Chapter 477: Only I Have the Unique Law Chapter 477: Golden War (7)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi raised his cup toward Cao Yuan from afar as a signal.

He had just received news that Yin Senyong had used the Divine Art "Phase Gate" to silently obtain 10 tons of gold, and at that time, the warehouse manager was still patrolling outside like a fool.

To guard against such Divine Art Knights, one must conduct targeted asymmetric warfare training against them, just like dealing with terrorists. No matter how glorious the experience of a private company's bodyguard before resignation, the organizational gap is obvious.

Cao Yuan gritted his teeth in anger and said decisively to Liu Chuanzhong: "It must be Chen Yi! Look at his little appearance."

"Evidence?" Liu Chuanzhong returned to his lazy, sleepy-eyed state. A loss of 2.5 billion had already occurred, and he needed to consider how to handle the aftermath.

Cao Yuan, however, had a simple thinking mode, crunching the wine cup in his hand as he said: "What use is evidence? Block him at the banquet hall today."

"Nonsense, you go block him if you're capable. This is Jiangning, think it through—whatever you dare do in Jiangning, Chen Yi dares to do too."

Cao Yuan thought about it and seemed to agree, immediately saying dejectedly: "So we just admit defeat? That's 2 billion, enough to buy four clubhouses to play in ourselves."

"Pathetic," Liu Chuanzhong thought; those who could be vanguard were truly all brainless goods. He soothingly pressed Cao Yuan's shoulder and said: "Don't rush yet. I'll first move a project team in Southeast Province. He can use officialdom to pressure our security, so I'll use officialdom to weigh his influence. Can 10 tons of gold fly to the sky?"

"Fine, let the Dictatorship of the People's Government deal with him." Cao Yuan's face, as if struck by a heavy hammer, gradually recovered.

Han Jie saw it, seemingly enlightened, and came to Chen Yi's side, smiling before speaking: "You messed with them?"

"A little." Chen Yi smiled lightly and changed the subject: "Forget them. Let me invite you to dance."

Han Jie's face reddened for a moment, and she said coquettishly: "This is your first time inviting me to dance, right? Too not... serious."

The insurance company's gathering was full of cautious white-collar workers or white-collar nephews; occasionally, those wanting to show their existence wore casual suits with bright ties, truly unsuitable for dancing.

Chen Yi's heart trembled as he listened. After quickly observing his surroundings, he put his arm around Han Jie's shoulder and said softly: "Let's go outside to dance."

He turned Han Jie toward the direction of the main entrance. Outside the building were beautiful, exquisite music fountains, like a Wishing Well mode, full of Mediterranean sentiment and the appearance of admiring foreign things.

Some bored white-collar workers would throw coins into the music fountain, glittering under the lights. The small, flat Guangchang was hidden in dim shadows, like a natural dance floor.

Han Jie smiled brightly, lifted her skirt hem, pulled Chen Yi, and left.

The gleaming small statues and the seemingly present yet absent fountains also looked quite romantic like a dance floor.

Cao Yuan stood by the window holding his wine cup, looking jealously at the two dancing in embrace, muttering to himself: "Those two are having fun. Damn, why do I feel like an idiot?"

"You originally are." Liu Chuanzhong rudely jabbed him, then said: "Southeast Province has been called, and my Fifth Uncle is on the airplane. Tomorrow morning, we'll first talk with Chen Yi."

Negotiating after losing 10 tons of gold and negotiating after a run on the bank of 50 tons of gold are obviously not the same concept. Cao Yuan was dissatisfied with Liu Chuanzhong's show of weakness and asked a string of questions: "Talk about what? Are you afraid of the Chen Family? Wasn't the project team your idea? Shouldn't we wait until conviction to talk?"

"I was just excited." Liu Chuanzhong said lightly: "Getting the gold back is the most important thing. Otherwise, do you want to pay 2.5 billion?"

"What do you mean I pay 2.5 billion? Our three families..." Cao Yuan's voice grew lower and lower until he finally stopped.

He couldn't afford 800 million either!

If the gold was truly lost, things like bank runs would absolutely have to give way to repayment matters. He finally understood what Liu Chuanzhong's daily talk of risk meant—risk was the danger of reducing everything to nothing.

"I don't know how he stole it." Cao Yuan turned his head while speaking, but couldn't see Liu Chuanzhong anymore.

Needless to say, the latter's mood was also terrible. The loss of 10 tons of gold was like a heavy slap on the face, making their previous designs and preparations all lose effect. As the behind-the-scenes designer, Liu Chuanzhong suddenly lost interest in the banquet.

He didn't know yet that this was a punitive action Chen Yi carried out considering control of the situation, and could be said to be forced out by the three families' increasingly wanton behavior. If they really dug traps, 200 tons of gold would be the true cause of great distress.

Only a few hours after the banquet, Liu Bian appeared at Jiangning Airport with frost and dew, the dew on his shoulders making him look like a fox crawling out of the grass.

The fatigue from the red-eye flight had not yet faded, but Liu Chuanzhong had already brought countless materials, more than half of which were about Chen Yi, and most of the rest were about Gold Bonds.

Liu Bian read very seriously, not even noticing the sedan starting.

Liu Chuanzhong couldn't help but ask: "Fifth Uncle, what do you mean? How to handle it?"

"This time, it depends on what Chen Yi says." Liu Bian's voice was low, as if coming from inside a jar.

