Chapter 479: Only I Have the Unique Art Chapter 479: Minor Punishment, Major Warning (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

To find partners, Cao Yuan held banquets in succession at the buildings of financial companies such as Zhongxing Bank and Huaxia Securities, only to see boxes of champagne consumed at water-like prices by the dance floor, and barrels of red wine changing origin from France to Spain, then from Spain to Chile...

Financial figures lingered, not caring at all which country's red wine they drank. When they held their wine glasses, their eyes were on the beauties' chests, waists, hips, and legs, just as the beauties looked at their suit ties and watches.

As host, Cao Yuan moved among the crowd with ease, constantly raising his glass to drink, then pretending to speak in secret: "Actually, I still have 40 tons of gold in my hands."

The first two times, he could still get a few curious inquiries, but by the fourth or fifth time, the financial figures' answers were almost identical: "The Jiangning market is currently our largest market, Mr. Cao, you can understand, right?"

Another refusal, from the investment vice president of Zhedong City Bank.

"Hope you'll consider again," Cao Yuan said with his head down, no longer walking away with his sleeves flung as in the first few times; now he was humble like a little monk begging for alms.

The other party ignored his attitude and spoke in clichés: "Of course, we will continue to consider it."

"Please," Cao Yuan said, clutching his wine glass unwillingly. If not for lack of money, he wouldn't have even glanced at a small institution like Zhedong City Bank before.

The investment vice president was a bit vain, raising his glass with a laugh: "I'll go back and see what I can do."

This was the best answer he got; Cao Yuan sighed and said, "Thank you."

Jiangning Cao Yuan's tone and Xijing Cao Yuan's tone were worlds apart. Without Wang Han and Liu Chuanzhong's participation, not only did Cao Yuan lose his confidence, but the Cao Family also had no confidence to oppose the Chen Family. The Cao Family would not agree to him opposing Chen Yi alone, leading to the Cao Family alone opposing the Chen Family—unless he could find new partners and obtain a large injection of funds, only then would there be a chance to continue.

Among these, "finding money" was the most basic and primary condition. "Finding money" alone was a considerably difficult process; in the history of the Republic of China, Song Ziwen, a Harvard graduate touted as China's Morgan, gained Sun Yat-sen and Chiang Kai-shek's trust precisely by relying on this ability.

Cao Yuan considered himself an elite, but in the China financial world of market brokers he received no recognition, feeling depressed like an unrecognized talented university student.

His cousin Lu En, also clutching a wine glass, didn't know how to read faces; seeing no one around him, he came over with a smile: "Cousin, did you get the money?"

"Don't worry about that; where are the materials I asked you to find?" Cao Yuan had too few people he could use, and had no choice but to bring in Lu En. This fellow looked like a big-bellied bartender, and his head was as empty as a grass sack.

Lu En felt good about himself, struck a cool pose, and said with a smile: "Today's big tycoon, heard to be an Indonesian paper industry magnate, and a woman at that."

Cao Yuan's heart instantly heated up. Indonesia's paper industry was second only to Canada's, a world-top level...

"That's her," Lu En pointed casually, exactly the Wu Jingjing who had just flown to Jiangning.

Cao Yuan looked closely; it was a pretty girl younger than himself. He slapped his cousin's head with a "pa," and scolded in a low voice: "Which eye of yours saw her as a paper magnate? Are there paper magnates so young?"

"Maybe she inherited the family business!" What Lu En looked forward to every day was inheriting the family business, even if it were only tens of millions in assets.

Cao Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked: "The register."

Lu En quickly pulled out a crumpled roll of paper from behind his buttocks, flipped through it for half a day, and pointed to a line on it: "Wu Jingjing, that's the name."

The benefit of hosting one's own banquet lay here: since every guest needed to register their basic information, one could target accordingly and save time—even though Cao Yuan's time was now extremely worthless.

Desperate times call for desperate measures; Cao Yuan hastily memorized a few brief terms on it, then hurriedly went over and stopped her in front of the bar, smiling: "Miss Wu is an overseas Chinese, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bodyguard in a black suit extended his arm, first blocking him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Cao Yuan, the host of this banquet." Cao Yuan smiled and smiled across a black arm, smiling until the corners of his mouth were about to twitch.

Wu Jingjing examined him up and down, wondering in her heart what she was thinking.

Cao Yuan had posed until he was in trouble, and felt embarrassed, so he spoke again: "Miss Wu, I have a business... I want to find you as a partner."

"Do you know me?"

