Chapter 430

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

June.

When the people of the Northeast were still enjoying a pleasant cool breeze, and the cattle and sheep of Tibet were beginning to sip the cool water flowing down from Tanggula Mountain, Jiangning had already begun preheating like Taishang Laojun's furnace, preparing to roast people alive.

Inside He Fuhan's horizontal 360-degree ocean-view office facing the Yangtze River, the large pineapple transformed into a round fan, obediently fanning Chen Yi. Ever since Holy Knight Adult emerged fresh from his cocoon, the little lizard had become much more obedient, no longer minding the livelihood work he once disdained.

"Your juice, no sugar, pulp removed." He Fuhan's newly changed secretary Xiao Zheng was as proper as a waiter in a private room.

Sure enough, it was clear, freshly squeezed orange juice, no one knew which talented person from the Secretary Office had made it.

Chen Yi said satisfied, "Good," raised the cup and drank it all in one go, and even raised a finger to request another cup.

Even in front of the Mayor, he had not a bit of timidity.

"I want a cup too, the same as Chen Yi's." Uncle Chen Rongjie sat opposite Fo Lao, fiddling with a white teacup. He used to be called "Xiao Yi" or "A Yi," now he called him by his name directly, which counted as progress.

After He Fuhan signaled Xiao Zheng to leave, he said in a steady tone like a high monk: "Chen Yi is meeting for the first time, order whatever juice he likes, a juicer was newly installed on the seventh floor, since the young man said he wanted it, I agreed. Fo Lao is visiting the Municipal Government for the first time, right? Although it's a happy thing, it always makes people feel a bit uneasy. If there's anything, please say it."

His language wasn't very smooth, but the content was rich; in short, it could be understood as unwelcome.

"Can we turn on the TV?" Chen Yi stood up on his own initiative.

He Fuhan hadn't had time to speak when Chen Yi turned on the TV. Some willful actions made him feel a bit of anger; as the Mayor of Jiangning, his authority was actually quite heavy, especially within the Municipal Government building where he had absolute final say.

"At three o'clock sharp, Director Zhao of the National Reserve Bureau will announce a new decision; we hope you can listen." Chen Yi looked directly at He Fuhan, and his natural pressure actually left the latter speechless.

Secretary Xiao Zheng knocked lightly on the door; before He Fuhan could answer, Chen Yi spoke up: "Come in."

Under the influence of the pressure, He Fuhan almost had no reaction at all.

Xiao Zheng looked at the leader strangely, then took two steps backward and left the office.

"It's three o'clock." Chen Yi's voice had just fallen when a thin man who looked like a middle-aged scholar appeared on the TV; he was sitting right in the center of the press conference, with many microphones in front of him, and behind him was a banner reading "Public Auction Sale of Reserve Copper Explanation Meeting."

"What does it mean?" He Fuhan stood up, revealing a big belly. Generally speaking, He Fuhan's upper body still conformed more or less to health standards, but because he had been sitting for too long, the belt on his belly had loosened again and again, and now it was extremely uncoordinated.

Chen Yi saw his genuine look, smiled, and said: "You probably don't know, do you? The He Family is secretly buying copper futures; in terminology, that's going long."

"Don't say anything about the He Family; I don't participate in the management of any enterprise." It's no wonder He Fuhan didn't understand; futures trading was an investment item ordinary people wouldn't come into contact with, and the He Family's fund transactions probably wouldn't notify He Fuhan either, just like Chen Congyu doing business—unless absolutely necessary, where would he report to the old man... Chen Zhongguo had endless documents to approve and people to meet. He Fuhan's level was lower, and the situation was the same.

Chen Yi explained tirelessly to He Fuhan the consequences of the reserve copper sale, actually meaning the He Family's possible losses, and then said: "Perhaps you should ask about it. Then... we'll meet again next time."

He Fuhan's face was dark, and he said to Fo Lao: "You are a person of status now; are you just going to let the juniors run wild? Is this a threat to me?"

Chen Yi stood in front of Fo Lao and smiled: "A 60 billion book loss, and a double-digit actual loss isn't a threat; it's just an undeniable fact."

"Using state public instruments to achieve private purposes." He Fuhan snorted, still addressing Fo Lao: "This goes against your usual governing philosophy, doesn't it?"

Fo Lao touched his beardless chin and laughed hehe. His governing philosophy had never been so simple.

"You'd better worry about yourself; our demand is that the Mayor be replaced." Chen Rongjie said with full confidence. No matter which family's officials, none could live on their salary alone. A huge family fortune not only improved an official's personal life but also served as a talisman for governance, ensuring he wouldn't easily fall due to economic problems. On the other hand, a huge network of personal connections always required spending.

He Fuhan might not have taken money from outsiders, but he definitely spent his family's money. In this case, the family would certainly expect a return—if he could provide one.

He Fuhan was so angry his belly heaved up and down; he waved his hand and said: "Stop talking, you all leave."

The three smiled at each other and left.

From planning this matter to its execution, the Chen Family spent a great deal of time and manpower; just persuading the Director of the National Reserve Bureau took a lot of time—if selling the reserve copper caused losses, Director Zhao would be the first person responsible; if the Chen Family and He Family reached an agreement to stop the sale of reserve copper, Director Zhao, who had just held a press conference, would also be the first person responsible for losing face; if the Chen Family and He Family reached a stalemate, Director Zhao would also be the first cannon fodder on the stormy waves.

