen Yi smiled faintly, and asked again: "Willing to testify against Hua Jiansheng?"

The big shrimp Manager shrank his waist, saying: "How can that work."

"If you're not willing, I'll deal with you myself, then use the video tape to find trouble with Hua Jiansheng. What do you think he'll do to you?"

"Young Master Hua won't believe it."

"Really?" Chen Yi took out a handful of Green Breath Berries, feeding them into his mouth one by one.

"Really."

"Really?"

The Manager's sweat flowed down. His psychological quality was not bad, but on one hand there was the influence of the "pressure", on the other hand the interference of power. The Young Master Hua he was familiar with, if he heard this video tape — the result, who knows.

"If you testify, Hua Jiansheng is definitely finished. At that time, I'll send your whole family abroad." Chen Yi looked out the window. The police bureau's people had already arrived, led by an officer he didn't recognize, should be Bureau Chief Yan's trusted aide.

Here, the Manager heard his words and was a bit moved, but said: "I don't believe it."

"Which aspect?"

"I know you have money, but Young Master Hua's power in the Mainland is not small. If you move against him, big figures will step forward."

Chen Yi laughed, saying: "You finally know what I want."

The big shrimp Manager's sweat instantly flowed down. He thought secretly: Just what kind of person have I provoked.

Steady leather shoe sounds "deng... deng" appeared. Chen Yi made way, pressed his hand on the Manager's shoulder, and said: "You know how you should speak now."

At the moment of seeing the police, he asked: "How do I know you'll fulfill your promise?"

"You'll know." Chen Yi smiled lightly, called Lin Yuan, and left the airport. Besides her there were other witnesses, and didn't need her to appear.

The leading officer and Chen Yi passed each other, nodding slightly.

The big shrimp Manager noticed this detail, and had no more doubts. He also didn't have too many choices left.

Sitting in a car, Lin Yuan was still in the aftershock of shock, but Chen Yi had already started frequent phone calls. He had to confirm with Bureau Chief Yan that Hua Zhen Records' people were still detained and could withstand huge pressure. This way, the police bureau seemed not a very safe place. But exactly where to detain them still needed confirmation from several sides, and the progress reported to Grandpa Chen Zhongguo.

"Put me... down in front is fine." Lin Yuan suddenly touched Chen Yi.

"Ah... oh, my mistake." Chen Yi signaled the driver to stop, thought a bit, and smiled: "Class Monitor, can't go to Hua Zhen Records, what ideas do you have now?"

"Can't go to Hua Zhen, then go to another record company."

"Another? You insist on being a singer?"

"The feeling on stage... pretty good." Lin Yuan rarely said bashfully: "I quite like singing, and it can solve economic problems. I want to try two more times."

Chen Yi nodded noncommittally, found paper and pen, wrote down Mo Shaoqiu's phone number, and said: "You find him to help you. Regarding the paths in China's entertainment circle, he knows quite a lot."

Lin Yuan took a look, and without affectation accepted it, smiling: "Precisely what I need."

Lao Zhai.

The wutong trees sprouted new buds, looking a bit like withered wood meeting spring.

Old Fo and Old Ou both arrived at the residence. Their energy wasn't as vigorous as Chen Zhongguo's, but the current advisory work wasn't extremely busy either, so they could persist.

For them, Chen Yi could only provide a small amount of Saint Qiao Kingdom Health Medicine and energy recovery potion. The former was a new variety listed on the Crystal Screen. Although their effects weren't as good as "Grace", if taken year-round, increasing lifespan by ten or twenty years was not impossible.

For Old Fo and them, twenty years could change a lot.

"Handled it?" Chen Zhongguo sat on a very large Grand Master Chair, diagonally facing the door, looking very at ease.

"Bureau Chief Yan's people took over. If it's bamboo tube pouring beans, by evening we can inform the Hong Kong side."

"Just having witnesses isn't enough; you need physical evidence. Physical evidence stands the test of time and covers a wider scope."

"Zhu Guangliang had a friend handle it in Hong Kong."

Chen Zhongguo nodded and said, "You don't understand the situation over there, Old Buddha. Give them a call and urge them on."

"Urge whom?"

"The Hong Kong Government," Chen Zhongguo said, stretching lazily as he smiled. "Now, we just wait for the call."

The call naturally came from the Hua family's great connections.

Without a call pleading for him, Young Master Hua was just a commoner, and a mere commoner could be trampled upon at will. If there was such a call, it had to be a call worthy of Chen Zhongguo's status.

The mark was established in such a call.

Chen Yi didn't know the specific content of the call, nor who had called, but by the time of the Democratic Life Meeting the following week, the old man proposed: the next target was to transfer Chen Congyu from the CPPCC to the City Government.

Merit-Based Reward!

When he returned home, Fang Man Yi had prepared a whole table of dishes—fish on the fish platter, soup in the soup bowl, meat on the round plate, vegetables on the long plate. It was colorful and splendid, a reward for Chen Yi. Mom's Merit-Based Reward seemed more thoughtful.

Chen Congyu had drunk some wine and asked Chen Yi, slightly drunk, "How do you know what the old man wants?"

"I don't know," Chen Yi said honestly with a smile, "but I'm sure there are benefits."

"Great benefits," Chen Congyu exhaled and laughed. "I feel like we're back in school again—the old man decides the path, and we follow."

Chen Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Were you a Rebellious Youth back then?"

"If he hadn't been rebellious, there wouldn't be a Chen Group," Fang Man Yi said, sitting beside Chen Yi and incidentally telling him a few embarrassing stories about her husband from back then, which instantly sobered Chen Congyu up.

Chen Yi laughed heartily, and only after seeing his old man's face turn Cyan Crystal did he ask, "Grandpa, how does he plan to do it?"

"An attempt to make the official promotion system public."

"What?"

"Jiangning City is openly selecting Director-General Level cadres, requiring that one-third of the vacant Director-General Level positions be openly selected citywide."

Chen Yi said in surprise, "One-third? Isn't that too much of a fuss?"

Chen Congyu's face was red with a drunken smile as he said, "There are currently eight vacant Director-General Level positions in total; one-third is two or three. Besides the Deputy Director of United Front Work Department, there's also a Deputy Position at Jiangning University of Technology and a director of the People's Air Defense Office... For officials within the system, it's just a Chicken Rib."

Chen Yi was stunned: "The requirements?"

"Age between 45 and 52, with Principal Position experience at Section Chief level or above, a nationally recognized graduate degree or higher..."

"Are you a graduate student?"

"Correspondence Education is also nationally recognized. The CPPCC is one of the Four Major Leadership Groups, so the chairman of the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce also counts as a Principal Position."

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