Chapter 428

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Wanting to remove He Fuhan from the position of Jiangning Mayor was far more difficult than removing Sun Maoxin from the position of City High Official — neither romantic scandals nor criminal offenses could easily bring him down. Corruption might work, but given He Fuhan's cunning, catching him red-handed would be extremely difficult... perhaps fabricating a corruption case would be easier than finding his actual corrupt acts...

Chen Yi's mind raced through a full circle, while his mouth asked in a joking tone: "What kind of help do you think you can provide?"

"I've met He Fuhan, back in Kuala Lumpur."

Chen Yi let out an unmoved "Oh," which proved nothing.

"You're just like a seventy- or eighty-year-old politician." Wu Jingjing covered her mouth and laughed in a ladylike manner.

"How so?"

"No rabbit, no hawk." Wu Jingjing finished speaking in not-very-fluent Chinese, then said: "Only seventy- or eighty-year-old politicians would act like this."

Chen Yi didn't agree, but merely shrugged.

Wu Jingjing made a bubble-blowing gesture, unclear whether it was contempt or helplessness. Her lips were full and sexy, possessing an attraction that drew people in, just like her restrained yet flamboyant personality, always carrying an elusive charm.

She waited until Chen Yi and the others were getting a bit anxious, then smiled revealing shallow dimples, and said: "Do you still remember Mizan?"

"The rich kid from Malaysia."

Wu Jingjing smiled: "His family can't compare to the Chen Family at all. I heard your grandfather's health has greatly improved?"

"It's much better."

"Mizan's grandfather's health is failing. After hearing the news of your grandfather's great recovery, he's been keeping close watch." Wu Jingjing's eyes flickered, and she said softly: "Actually, the one who can really help you isn't me, but Mizan. He's been watching for about half a year, guessing that the medicine you used isn't cheap, so he wanted to find a suitable opportunity and price to exchange for a very expensive medicine that could restore his grandfather's health."

For Rulers, health is truly priceless. For Commoners, health is sometimes a luxury good.

The cost and risk of using "Bestowal" were both not low. Chen Yi looked at Wu Jingjing with bright eyes, carrying a faint pressuring light, and asked: "Why hasn't Mizan appeared?"

"First, he wanted to confirm your intentions. Additionally, he hoped to confirm whether you have this kind of miraculous medicine or doctor who could help his grandfather extend his health — not much, just two to three more years." Wu Jingjing finished in one breath, then said embarrassedly: "He had no other choice, so he begged me to step forward. So, if you think this transaction can proceed, he will leak the information he knows about the He Family to you... if the transaction cannot proceed, then Mizan won't admit to this matter either."

Chen Yi shook his head: "Too complicated. I need to know what information first."

If it weren't for the He Family's intelligence, Chen Yi wouldn't have bothered with Mizan's troublesome demands at all.

"The He Family has a massive overseas investment, currently managed by his younger brother..."

Chen Yi interrupted her, asking: "He Tao's father?"

"Yes. After he stepped down, he took over the He Family's business in Southeast Asia, frequently traveling between Europe and America." Wu Jingjing paused slightly, then continued: "The part I can say is that the He Family's overseas investment carries enormous risk. Although it hasn't lost money yet, it's also extremely dangerous... if you're willing to help, Mizan is also willing to help you seek out the He Family's flaws."

Truly calculating!

Chen Yi thought secretly: If my grandfather's lifespan was ending, would I scheme exhaustively like Mizan?

If it really worked — or rather, if there was a certain chance of reaching the goal — I would also scheme exhaustively!

The only unexpected thing was that Mizan, looking like a rich kid, would actually spend half a year preparing. He had accurately gauged Chen Yi's mindset. Without such thorough preparation, Chen Yi would absolutely never have used "Bestowal" on someone else.

Now it was different. Chen Yi made the choice almost without hesitation: "If the final result is He Fuhan stepping down, then I agree to provide the medicinal herbs, guarantee... what condition is Mizan's grandfather in?"

Chen Yi didn't dare promise lightly. Being on a ventilator and being physically weak are two different things.

"Already bedridden."

"Organ failure?"

"Not to that extent, but doctors say it's hard for him to last until year-end."

"I understand. Tell Mizan I'll provide medicinal herbs to him."

"Medicinal herbs to maintain three years?"

"Yes."

"Understood. I'll notify Mizan right now."

"Is he in China?"

"Right in Jiangning." Wu Jingjing smiled faintly. The He Family's information wasn't common goods; once found it had to be utilized, where could it be wasted?

During the waiting time, the two sampled every dish at the Thai restaurant. Wu Jingjing ate only one bite of each before waiting for the next course, still seriously recording a sentence or two in her notebook. Chen Yi, meanwhile, used a Knight's stomach to sweep the table clean of all dishes.

Mizan arrived at the restaurant sweating profusely. Upon seeing Chen Yi, he asked excitedly yet worriedly: "You agreed?"

"More or less. What information did you get?"

Mizan glanced at Wu Jingjing. Seeing the latter nod, he then slowed his tone and spoke in English: "We received information that the He Family purchased a large amount of copper options overseas. The quantity they purchased is extremely large, therefore accumulating enormous risk."

Chen Yi propped his chin, puzzled: "They dare to short sell?"

"Of course it's going long."

"Then what's the risk? Copper prices have been rising all the way."

