Chapter 42: Only My Unique Method Chapter 42: Planning Strategies

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"We must convince people with reason!"

When facing violence, Chen Yi blurted out the words, and his hand also reached into his specially made pocket, tearing open a Level 2 Agility Scroll.

This was equipment prepared for the College Entrance Examination; he never expected it would see use right now.

The instant the scroll emitted light, Chen Yi made a motion to lower his head and dodge.

Liu Xinyu's limp palm grazed past his scalp as it flew out.

"You little vixen, too ruthless." Chen Yi's eyes widened in anger as he shouted: "Is the face something you can just hit casually?"

"Why can't I hit it." Liu Xinyu, having gained the upper hand, refused to let up, glaring at him viciously, yet her slender snow-white calf suddenly kicked upward.

If this move were used on a small hoodlum, it would truly be beneficial in every case. Even an upgraded big hoodlum — who knows how many have therefore harbored resentment on the streets.

But Chen Yi was currently in a state of concentrated spirit, plus the Agility Scroll's bonus; he only made a sidestep motion before reaching to grab that long leg that had escaped the short skirt's protection.

How could Liu Xinyu let him succeed? Her mind was still considering whether to get serious, but her body involuntarily leaned forward.

It turned out Chen Yi's overly fast movement had brushed against her ankle.

The distance between the two was already very close; this lean bridged that tiny gap.

Chen Yi only felt his lips touch a very soft tender place, then something hard — that was teeth behind lips, touching collarbone through skin.

In that split second, he plunged into a warm hot valley, in a state of passive suffocation, unable to see anything, unable to think anything……

Liu Xinyu stared blankly for two seconds, finally came to her senses, shoved him away hard; she didn't scream like an ordinary girl, but she was absolutely not calm either.

Look at her anger, her chest heaving up and down — truly enticing.

Indeed the real deal.

Chen Yi couldn't help recalling the sensation from just now.

"Are you Mr. Chen who called for a car." The taxi finally arrived at the roadside, the driver leaning out the window to ask.

Liu Xinyu snapped awake first, putting on a fierce look, scolding in a low voice: "You're too bold, this matter isn't over."

Chen Yi made a bitter face, saying: "You're the one who crashed into me."

"I hold grudges." Liu Xinyu calmed down at this moment, but the barbs in her words were colder than wind; she squeezed air through her teeth: "Don't look at me as just an Investigator; right now I can stop all your family's bank loans. If there's even a single cent of overdue matured debt, prepare for shutdown and compensation. And tax affairs — not that simple."

If it were normal times, she truly wouldn't use threats to vent; she would only do what needed doing — showing she was nearly muddled with rage.

"Tsk tsk." Chen Yi likewise exhaled, looked her up and down, yet said nothing, turned and got into the taxi.

Liu Xinyu gritted her teeth with a grinding sound.

Returning home, from far away one could see the brightly lit lights.

Chen Yi as usual put the Random Chest in the garage first, then entered the house. In the living room, besides his parents, there were also his eldest uncle and Uncle — four people with cooled green tea before them, heads buried in a pile of documents, that serious appearance like four moles who had just stolen corn.

"Only back now?" Mother heard the sound, raised her head to ask, fatigue fully displayed.

Chen Yi gave an "Mm," then greeted eldest uncle and Uncle one by one.

Fang Man Yi paid him no mind, only nodding: "Then go to sleep early, these days read more books, tomorrow I'll accompany you to review."

"No need, I've already settled it." Chen Yi spoke the honest truth, conveniently re-brewing tea for everyone while saying: "Encountered a problem?"

"You just study with peace of mind." Chen Congyu pulled himself out from countless materials, leaned back in his chair and stretched a Divine Pill; seeing his son still staring at him, he helplessly explained a couple sentences: "The company's accountant was bought off, can't be used anymore; now the problems on the Account Book need us to re-communicate. You don't need to worry."

The accountant matter was something the family had long known and also had to be notified about, so he spoke of it.

Chen Yi was dissatisfied though; in just three short months, what he had experienced was almost more than all previous times combined — how could he truly not worry.

He stood by the tea table, looked at those document names, and asked: "How much money is needed to solve the main problem?"

"This isn't simply a money problem." Eldest uncle Chen Guoliang couldn't help laughing: "In China, problems money can solve are not few, but it's impossible for it to be all. We've weathered great storms; it's fine."

Chen Yi stubbornly said: "But I know, all problems can ultimately be converted into economic problems. Grandpa has stepped down; perhaps he can't maintain as many benefits as before, but there's always a figure that can guarantee we can advance to attack or retreat to defend."

His words instantly stunned all four people present. The look in their eyes when looking at him was no longer like looking at a child.

Half a day passed before Chen Congyu bitterly smiled: "Where did you read so many messy things? It's not that simple."

"I just want a simple answer." Chen Yi firmly shook his head. In his heart he was clear: although the power he grasped was powerful and appeared to have unlimited potential, relative to the entire massive society, it could still only be called potential.