Liu Chuanzhong was used to his decisive Fifth Uncle and couldn't adapt, saying: "Doesn't the family have a charter?"

"If the gold is truly in his hands, would a charter be useful?" Liu Bian's voice turned cold; he also seemed dissatisfied with Liu Chuanzhong's performance.

Before arriving at the Central Storage Area, Liu Chuanzhong remained silent.

As soon as the car stopped, he immediately left the solidified carriage, holding his business card to the front desk, demanding: "I want to see Mr. Chen. Just say I'm a representative of the Liu Family."

The front desk at the Storage Area was a burly Martial Arts Hall Student, wearing shorts, carrying an electric baton, saying without any image: "Mr. Chen is not in the Storage Area."

"We are from the Xijing Liu Family." At this time, Liu Chuanzhong could only bring out the family's authority; otherwise, even the little ghosts at the door couldn't be passed.

The burly Martial Arts Hall Student carefully examined Liu Chuanzhong's Special Pass, then half-believing and half-doubting made a phone call.

A moment later, Luo Xiong came out of the warehouse to block them, saying similar words: "Master has gone out."

"Where did he go?" Liu Chuanzhong still looked good-tempered. Liu Bian sat in the car, waiting silently.

"Maybe the United States. Master said he was going to New York Lower East Side, probably there." Luo Xiong thought quite seriously.

Liu Chuanzhong didn't believe it at all, but to be safe, he still called and asked: "Help me check an entry-exit record..."

Needless to say, it was another means of using public resources for private purposes.

Although Luo Xiong had long left the bottom of society, he still had the heart of a supermarket mover. Hearing Liu Chuanzhong's words, he couldn't help but "Hmph," extremely disdainful.

Two minutes later, Liu Chuanzhong received a reply, his face gloomy as he asked: "Chen Yi has no record of leaving the country."

Luo Xiong knew of the Subway's existence, his leopard eyes wide open as he said: "Since you can check, then check it yourself."

The Liu Family uncle and nephew were thus blocked at the entrance of the Central Storage Area, with no method at all.

Liu Bian called Liu Chuanzhong back into the car and coldly said one word: "Martial Arts Hall," then closed his eyes.

The Martial Arts Hall naturally had no trace of Chen Yi.

The convoy thus continued forward, like an endless fuel-consuming machine, wandering around Jiangning, with no harvest.

Perhaps wandering around was Liu Bian's purpose.

Meeting face-to-face the day after the gold was lost might not be the best choice for either side.

Liu Bian therefore did useless work in the city, while Chen Yi led Han Jie to New York — via the subway line.

Now the personnel who know of the subway exceed three thousand, among whom those able to travel between Earth and the West Continent are no fewer than a hundred, but this is the first time Chen Yi has shared the subway's entertainment value with anyone.

Until they sat down in New York's famous Jike Restaurant, Han Jie was still examining her surroundings with probing eyes, half-dreaming half-awake as she said: "Is what I'm seeing real?"

Chen Yi answered: "It's real, our world!"

Thus, Han Jie began to sink into chaotic thoughts.

Instantly arriving in New York, in her view Chen Yi had already become a bit round and chubby like a machine cat.

Chen Yi concentrated his efforts on eliminating the food.

Although he had come to this restaurant more than once, the head chef provides not many dishes each day and frequently changes them. This is very different from China's restaurants. Their menu contents are often related to the types of good ingredients the chef can buy that day. On the other hand, the restaurant also only operates at a few fixed times each week; high-end restaurants open 7 days a week for 14 meals are extremely rare, most must rest one to two days, and sometimes operate 6 days with 10 meals or fewer.

Han Jie's curiosity was not so easily dispelled; roughly by dessert time she finally shifted her attention and said: "Your several companies, are they related to this subway?"

"Don't say it out loud, okay." Chen Yi said in a joking tone.

Han Jie nodded heavily, then pursed her lips and smiled, asking: "You say you've eaten your way through New York, doesn't that mean you have to come every day?"

"Not always time either. I opened this door originally to transport supplies, didn't expect it to be so close to Times Square, so it ended up being mainly for eating, and now it doesn't look bad either." Chen Yi said, blinking again, and smiled: "Want to go to Mexico to taste cactus and corn tortillas?"

"Can still go to Mexico?"

"Places we can go are plenty." Chen Yi said, wiping his mouth and paying the bill.

The two played to their hearts' content, and in the end even stayed in the West Continent for two days, riding beautiful White Elephant Beasts, while the Liu Family uncle and nephew grew more and more anxious waiting.

The gold run on the bank naturally came to a stop.

Three days later, when Chen Yi appeared again, Liu Bian had lost his temper entirely, and only said to Chen Yi: "State your conditions."

"Admit defeat, get lost."

Neither side spoke any gold-related vocabulary.

"Want to return the goods?" Liu Bian was slightly unwilling; after a month, the loan interest on hundreds of billions reached hundreds of millions, the loss was not small. In his thinking, Chen Yi surely lacked gold, so he could still use the 40 tons of gold in hand to do a little more maneuvering.

He didn't know that the longer the gold bonds dragged on, the more gold Chen Yi got. Not only what he mined himself, but more came from the trade deficit.

Therefore, Chen Yi gave an absolutely unexpected answer: "The goods, you keep them."

This time even Liu Chuanzhong was dazed.

13 billion in gold, one day's interest alone equals slipping away 10 minor celebrities.

Too unwilling to let go!

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