Chapter 442: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 442 Family Knight (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"Is Mr. Chen here yet?" Gao Qiu walked out of his office and poured himself a cup of hot tea on the secretary's desk. Whenever he thought, he liked to pace around the floor, glancing at this and checking that, usually not leaving until he finished a glass of water. The staff on the entire floor feared most when the bank president drank water; hearing the door sound, they would become nervous.

"Mr. Chen came early today and is sitting in the hall." The secretary picked up the documents on the desk and followed behind the bank president.

"Still sitting?"

"Yes, Mr. Chen is really a strange person. It's been a week like this; as soon as the bank opens, he comes to sit, replying to emails in the hall, and if nothing's wrong, he doesn't go back until noon."

Gao Qiu also found it funny, but said with his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense; if others hear it, they'll think our Jiangning Bank has no rules."

"Yes." The secretary hurriedly ran two steps, helped press the elevator open, and added: "The people from the Banking Regulatory Commission want to go to the branch downstairs; what do you think?"

"Let Lao Xu take them along. I can't stand these old nags; I can't see any good in them." Gao Qiu walked out of the elevator with a stern face, and only when he saw Chen Yi did he put on a smiling face: "Mr. Chen!"

He took Chen Yi's hand, then added another hand, shaking it vigorously. Since taking money from the Four Major Banks, life at Jiangning Bank had been much better. Thinking back to yesterday's meeting, when Bank President Miao of China Bank treated him with great courtesy, and the annoying ghost at Jiangning Rural Commercial Bank envied him, Gao Qiu smiled like a blooming spring chrysanthemum—if the people from the Banking Regulatory Commission could disappear, he would definitely smile like an autumn chrysanthemum.

"Bank President Gao has worked hard." Chen Yi's expression carried a hint of sternness. Having just returned from the West Continent, and with 120 new Knights added under his banner, sternness had been cultivated into his bones.

"Not hard, not hard. Are you here today to check on the bond situation?"

Chen Yi gestured for him to sit on a chair in the bank hall, then closed his notebook and said: "The bank atmosphere is good; I came specially to learn. You know, I am also a finance major student."

Actually, he was there to absorb Shenjia nearby—the power of faith personally participated in would be slightly stronger. Proportionally, it wasn't much, but Chen Yi gained so much power of faith every day that over time, it was no small amount.

Gao Qiu subconsciously ignored Chen Yi's age; only after Chen Yi said this did he remember that Chen Yi seemed not to have graduated from university yet.

The bank president assistant's expression became even stranger. He was a graduate student who entered Jiangning Bank, then became the assistant to the head office bank president, considered a meteoric rise among his peers. But now looking at Chen Yi's age and status, no matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable.

People fear comparison the most. The deposed Nixon looking at the deposed Chinese leader—how could that not be a face full of envy with tears welling up?

"Mr. Chen is young and accomplished." Gao Qiu really couldn't figure out Chen Yi's purpose, and asked tentatively: "How about coming to my office to sit? If you have any questions, just have the people below come up. If there are too many questions, I'll treat you to lunch at noon."

The last sentence concentratedly embodied the official art of the comrade bank president. Chen Yi hehe smiled and said: "I'll treat you to lunch at noon. I've been at Jiangning Bank for so long without properly thanking you. I won't go to the office; the hall is fine. By the way, I stored 40 tons of precious metals at the Jiangbei Wharf, and they are being counted right now. Send someone to escort the vehicle over."

"40 tons?"

"32 tons of platinum, 8 tons of gold."

"Okay, okay, I'll send someone over right now. Have you hired an armored transport company?"

"You pick the people. I found 200 kids from the Martial Arts Hall; they'll ride motorcycles and follow at the time."

Gao Qiu nodded repeatedly, and finally said: "Noon, let's talk in detail at noon. I'll go handle this matter first."

Leaving Chen Yi's side, just before boarding the elevator, Gao Qiu thought: Looking at his appearance, he seemed to think sales were more important than escorting gold. But, did he need to come every day to watch sales? And just sitting stupidly in the hall—could he have taken a fancy to someone?

His eyes swept from the left side of the hall to the right, trying to find a pretty and likable woman, but failed. So he swept from the right to the left again, trying to find a pretty and likable man, but couldn't determine...

With his thoughts turning, Gao Qiu returned to his office but felt uneasy. Finally, he called his assistant and asked: "Do we still have any offices on the first floor?"

The assistant, not understanding, said: "I remember there is a storage room."

"A storage room won't do; it has no windows."

"There are none empty." The assistant, observing words and expressions, said: "There are two major client rooms on the first floor. Or we could vacate one; when clients come, we can lead them to the second floor."

Gao Qiu slapped his hand and said: "The major client room is good—south-facing and sunny, and you can see the hall. I remember the major client room is over 200 square meters, right? Good, your suggestion is good. Like this: go find someone to renovate the major client room, following the standard of my office. Put a lounge inside, and make the outside look like an office. It must emphasize privacy while maintaining transparency. It's best to let people inside see outside, but people outside cannot see inside. It must be done before noon."

Combined with the previous situation, the assistant didn't know this was to prepare for Chen Yi. A feeling of envy and sourness surged up like motion sickness, and he had to desperately press it down.

A 200-square-meter office; at headquarters, besides the bank president, there was no such office.

