Chapter 464

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

When Chen Yi returned to Jiangning again, he was already full of confidence.

The national annual gold consumption was only 600 tons; Chen Yi brought back 130 tons in one go, plus 250 tons of platinum and over a thousand tons of silver — in Gao Qiu's eyes, this was simply the income of a Spanish fleet.

"Could it be you discovered a New Continent?" Gao Qiu finally couldn't help but ask.

Just two weeks ago, he had asked Chen Yi to reduce precious metal reserves a bit; who would have thought that after two hundred-plus tons of precious metals, he would see nearly 400 tons more, and naturally linked it to New America.

Chen Yi handled it with ease, answering lightly: "I don't tell lies, so I just won't tell you."

Gao Qiu then laughed heartily, concealing the past, and returned to a serious expression: "We have too much gold and platinum in inventory; the central bank's gold reserve is only about 1000 tons, and there's some unfavorable talk from above, you see..."

"Our Chen Family has impeccable revolutionary credentials; what the central bank can do, your Jiangning Bank can do too, rest assured." Chen Yi's eyebrows shot up, instantly exuding imposing authority.

He was aiming for the central bank's position, not the least bit cowed, and added: "You're scared?"

"If you're not scared, I'm not scared!" Gao Qiu was actually uneasy inside. But hearing Chen Yi's affirmative tone, he inexplicably felt much more relaxed, thinking: we're all system insiders, the Chen Family is a pure New Gentry, why fear internal competition among our own.

He truly wanted to become the central bank governor; even if Chen Yi's moves were extremely dangerous, Gao Qiu wanted to give it a try.

Those who can become officials, who can hold onto office, naturally possess a ruthless streak. The honest and simple are peasants; the rule-abiding are workers; officials can exploit peasants and workers, and also exploit lower-level officials. Gao Qiu, sitting in today's position, has no lack of blood on his left hand, and no lack of formalin on his right.

Chen Yi didn't need to expose Gao Qiu's true thoughts; he only needed to confirm that Gao Qiu would continue to stay aligned with him, then smiled and said: "Next week a new session of the West River Association will convene; the purchase orders have some new changes, and the amounts have increased considerably. You take them and review, then distribute to the various representatives. Same old rules: any member of the Debt Committee can recommend two companies; previous suppliers and major merchants, I'll send invitations to."

"No problem." Gao Qiu agreed readily; the West River Association had shown him the great development of gold bonds — inter-company transaction volumes were not only large but records were clear, precisely the best foundation for launching a new currency.

He unfolded the purchase order and looked; he found that besides more manufactured goods, there were actually an additional 30 kilometers of 75kg/m heavy rail.

Standard 75kg/m heavy rail steel; 30 kilometers would require 2.25 million tons of steel — this single item's expenditure exceeds 10 billion. Gao Qiu had seen too many related loan contracts, and said with deep impression: "Railway systems truly eat money."

"Indeed." Chen Yi laughed and took his leave, leaving Gao Qiu to ponder.

The previous purchase hadn't enriched any single company, so although it caused a stir in the Jiangning business community, ultimately no major waves were made. This also suited Chen Yi's interests.

But this time is different; the largest few light-industry factories in Southeast Province are all running at full capacity, over half of the medium-sized factories have also received outsourcing orders; if short delivery times are further demanded, prices will definitely rise.

However, money is capitalism's best lubricant; for the West River Association to form a syndicate, money must naturally flow through the cracks — just like the West River City-State: to take, one must first give. With the West Continent's inexhaustible mineral resources, Chen Yi can fully use abundant state-level funds to organize his own power according to his own will.

Silently finding Xiao Lu, Chen Yi closed the office door with his back to it, waved his hand to shut the Venetian blinds, and right before her astonished gaze, began taking off his clothes.

Xiao Lu's expression rapidly changed, from surprise to amusement, then to a hazy, seductive look...

Chen Yi stripped himself naked first; his sturdy physique, like a bodybuilding champion's, gleamed. While showing off his biceps brachii and thigh muscles' strength, he fished out his mobile phone and dialed Liu Shouyi.

"Too wicked!" Xiao Lu pounced on him fiercely, biting his shoulder.

Bang.

Chen Yi wasn't paying attention for a moment, and actually bounced her off.

"Careful you don't chip a tooth." Chen Yi pressed the phone, grinning: "I'm calling Xijing to wei-zhang some oil."

"You strip someone's clothes off, then make a call!" Xiao Lu pouted resentfully, her sex appeal instantly multiplying.

Chen Yi coughed once, embraced her, and whispered: "I'll just say a few words and be done."

"Hmph!"

"Connected." As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yi released the mouthpiece and cut straight to the point: "Liu Shouyi, this is Chen Yi. I need 20,000 tons of fuel — 5,000 tons first, then 15,000 tons. I'll fax you the details."

"Master Chen! I'm calling you Grandpa." Liu Shouyi first let out a voice-shattering roar, scaring the clients in the office stupid, then yelled recklessly: "Master Chen, just kill me. Right now every ton of diesel I give you, I lose 1,000 dollars; gasoline loses even more. 20,000 tons — I'd lose over 20 million, I really can't bear it."

The contract from back then was clearly Chen Yi screwing him over; it's just neither side expected it to hurt this much.

