Chapter 467: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 467 West River Bar

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Qixia Guan celebrated Taishang Laojun's birthday for three days, with incense thriving as if they were freely distributing Great Dan. The Jiangning Municipal Government and media expertly recruited over a million believers, enabling Chen Yi to ultimately obtain five Divine Art Knights.

Perhaps because everyone had thoroughly read the Taoist scriptures, Taishang Laojun bestowed the title of Divine Art Knight to the greatest extent, but only one knight obtained two Divine Arts, named Yin Sen Chong. Although merely ordinary loyalty to oaths and honesty, in terms of selection, he received the Divine Art "Furious Attack," capable of continuously attacking a single target until the latter's death or the attack is actively stopped.

Although it can be interrupted by many immunity-type Divine Arts, in terms of single-target attacks, "Furious Attack" is always a Divine Art with considerable deterrent power. Among wandering-type knights, this is a famous Divine Art, so Yin Senyong persuaded Chen Yi to keep Yin Sen Chong.

This was a rough-faced knight with three sons and four daughters. After Chen Yi asked for his opinion, he appointed him as a member of the Special Task Force, enjoying the same financial treatment as each branch of the Chen Family.

As for the remaining four Single Divine Art Knights, Chen Yi sent one back to the Yin Sen Family and kept three waiting for a higher price.

In the early stage, five members of the Yin Sen Family advanced to Divine Art Knights; among the 120 Divine Art Knights in the later stage, four and five appeared respectively. The Yin Sen Family's investment received the greatest return.

The Divine Art Knight sent back to the family, Yin Sen Min, can be called a dividend distribution. In the history of the Yin Sen Family, this might be their most successful investment, and it will also induce more senior knights to turn toward the West River City-State.

The most core competitiveness of a temple is the power to create Divine Art Knights. If not during the Temple War, how would the Water Dragon Temple and the nearby Fire Dragon Temple view the West River City Fortress? It remains uncertain.

Of course, it is now the West River City Fortress. After the war ends, how much recognition it can obtain depends on how many Divine Art Knights are created now.

The knights for sale were still happily so. Whether they signed a "contract" or were knights "loyal to the temple," they would lose part of their autonomy—born in society means not free; they were long prepared.

Chen Yi skillfully handled the affairs of the West River Water Fortress, separately meeting with the people in the Diamond Office Hall, leaving his eldest brother Chen Heng to wander around the city district himself.

Hearing that it only took a very short time to reach the West Continent, Chen Heng temporarily postponed inviting the officers, but wanted to come and take a look first.

The students of the Archive Research Room gave him and a group of new students a simple introductory briefing, but most people were still confused.

Chen Heng had once carried out missions in Southeast Asia, confident he could live in an unfamiliar town, so he actively walked onto the street and directly went to the central business district of the West River City Fortress.

Family Knight, and also Divine Art Knight Yin Sen Sheng, secretly followed behind Chen Heng.

The two, one in front and one behind, circled around the not-large West River City back and forth.

Chen Heng examined everything around him with full suspicion, and there was also admiration.

A thriving city always inspires reverence in people.

Just like China awaiting revival in all respects, America awaiting revival in all respects, the Soviet Union awaiting revival in all respects—when the economy moves forward, when life turns toward the better, the human spirit is peaceful, hopeful, happy, unrelated to ideology, unrelated to the state.

The West River Water Fortress under Chen Yi's control possesses the foundation to climb to the top of the sky!

"Newcomer, come have a drink?" At the entrance of a bar on a back street, the boss's enthusiastic solicitation had the flavor of a red-light district: "Local fruit wine 'Coconut Wine,' you definitely can't drink it on Earth."

Chen Heng stopped and asked, "Are you also an Earthling?"

"Nonsense!" The boss slapped his forehead and said unhappily, "Every month I meet newcomers like you. Come in for a drink, I'll treat you."

"Thank you then." Chen Heng had been a soldier for several years; steady yet also generous.

The boss laughed heartily and said, "That's right. We open the hotel just for entertainment, not to make money. Come, come, come."

Chen Heng lifted his leg and entered, only to discover the interior was very modern. A wide flat-screen TV hung from the ceiling, broadcasting Serie A football matches. The horseshoe-shaped bar was made of raw wood, considered the most locally distinctive part, and much wider than usual. There weren't many types of liquor behind the bar, but the most eye-catching was the Coconut Wine fruit wine the boss used to solicit customers.

"This was brewed last year. There's quite a quantity, probably thirty to forty degrees, with a mellow and fragrant taste. By next year, there will be even more varieties." The boss was a chatterbox. While speaking, he poured one-third of a glass of clear fruit wine into a wide-mouthed glass, and a leisurely wine fragrance immediately rose.

Chen Heng picked it up to examine it, took a small sip first, savored it, then took a big gulp.

"Good!" The boss didn't waste words, poured another cup for Chen Heng, and smiled, "Let me treat you again."