Envy aside, the assistant still had to ask about the omission: "Should the major client room be arranged on the second floor?"

"Is there space on the second floor?"

"The Administration Department has an office, slightly smaller. Also, the Union's temporary activity center is on the second floor."

Gao Qiu naturally chose the Union without hesitation. Such a unit, neglected by both grandmother and grandfather, was naturally meant for moving. He continued the office matter: "A moment later, you must personally try out the office, with strict standards. Now... there are still two hours until noon. If there isn't enough time, then extend it by another hour. Strive to have the renovation approved before we return from the hotel. The office is reserved for Mr. Chen; hang the Bond Committee nameplate at the door."

"Understood. I'll go do it personally and report to you at any time." The bank president's assistant had considerable authority. If he suppressed it, the office could be vacated quickly, but buying furniture and repairs might take who knows how long, so he also left himself some leeway.

After Gao Qiu waited for him to leave, he himself began whistling and changing clothes.

When 40 tons of gold were transported, it truly made Gao Qiu feel much more relaxed. Actually, in the early stage of the gold bond issuance, he had been extremely worried, fearing that Chen Yi was like those children of officials and nobles who incited pyramid schemes or sold document approvals—first getting the bonds issued, waiting until citizens' confidence was established, then issuing excess bonds to scoop gold out of Jiangning Bank, and finally selling the excess bonds on the market to make a profit and leave. In that case, only Jiangning Bank would have to repay the debt, and only he would take the blame.

That was why Gao Qiu strongly requested stationing personnel at the printing factory, and strictly auditing the data of all bond buyers and sellers every two days.

If it was truly as Chen Yi said, and another 40 tons of precious metals were credited, then Gao Qiu could truly feel a bit more relieved. He couldn't help but think: if Chen Yi's unrealistic ideas could really be realized, then Jiangning Bank would be in a favorable position equivalent to the Central Bank!

The Central Bank President!

Even if it was just an illusory thought, it could stimulate Gao Qiu to keep fighting.

Until before lunch, Gao Qiu's mood was extremely good.

Even when Chen Yi proposed "I still have 50,000 tons of ore not yet smelted; how about a mortgage loan of 1.5 billion," Gao Qiu still happily raised his cup.

Of course, when Gao Qiu understood what Chen Yi meant, the spring chrysanthemum on his face immediately stiffened into a chamomile.

"Mr. Chen," he said, choosing his words carefully. "1.5 billion yuan is not a small amount; it needs to be discussed at a meeting and reported. Actually, we have already sold 20 billion yuan of bonds in the early stage. If you feel it's not enough, we can just issue a bit more."

The money earned from bond issuance naturally all belonged to Chen Yi. Selling 2 billion yuan of bonds every day meant 2 billion yuan in cash. This was also inevitable, as gold and platinum were rare metals easy to cash out, and the larger the quantity, the more valuable they were.

Gao Qiu hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chen Yi reveal a strange smile. He immediately slowed his speech, and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached. Then he slapped his thigh, raised his wine cup, and said: "Look at my brain; as soon as I hear loan, I want to push it off. Mr. Chen said 1.5 billion, so it's 1.5 billion, at the lowest interest rate prescribed by the state. I punish myself with a cup."

Chen Yi's deposits were placed in Jiangning Bank, and the bond income was known to him even before Chen Yi himself. No matter how you calculated it, there was no great risk. Gao Qiu thus understood: this was to tie him up tightly.

Binding with the Chen Family was not a bad thing; it could even be called a rare good thing. Gao Qiu turned the corner and wished he could slap himself. To make amends, he again pretended to just remember and smiled: "Mr. Chen, I remember there are still several empty offices in the building. Which floor does Mr. Chen like? We'll vacate one for you."

"Oh, Bank President Gao is thoughtful. If there is an empty one, then the first floor; it's more convenient for coming and going."

"It's nothing, part of my duty. Let's hang the Bond Committee sign." Gao Qiu guessed Chen Yi would choose the first floor; even if not, a phone call back, and changing to another floor wouldn't be late. The key was to give the leader the power to choose.

Chen Yi raised his cup and lightly clinked it with Gao Qiu's, considered as letting the previous matter go.

Gao Qiu immediately became excited, patting his chest warmly and saying: "Recently, I'm preparing to hold a meeting to unify thinking, treating gold bonds as the bank's top priority. I want various advertisements and propaganda to come one after another, and drive down the exchange rate of precious metals.

By the time June is about to end, the West Continent finally smelted a new batch of ore. Nearly 30 tons of platinum and 10 tons of gold immediately eased the pressure of exchange.

"President Gao has guts." Chen Yi raised his finger, then said in a seemingly casual tone: "Let's talk about something else. Have we had any bankrupt companies lately, especially construction companies?"

Gao Qiu curled the corner of his mouth and laughed: "There are plenty of bankrupt companies. Our Jiangning Bank isn't some big bank; the canned goods we pick up are all dented, and several companies apply for bankruptcy every week. Let me think... in the last two months, I'm afraid five or six construction company bosses have run away, and their engineering machinery and such will all have to be auctioned off."

"Give me a list, preferably with a list of company staff members."

"No problem." Gao Qiu had learned his lesson this time and didn't ask Chen Yi what it was for.

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