Liu Shouyi's screams didn't faze Chen Yi; he winked at Xiao Lu, whispered "Don't rush," then raised his voice: "We signed a contract, didn't we? I bore the risk of prices falling, you bore the risk of prices rising — perfectly fair."

The contract wasn't an equal treaty when it was signed!

Liu Shouyi cursed the roundworms in his belly, but into the receiver he spoke with indignation mixed with fear: "I really can't come up with the money anymore."

Chen Yi hehe-smiled, then switched to soothing: "Don't rush now; haven't you always been transferring the losses onto China National Petroleum's account? Just 20,000 tons."

Xiao Lu finally caught the drift, and couldn't help but grow hot all over — with a flick of his fingers making capital princes in the capital tumble in profits, this was a different kind of masculine charm.

Chen Yi kept persuading Liu Shouyi, his words leaving no room for doubt.

Static hissed from the receiver, representing capital flows in the billions.

Xiao Lu twisted restlessly, suddenly bending down and taking him in her mouth.

Chen Yi jerked in shock, then relaxed, his speech becoming unsmooth.

Liu Shouyi thought he was angry, and desperately explained: "You've taken tens of thousands of tons this year already; if this keeps up, I might as well shut down the company. Our contract back then had a quota limit, right? Are you going to watch me bleed to death? Master Chen!"

Chen Yi sucked in a sharp breath, but couldn't quite manage to speak.

"Master Chen?"

"Speak!"

"Don't be like that." Liu Shouyi's fake crying turned into real howling; he actually couldn't bear to end the company. His old man would retire from his China National Petroleum post in less than two years; after that, making money wouldn't be easy.

Chen Yi kept sucking in breath.

Liu Shouyi cursed silently: Pump!

Immediately, he said with a laugh: "Brother Chen, would 10,000 tons work?"

"20,000." Chen Yi bit out two words with difficulty.

Xiao Lu downstairs heard he still had the spirit to talk on the phone, and really sank her teeth in.

Chen Yi went "Tsss" — a sound as if badly hurt.

Liu Shouyi felt hurt too.

He said with a miserable look: "Master Chen taught me right, 20,000 tons. This year, the last batch of this year, okay?"

"Hmph."

"I know, I know. The contractual relationship between us two isn't something a mere company can bind. Then, I'll wait for your detailed list."

Chen Yi hung up the phone without any hesitation, focusing on enjoying himself.

Liu Shouyi, however, felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself: Could it be he wants to suck my blood dry?

Once this thought took root, it was extremely hard to dispel, to the point that when the female assistant knocked on the door, she startled him.

"Prepare 20,000 tons of oil." Liu Shouyi wanted to fly into a rage, but ultimately gave the order listlessly.

The assistant's red lips moved slightly as she asked with a smile: "Who wants it? Such a big deal."

"Chen Yi."

"Ah? At the contract price?"

"Mm."

The assistant was greatly shocked, said "Okay," and hurriedly left the office. She knew the ins and outs of how that contract was signed, and also knew the current loss situation.

Sure enough, in less than 30 seconds, the sound of smashing glass rang out from inside the office. Liu Shouyi aped elegance; the furnishings were all modern artworks by famous Artists, yet it was unknown which one's luck had run out.

After rekindling their romance, Chen Yi treated Xiao Lu to a delicious rack of lamb Wellington, and after sending her home, he strolled leisurely toward Binjiang Road.

From far away, the lights of the residence could be seen.

Ever since Father formally entered officialdom, the guests at the Chen Family Residence had never ceased.

After dinner every day, Chen Congyu had to spend two hours receiving guests. It wasn't necessarily business from his own Ministry, but any guest with a bit of connection hoped to have a talk with Chen Congyu.

Chen Congyu, nearing 50, was precisely at the prime time to rise to high position. A Cadre like him, with a strong Background, destined to rise like a Rocket, was truly a potential stock, and one about to gush at that.

Chen Congyu couldn't drive the guests away, and moreover needed the support of Cadres at all levels, so he simply fixed a time to receive guests daily.

When Chen Yi entered, the lights in the annex and the Main Hall of the Zhu Lou were bright, indicating the guests were currently networking with each other.

"Greetings, everyone." Chen Yi smiled and cupped his fists, greeting the guests waiting for an audience. He wore a tailored suit, tall and handsome, groomed neat and clean from head to toe; at a glance, he looked purely like a dashing young nobleman.

Those familiar with the Chen Family immediately stood up to return the salute, clearing a path for Chen Yi.

"Everyone, be at ease." Chen Yi circulated a small Pressure Strike, appearing both dignified and approachable, maintaining his smile as he went up to the Second Floor.

Closing the newly renovated door of the Stairwell, his little sister rushed up chattering, grabbing Chen Yi and saying: "Did you see those people when you came up? Why does Dad have to be an official? Now there are no secrets at all!"

"What secrets do you have." Chen Yi found it funny.

"My game console was moved to my own Room. The dance mat is gone too..." Chen Rongxi said, wrinkling her nose, then suddenly said: "There's a strange perfume smell on you."

"Impossible." Chen Yi was greatly embarrassed. The Faith of Honesty dropped rapidly; at least two weeks' worth of Quantity was gone.

Indeed, one must think thrice before speaking!

While he was still blaming himself here, Chen Rongxi had already sniffed out the scent, staring at him with suspicious eyes, and said: "Chen Yi is not a good person. There really is a girl's perfume smell on you, and it's not Han Jiejie's."

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