Chen Heng raised his cup in a gesture, drank it all in one gulp without ceremony, and smiled, "Smooth on the palate, high alcohol content. Did the boss brew it himself?"

"Indeed." The boss laughed heartily and immediately began recounting his arduous and outstanding brewing history. How to pick coconuts 150 meters high on the West Continent, how to extract juice and brew, how to find plants similar to oak to hoop the barrels. Enough, he then sang praises: "If it weren't for Mr. Chen hearing about this and finding a few carpenters from Earth for me, you would only be able to drink expensive beer and baijiu."

"Is Mr. Chen Chen Yi?"

The boss frowned and said "Yes," kindly advising: "On the West Continent, either call him Master or Mr. Chen. Calling his name directly is disrespectful."

"There's such a restriction?"

The bartender wiping the table was a military family member in his fifties. Hearing Chen Heng's words, he interjected: "Young man, respecting others is respecting yourself. Mr. Chen has achieved great deeds. Adding a respectful term won't wrong you."

The boss also hummed while clearing the wine, shook his left leg, revealing the prosthetic inside, and said: "I'm a disabled veteran. Thanks to Mr. Chen's understanding, I was given a suite and my bar was funded. If you don't change your foul mouth, don't come into my bar anymore."

"No offense, I was wrong." Chen Heng, able to bend and stretch, thought: When I see Chen Yi later, I must pinch off two ounces of his flesh.

The boss then smiled and said: "Right, Lao Liu said it well. Respecting others is respecting yourself. Moreover, I tell you, there really is a regulation about respecting superiors."

"Oh?"

"If you go to the Gong Suo in front, there is a five-year regulation, for the smooth and unified implementation of government orders, requiring clear distinction between superiors and subordinates. Violators will be fined, and serious offenders will be detained for three days."

Chen Heng then learned that the so-called West Continent and West River Water Fortress actually had their own relevant laws.

Truly an overseas colony!

"Another cup?"

"Good." Chen Heng drank it dry in one breath, took out his wallet from his pocket and flipped through it, jokingly saying: "Can I swipe a card?"

"Yes." The boss without hesitation took out a Jiangning Bank POS machine.

Chen Heng was stunned. While handing over his own credit card, he asked: "Isn't this another continent?"

"Probably not Earth anymore." The boss said as if talking about another city, calmly: "The POS machine settles with the bank once a month. The boss will take it back to handle."

"Truly impressive." Chen Heng was quite admiring as he signed on the slip spat out by the POS machine.

"There's much more impressive stuff. Did you see the recordings above? Starting from last month, there are the latest recordings of the five major leagues every half month, more complete than what's broadcast domestically, and fortunately without CCTV commentary." The boss talked about football even more than about wine, and Chen Heng couldn't help but smile.

At nightfall, Chen Heng slipped out of the bar full of wine fragrance and drunkards. The damp air wrapped around his torso, quiet as a barracks.

A familiar taste.

"Which part?" Perhaps seeing him standing too long, two members of the Inspection Team stepped forward to ask.

"I just arrived." Chen Heng saw their armbands and didn't want trouble, so he immediately handed over the new identification he carried with him.

Yin Sen Sheng, hidden on the roof, breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head again.

Seeing the name "Chen Heng," the students who had long been notified immediately saluted and asked: "Do you need us to escort you?"

Such good treatment obviously made Chen Heng unable to adapt, so he decisively shook his head and refused.

Two Inspection Team students laughed and left, leaving Chen Heng to continue thinking.

The next day belonged to Xima Market.

Mad emotions spread from morning to afternoon, the nobles of Malacheng came together in force, only to pay their respects to Chen Yi afterward and obtain purchasing rights to some supplies.

The development of West Jiang Port showed its power; light industrial products from Earth could be sold to city-states 500 li away, and the broad market made Huang Wei feel as if he had returned to the 1990s...

The vast majority of nobles were refused, and the hundreds of merchants on Xima Market became the largest wholesalers; only they could pay enough precious metals.

Box after box of gold coins.

Box after box of conch shells.

Tons of gold and platinum.

Chen Heng stood behind Chen Yi, staring dumbfounded, and finally understood the meaning of overseas colonies.

"How much?"

"Over 200 tons." Chen Yi estimated casually.

"Too much, won't it depreciate?"

Liu Xinyu said with a smile-not-smile beside him: "Back then, the gold the Spaniards plundered from America caused domestic currency inflation, the first and only time in human history that precious metals caused inflation; such a thing will never happen again. China's gold reserve is only 1000 tons, but even if it were 100 times more, it would not cause currency fluctuations."

"Why?"

"Because money was eaten by oil." Chen Yi exhaled, waved from afar to the merchants on the market, and said: "Brother, want to take a look at our army?"

She Lei, Li Feng, and the others immediately clenched their chrysanthemums.

Everyone understood that Chen Heng was coming to command the West Continent Army, and judging from the hearsay résumé, having a professional soldier as one's superior meant future life would certainly not be happy, just like marrying a man who was demanding both in bed and out of bed. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to come to Qidian (qidian. com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)