Chapter 471: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 471 Golden War (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi rubbed the ring on his hand; as long as he chanted the incantation "Zha," he could immediately produce a row of scrolls, plus an M500 Revolver that fired 12.7mm bullets.

The shadow, however, seemed to have victory in hand, hands in pockets, coat hem fluttering lightly, looking dashing and heroic as he said: "I know, Chen Yi, you are a person with connections and background. I hold Old Master Chen Zhongguo in high regard. But..."

He paused, then shifted to a mocking tone, saying: "Gold Bonds are not something you can handle. Don't be unhappy, Chen Yi. If Old Master Chen Zhongguo were still in power, you might be able to withstand it, but now... let me put it this way, you can't afford to play this game."

He used the term "Old Master Chen Zhongguo" repeatedly, as if describing some retired old man, implying the Chen Family was a product of a bygone era.

Chen Yi calmly said: "If you want to buy my gold, just directly purchase Bond Redemption."

"Don't think I don't know your tricks," the other party snorted disdainfully twice, saying: "You have at most 200 tons of gold and platinum; everything beyond that is profit, right. You are truly bold, deceiving all of China... Here's what we'll do: put 200 tons of gold in my place, and hand over the issuance of Gold Bonds to me. As for what has already been sold, I won't care how much you earn or lose. How about that? In these past few months, you've sold at least seventy or eighty billion in bonds, earning more than double. That should be enough to break even. Out of respect for the Old Chen Family, I'll put up this 40 billion."

If Gold Bonds were overissued, the profit wouldn't be just a matter of several billion. Moreover, what the other party put up wasn't real gold and silver; it was equivalent to diverting a bit of future returns—a sure-win scheme.

Chen Yi shook his head inwardly, thinking: Truly, there are those who come to pluck the fruit.

In the early stages of bond issuance, many people were watching him be laughed at. Now, after several months, confidence in Gold Bonds had just begun to accumulate, and someone has become impatient.

If one really wanted to make money from Gold Bonds, the best time would be to wait another two or three months. Looking at it this way, this person still has some scruples; perhaps he fears others will want to snatch the fruit later.

"Whose family are you from?"

"My surname is Cao, the Cao of Cao Cao. My given name is Yuan, Cao Yuan." A 30-year-old man with a fair complexion moved out from the shadows. His body was emaciated, his jawbones protruding, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, as if constipated.

Six Bodyguards were spirited and eager, preparing to block Chen Yi's charge.

Chen Yi, however, did not move, smiling with the posture of a civilized person: "From the Cao Family?"

"That's right, from the Cao Family."

"A biological son of the Cao Family?"

The man's proud face darkened again, and he snorted: "What do you mean?"

Chen Yi said calmly: "I mean that the biological descendants of the Cao Family are all entering politics or doing business; I've never heard of someone as low as you. Buy my gold? Forget 200 tons, can you even afford 20 tons? You must be that idiot adopted by the Cao Family."

20 tons would cost 5 billion, and platinum is even more expensive. Not every descendant of a great family can easily make banknotes.

The bloodline relation stung Cao Yuan, his eyes narrowing with hatred. He laughed angrily: "Let me tell you, not only am I Cao Yuan, but Liu Family's Decheng and Wang Family's Zhaohui are my partners. If you don't agree, we don't mind forcibly liquidating your Gold Vouchers."

"Oh?"

"These past few days, selling vouchers happily, right? Inside, there are 20 billion, all bought by us." Cao Yuan laughed loudly: "Don't think you're impressive just because you can manipulate Jiangning Bank. It's just a small local commercial bank. Any local bank from any other place could swallow your bit of bait. By then, we'll take out 20 billion to redeem it all for gold. Can you produce it? We'll also publish a condemnation in the newspapers, and various companies and collectors will swarm in. Can you withstand it?"

Chen Yi sneered: "Is that all you've got?"

At the beginning, he indeed only had 20 billion in gold and platinum on hand, but now it was different. On the other hand, his precious metal reserves had always exceeded the amount of bonds issued; he had no fear of a bank run at all.

Cao Yuan, however, thought he had seized his vital point and said ruthlessly: "Jiangning Bank's Gold Bonds do have some fame, but is your bit of fame worth several billion? You really think you're a big dish. We're letting you take the money and leave out of respect for the Chen Family. Now listen to me: leave the gold, take the money, and leave the rest to us. Harmony brings wealth. Such good terms; we're not shortchanging you, are we? Don't fail to appreciate the favor, or it'll be a case of chickens flying and eggs breaking."

When mentioning several billion, Cao Yuan's eyes showed envy. During internal discussions, his suggestion was to leave Chen Yi 1 billion as hard-earned money. The Wang Family and Liu Family didn't want to offend Chen Yi too severely, so they persuaded Cao Yuan: "Others drink the soup, we eat the meat; using another's flower to offer Buddha, let Chen Yi take the money he has already earned and leave"—after all, they couldn't possibly make Chen Yi return the money he had already earned; that would be too ruthless. Of course, this was also out of respect for Old Master Chen Zhongguo; otherwise, for several billion, they could completely disregard appearances.