Relatively speaking, rather, the supercomputer in his hand was an unexpectedly important resource; even for him, even if he obtained another Skill Copy Scroll, in a different environment, a different time, it might not necessarily play out so thoroughly, proceed so smoothly.

In other words, obtaining the supercomputer had a luck component, but its value was solid and real. Relying on it and various scrolls, perhaps in a short time he could manufacture a large amount of cash. Although insufficient to resolve the family crisis, alleviating it had a very high possibility.

For the current Chen Yi, using money to buy time completely conformed to logic.

Chen Guoliang looked at Chen Congyu, smiled and said no more; it seemed he had handed the decision-making authority to Chen Father.

The latter was also very helpless, forcefully adjusting his sitting posture; half a day later he patted the documents before him: "We can no longer get bank loans, plus the current situation, so we must fully repay the matured payments. In the coming month, the total amount is approximately 11 million US dollars. However the problem isn't here; the problem is we cannot roll over loans. Since you understand Grandpa's problem, you should know this is a political problem, not an economic problem."

He deliberately used US dollars to conceal the huge figure. As of now, an 8.4 exchange rate meant the first batch of debt was 92.4 million RMB — an extremely massive number.

Chen Yi didn't listen to the explanation, instead asking: "Then how much do we have now?"

"You really are persistent." Fang Man Yi scolded: "Either go back to your room to study, or go to sleep; company matters have adults handling them."

"I guarantee the College Entrance Examination is no problem. My mock exam score is class first place, top 20 in the grade; Jiangning University I can pick my major." Chen Yi finished speaking, continued asking: "Giving me an approximate figure should be fine, right."

"30 million." Chen Congyu raised his fingers; he didn't state the real figure, but it wasn't far off.

Despite being prepared long ago, the huge gap of 60 million still made Chen Yi freeze for a moment. He hadn't expected the pressure of the bank stopping loans would be this enormous.

However, for him, the tens-of-millions level were all just numbers. He thought for a bit, then Chen Yi continued: "Actually I feel the bank's problem, although a political problem, is also an economic problem; any path can be traversed. Before you all walked political paths; now those are blocked, walking an economic path should also work, right."

Finished speaking, Chen Yi smiled very uglily, hugging his cup and returned upstairs.

The four adults looked at each other, looking at each other for half a day; Uncle spoke first: "What Chen Yi said truly has operability. We're hitting walls everywhere now; no matter how good a connection, they dare not touch it; rather, the raising money route can still maneuver a bit."

Chen Congyu licked his lips, hand unconsciously rubbing on the documents; half a moment later: "Over 90 million isn't a small figure, and we must reserve enough production funds, worker wages — at least 100 million. Another thing: first batch of loans repaid, 45 days later a second batch matures; what then?"

"With a month and a half of buffer, we can always think of a way. If the first batch of Fund can arrive, then we can take the Politics route later; that's not impossible either." Chen Guoliang divided the problem in two with a single sentence.

Uncle took the Initiative at this moment: "Right now Third Brother is bearing the brunt of the other side's main attack, so if our several families think of a way to pool together, we should be able to get 40 million."

As he spoke he looked at Fang Man Yi: "Sister-in-law, liquidate some of the Stocks in hand, and Sell a few plots of land; how much money can be Received immediately?"

Fang Man Yi drank a mouthful of Saliva, calculating as she spoke: "No Problem getting back the Overseas Investment money; the Quantity should be around 20 million. But selling land or factories isn't something that can be done in a moment."

She had spoken halfway when Chen Congyu Interrupted: "We Sell the Riverbank land at a loss; Domestic real estate developers don't have enough guts, but there are also foreign merchants. Plus the few closed factories, 40 million is barely enough. However, Rongjie and Big Brother, you don't need to rush. You don't Do Business; however much savings you have, smash the pot and sell the Iron — this path won't work."

In his generation, there were three brothers in total, plus the Second Sister Overseas. Among the four, only he went into commerce; no matter how comfortable the others were Economically, they didn't have that much cash.

Unexpectedly, Big Brother Chen Guoliang instead fell into Thoughtful silence, waved a hand, and said: "Smashing the pot and selling the Iron is exactly what we should do. Our current influence can't get a Bank Loan done, but if we go all out, borrowing from private hands, we might not fail to borrow 50 million. I used to know a few Wealthy Earth Element tycoons, always too lazy to deal with them; now we can ask. Your place, Little Brother, should also have quite a few people Queuing up to ask favors."

"Can't let you violate discipline..."

"Then we won't violate discipline." The Smallest Chen Rongjie slapped the Table: "We operate properly, with Mortgage and interest — private Loan; it's justified anywhere."

Several people were Thoughtful, feeling it made Principle yet Worrying about potential problems; in the end they all looked at Chen Congyu, after all it was his group, his heart's blood.

This was a considerably difficult decision; time was tight, once finalized there would be no Opportunity to Adjust a third time.

Fang Man Yi slowly Stood Up, patted her husband's shoulder, and said: "I'll Go See the son."

The two brothers also Stood Up to take their leave.

Chen Congyu spent a sleepless night.