"But if the Chinese Government sells off copper, copper prices will fall." Mizan was even more eager than Chen Yi for him to agree to his idea and complete the transaction. He spoke with varying tone: "This is a good opportunity. The options the He Family bought have borrowing of at least two-thirds. Once the Chinese Government sells off its copper reserves, prices will plummet rapidly. At that time, the He Family's capital chain will break, and even if copper prices rise afterward it will be useless."

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, but unexpectedly shook his head: "That way, the Government's losses would be enormous. I'd be cursed miserably."

Even a third-generation scion with supernatural abilities is still a third-generation scion. No matter the reason, causing the nation losses of hundreds of billions or more would still get you cursed with bloody spit.

"Or... you don't need the National Reserve Bureau to sell copper. Just releasing the news would be enough." Wu Jingjing interjected with a suggestion.

Chen Yi denied it: "In that case, their capital chain wouldn't break, right?"

"But they'd be afraid, right?" Mizan quickly had an idea: "If you can work the National Reserve Bureau angle, first release news of impending copper sell-off, then go find the He Family people and make them do as you require, otherwise continue selling... wouldn't that achieve the goal?"

"Make a vice-ministerial official step down? Money isn't enough to watch." Chen Yi felt they didn't understand China's national conditions. In countries with election systems where officials can go up and down, politicians resigning for money seems natural. But in China, stepping down in such a disgraceful way — there's truly not even a bit of warm-up that can be played well. Even if the He Family agreed, He Fuhan wouldn't comply.

Mizan persisted with another line: "Transferring him to a different post as an official should be possible, right?"

Transfer away!

This might be a usable idea. But the knots involved are still too many, making one want to give up. However, what thing in the world is easy?

Chen Yi calmed his mind and pondered carefully. For this, he pulled out a small round wooden stick from behind his back, gripped it in his hand, and meditated in deep thought — real meditation. It was a Focus Wand, which improved his attention and focus level.

Mizan and Wu Jingjing could only wait quietly for him to reach a conclusion.

The hot dishes on the table gradually turned cold.

The two began to boredly observe the restaurant's decor. Everywhere one looked was glass — flat glass, frosted glass, patterned glass, wired glass, insulated glass — it sounded like a glass restaurant, a glass house. Under the bright sunlight, the lights on the ceiling were still on, though their effect was negligible. Waiters shuttling back and forth wore traditional Thai attire, accepting the command of a Chinese foreman.

"I need more detailed information." Chen Yi suddenly raised his head.

"That's all in Kuala Lumpur." Mizan spoke insincerely; the core of his meaning was simply to have Chen Yi fulfill his promise.

Chen Yi hesitated only a moment before agreeing.

Mizan cried out happily, slapped his forehead, and said: "Then I'll go prepare the plane right now. When did we agree to meet?"

"Let's depart in the evening." Chen Yi didn't actually need to prepare anything; he just had to bring people along.

Through the embassy, Mizan quickly readied the takeoff preparations. Malaysia had direct flights to Jiangning; they just needed to add one charter flight.

The process of "bestowing" upon Mizan's grandfather was unremarkable; the only gain was various intelligence. Chen Yi was wearing the Listening Scroll at the time, to avoid being tricked into returning money to the wrong number of people. Fortunately, when a problem arose, he returned to Jiangning on schedule.

Returning home, Chen Yi rushed non-stop to the Lao Zhai. Things were different from the past; whether it was toppling He Fuhan or transferring He Fuhan, both required Grandfather's nod.

There were even more vehicles outside the Lao Zhai. After the Chen Family regained momentum, Chen Zhongguo strengthened his control rating through various means — something ordinary elders could hardly achieve. Yet he accomplished this control with abundant physical vigor and powerful mental power. Now, the Chen Family Power had re-concentrated into a solid bloc; anyone wanting to withdraw would be betraying it. This was a huge difference from the previous freedom of action.

Chen Yi possessed the sole access privilege among the three generations. The Housekeeper went to report after seeing it, and he only waited about 1 hour before seeing Grandfather.

The once-old Chen Zhongguo — the white hair at his temples had turned black again, and the rocking chair in the study was nowhere to be found. The health doctors and nurses had been moved from the next-door room to another annex building, replaced by an advisory team. Fo Lao, Zhou Lao, and Li Lao all took up constant residence at the Lao Zhai, as if going to work.

Being able to assist Chen Zhongguo onto the national stage once more, they were also extremely invigorated. All three were slightly younger than Chen Zhongguo; now was precisely the time to exert their remnant heat.

In 3 minutes, Chen Yi briefly described the method of moving He Fuhan away and the intelligence source. As for exactly where he was moved to, that was obviously a massive undertaking.

Li Lao, who was not too familiar with him, was extraordinarily surprised that a 20-year-old youth was participating in the appointment and removal of a vice-ministerial-level official. Fo Lao and Zhou Lao's expressions were comparatively calm, though whether their hearts were calm was hard to say.

Chen Zhongguo listened quietly to the end, and did not comment on it, but instead asked first: "What is your purpose in moving He Fuhan away?"

"Ah?"

"He Fuhan is currently quiet like a puppet soldier. You expended such great effort merely to move him rather than topple him. Clearly, you have some plan, right?"

Chen Yi first flattered him: "Your thinking is truly sharp."

"Hm?"

"Actually, I want to issue a kind of honest currency through the Jiangning Municipal Government, or honest bonds serving as currency."

Before Chen Yi's words had even fallen, the four old men present were all stunned.

Printing one's own money — this kind of thing, roughly speaking, was something young people 50 years ago would never have dared to imagine no matter what.

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