Chen Yi curled his lip disdainfully, stretched lazily, and said: "Finished? Then leave. If you want Gold Bonds or anything like that, just build your own."

"You think we don't dare?"

"Whether it's a bank run or anything else, use whatever tricks you want; I'll take them." Chen Yi waved his hand, too lazy to say more.

The three behind him joined hands, making a gesture that he was not allowed to leave.

"You'd better not regret it," Cao Yuan said through gritted teeth.

Chen Yi wickedly curled the corners of his mouth.

A group of Martial Arts Hall Students, led by the Naked Bear, appeared at the corner of the stairs, rushing forward like wolves and tigers. The three men in suits behind couldn't even shout a word before they were blasted into the brick wall. Torn suits and exposed skin flew everywhere, like a chrysanthemum remnant intertwined with pain and pleasure.

Cao Yuan only then knew fear, shouting chaotically: "You must not mess around."

"Don't be afraid. I believe more in the principle of reciprocity. I can't just beat you into a pig head because you said a few words, can I?"

In Cao Yuan's eyes, Chen Yi's smile was truly somewhat eerie.

The Martial Arts Hall Inspection Team Members swarming in numbered up to a hundred; the stairwell couldn't even hold them. His three Bodyguards were like a grain of sand in lake water, long sunk beneath his feet, without a sound.

Zuo Xing, who had lured Chen Yi to this building, came down from the Third Floor. Staring dumbfounded at the nearly hundred Martial Arts Hall Students below, she then pointed at those holding sharp javelins and shouted: "You want to kill people! Be careful not to stab anyone!"

The Naked Bear "shushed" and said: "If you don't throw the javelin, it has no power."

Cao Yuan didn't think so. He carefully dodged a Pure Steel Javelin in front of him, his face withered as he shouted: "Chen Yi, don't mess around."

"Hang him on the Rooftop. Let him see how high the sky is before he speaks."

"No problem." The Naked Bear happily licked his lips, holding a javelin in his left hand and the emaciated Cao Yuan in his right, and went up to the Rooftop.

Zuo Xing saw that things were bad, picked up her Mobile Phone, and called for help.

Chen Yi saw this and smiled: "Little girl, why do you look like you're watching the excitement? Hang her up too."

The Martial Arts Hall Students looked, immediately scrambled to run up, hoisted Zuo Xing, and ran toward the Rooftop.

The latter screamed and kicked wildly, shouting: "I am a girl."

"Lying is never good." Chen Yi was solemn like an old monk.

The screams gradually faded away. A while later, on the Lightning Rod of Jiangning University Building 28, two people were balanced and hung up. Their fluttering coat hems drifted in the wind, suave and debonair.

In the evening, Chen Yi convened the first emergency meeting of the Bond Committee to report on what had happened today.

Everyone was shocked but not surprised. Li Lao was even more calm and composed, saying: "When a calamity comes, overcoming it brings great benefit; failure goes without saying."

"At worst, we just have a bit less gold," Xu Chengchu said, more relaxed than Chen Yi. His task was to cooperate with Chen Yi, based on personal affection; how much money they made was secondary. Of course, he also hadn't figured out how much money they could make.

Gao Qiu was a bit nervous. His hand holding the Report Form was damp as he said: "We currently have 220 tons of gold and 310 tons of platinum in inventory. Only 60% of the bonds have been issued, so theoretically it's not dangerous. I just don't know how much cash they have."

"What Brother Chengchu said is right. As long as we don't overissue bonds, at most they'll exchange for gold and platinum; there's no danger..." Chen Yi pondered, thinking in his heart whether he should set a trap for the other party.

An inventory of 500 tons is worth over 130 billion. Even for a Big Bank, they wouldn't dare say they could easily produce it.

"How about, for a period of time recently, slow down the bond sales?"

"No need. How much cash do I have?"

Gao Qiu glanced at the others and replied, "Over two hundred billion."

"Go to the Four Major Banks, in the name of Gold Source International, and deposit fifty billion into each for me." Chen Yi was not afraid of an unclear source of funds; only state officials had the concept of "unexplained huge wealth." For merchants, how they earned their money was entirely a matter of privacy—telling was a favor, not telling was only right.

Perhaps in some cases, tough judicial personnel could forcibly obtain answers, but demands that did not follow the rules could not be applied to Chen Yi.

A small collective of three young people did not yet have the qualification to break the rules produced by countless games of strategy.

After receiving Gao Qiu's response, Chen Yi continued: "Next week, we will hold another West River Association meeting. The purchase orders are here, with a total amount of about five billion yuan. Member enterprises are required to send senior management to participate..."

Li Lao secretly nodded in approval. He thought, as long as the Four Major Banks did not participate, any other bank in the country probably could not compare to the Jiangning interest community united by the West River Association. Nearly a hundred factories, hundreds of processing plants, meaning workers on a scale of a million; as long as Chen Yi could provide a steady stream of orders, these people could form a currency circle.

Gao Qiu clearly realized this point and felt slightly relieved. Jiangning Bank was one of the domestic commercial banks second only to the Four Major Banks; if hundreds of enterprises were added, the energy to gather funds would be very strong. If the other side could not rally top-tier backing, they would almost certainly end up with their heads broken and blood flowing.

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