Besides Fo Lao personally going to persuade Director Zhao, the preparations on the bank side were no easier. After the Chen Family paid such a great cost, everything was settled. After that, it was just a matter of final settlement; whether He Fuhan was willing or not, it was hard to change the facts.

Unless he could pay a greater cost!

The work of persuading He Fuhan didn't need to be undertaken by the Chen Family; that was the He Family's business.

The next day was Saturday; all major trading markets stopped trading, considered as giving the He Family reaction time. If they didn't respond before the weekend, the copper futures would surely crash on Monday; by the time the National Reserve Bureau's spot copper auction ended, it would be a lose-lose situation.

On Sunday, the Han Family, in Han Jie's name, invited Fo Lao and Chen Yi to dinner together.

So Chen Yi and Han Jie chatted, while Fo Lao chatted with the Han Family's second son over drinks. They reached a consensus, meaning the He Family's last chance for reconciliation was lost.

In the evening, He Fuhan requested a meeting.

Uncle laughed happily; he had never liked his direct superior. Zhou Lao was happy but still full of doubts.

Chen Zhongguo secretly laughed for three seconds, then said: "Old Fo, it's still troublesome for you and Chen Yi to go. Take him along."

"No problem; Chen Yi did very well."

Chen Rongjie said discontentedly: "I can't go?"

"He is still the Mayor now. You can't go." Chen Zhongguo said firmly.

Chen Rongjie pouted like a young man, but he soon noticed Chen Yi looking at him, so he embarrassedly withdrew it.

He Fuhan arranged for the two to meet at a small hotel, a small hotel in the suburbs.

He Fuhan looked like he hadn't slept well; his protruding eye bags were bubbly, his belly was a bit smaller but still obviously protruding; if laid flat on water, it would be exactly a plump goldfish.

He Fuhan, without a secretary or driver, was no different from an ordinary middle-aged laid-off worker. Only when his gaze swept over Chen Yi did a few glints of sharpness appear.

It seemed he already knew who the instigator was.

To call the wind and rain on overseas futures markets, one had to be an overseas brokerage firm or investment bank; among those with such connections, the Chen Family only had Chen Yi. Even if the He Family dumped copper futures, they couldn't come up with tens of billions of dollars in cash. Even the National Reserve Bureau would ultimately have to rely on overseas brokerage firms to conduct futures trading in the international market.

Although Chinese people thought highly of themselves, in reality, China's so-called abundant funds had no essential difference from the abundant funds of Saudi Arabia and Dubai; whether it was a state sovereign fund or state material reserves, once entering the international market, they had to follow others' rules. And in the trading market, no matter how much funds and resources there were, ultimately it had to be operated by traders—China had never had core members comparable to large investment banks, nor would there be any in the foreseeable future.

This was easy to understand: when a senior trader on Wall Street received an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars, played golf with company partners, had lunch with the Chairman of the Federal Reserve, and shook hands and chatted with the US President, the core trader in charge of futures investment in China might just be a cadre enjoying deputy division-level or division-level treatment under the National Reserve Bureau, earning a monthly salary of several thousand yuan RMB, reporting to deputy bureau chiefs and bureau chiefs, an ordinary government civil servant who didn't even have a chance to meet a deputy minister once. If China really had such a core trader, even just one, what reason would he have not to jump ship to an overseas investment bank? If he didn't jump ship or couldn't jump ship, it could only mean his IQ was lower than that of a normal trader. On the other hand, if one wanted to understand the problem with firm communist beliefs, then his participation in the capitalist world's money game would be too puzzling.

Whether comparing domestic strength or overseas connections, the He Family was one step behind the Chen Family, and He Fuhan also showed the fatigue after struggling, saying: "A lateral transfer is fine, but I hope the Chen Family won't interfere anymore."

In other words, where he was transferred to, the He Family would handle it themselves. That was also their ability.

Fo Lao was prepared to agree, but Chen Yi suddenly interjected, saying: "Within Southeast Province, no."

"Fo Lao!" He Fuhan really didn't want to argue with Chen Yi; that was too beneath his status. But he had to speak, because the provincial high official of Southeast Province was exactly the new position he was seeking.

Although he no longer had the authority of the Mayor of Jiangning where one call brought a hundred responses, from city to province, it wasn't too much of a loss. Moreover, in the position of a high official, who knew, if the situation arose, he could retaliate against the Chen Family.

His plan was good, but Chen Yi had long anticipated it, and with the Listening Scroll's help, he wanted to give He Fuhan not a single opportunity.

The Buddha Elder furrowed his brow and asked, "Do you want to stay in Southeast Province?"

"Not necessarily." He Fuhan was unwilling to tell the truth, but it was also bad to tell a lie.

Once one's official position grew large, it was like a Holy Knight with faith: better to remain silent than to speak recklessly.

The Buddha Elder caught the meaning and also felt that He Fuhan was not suited to remain in Southeast Province; after all, he was a deputy-ministerial-level Cadre, and there were only so many positions where he could be cultivated, so he nodded and said, "Then please promise."

"No." Leaving Southeast Province, He Fuhan would lose at least two years, two extremely important years.

The Buddha Elder turned to a hardline stance, staring at He Fuhan and saying, "This is our formal request; please leave Southeast Province."

He Fuhan sighed dejectedly. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian. com) to cast Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)