Cao Yuan blinked his eyes, let out a long "heh" laugh, and the lie came glibly: "Don't we know each other now? Let me introduce myself: Cao Yuan, third generation of the Xijing Cao Family. I came to Jiangning this time to choose a few partners. I think Miss Wu and your family enterprise are very suitable for our positioning."

Wu Jingjing found it a bit funny; no business without familiarity, especially entering an unfamiliar trade—blindly rushing in would starve one to death.

Although the banquet was a good social venue, without any intermediaries, how could two people who didn't trust each other talk business?

Out of politeness, she asked one more question: "What business?"

"Financial."

Just about to find an excuse to refuse, Wu Jingjing seemed to remember something and asked: "You're the one with gold?"

"The one with gold?" Cao Yuan repeated, then smiled mysteriously: "I do have gold. What about it?"

Wu Jingjing found it funny, so she laughed.

The so-called small circle refers to secrets known by everyone inside the circle, while outsiders are completely ignorant, even if the insiders know secrets about outsiders. It's like school teachers' nicknames, prison guards' self-important little secrets, and the voices of the masses.

Wu Jingjing had only been here a day, and she had already heard Cao Yuan's story as if it were a joke, but the latter still didn't understand how outsiders discussed him, showing he was truly too far from the financial circle...

"Tell me specifically, is it targeting Chen Yi and the Chen Family?"

"Wu..." Cao Yuan put his hand to his lips and said softly: "I have a method that can make Chen Yi lose everything, and most importantly, let us earn mountains of gold and silver."

Hearing that seemingly certain tone, Wu Jingjing suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for him. The West River Association had lasted four or five months already; even an Indonesian Chinese like herself had to find ways to do business with its affiliated organizations, so how could domestic banks dare touch such a colossus?

However, looking closely at Cao Yuan's cunning, darting eyes, Wu Jingjing's sympathy vanished completely.

Cao Yuan rarely found someone willing to listen to his plan, and took the initiative: "We buy gold. You see, gold is a precious metal, very scarce. They somehow found a batch and made gold bonds. Actually it's similar to pyramid schemes; you know pyramid schemes, right?"

"Know, invented by the Japanese?"

"More or less. So you should understand that if we can squeeze him until he can't bear it, he'll share profits with us—I'm talking hundreds of billions, hundreds of billions of yuan." Cao Yuan used his cup to cover the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I see. How much investment do you want?"

"Not too much." Cao Yuan finally didn't blurt it out eagerly.

Wu Jingjing smiled very calmly and said: "I'll contact you again."

"Okay, okay." Cao Yuan instantly became full of spirit again and handed over his business card.

The next day, Wu Jingjing found Chen Yi at the gymnasium, where he was organizing a religious conference.

Fang Manyi strongly supported Chen Yi's investment in religion, actively adjusted the directions of two foundations, and gathered quite a number of management personnel—if there was anything most abundant in the foundations, it was certainly people.

Since Chen Yi was already the person investing the most in religion in Jiangning, his influence among religious figures naturally increased greatly. Since most of the gatherings he requested conformed to the interests of religious groups, people regarded him more as a philanthropist than a businessman.

This made it much easier for Chen Yi to create Divine Art Knights. After the Silver Forest Skin Divine Art Knight with vomiting symptoms, he held another *** gathering and another Buddhist seminar; the number of participants was not large, but there were many devout believers, and thus each obtained three Divine Art Knights, among whom there were even Silver Forest Blessing Three Divine Art Knights.

The remaining five were all sent back to the West Continent, "sold" to the temple to fight, with the main income used to pay the West River Water Fortress's salaries and construction costs, and the rest converted into gold as much as possible.

If it weren't for new gold mine discoveries, gold prices on the West Continent would surely skyrocket. But Chen Yi believed that as trading volume between the two sides increased, metallic currency would become the standard, while banknotes in fiat form, on a West Continent without unified securities, would find no one willing to buy on credit.

During a break in the meeting, Wu Jingjing appeared before Chen Yi.

"You don't seem to have a specific religious faith?"

"Sharp observation." Chen Yi said while walking: "I want to rest for a bit. Want to order something to drink?"

"No need to be polite."

"Alright, tell me about the conspiracy. Who is the mastermind behind the conspiracy?"

Wu Jingjing paused, quietly stroking her hair, and replied: "Cao Yuan."

"About the gold?"

Chen Yi showed not the slightest surprise, which made Wu Jingjing nod in slight surprise.

"Then I know."

"Oh, then..." Wu Jingjing couldn't get out the words she had prepared.

Chen Yi took a bottle of Energy Recovery Potion from the cabinet in the lounge, drank it with his head tilted back, and laughed: "How can I help you?"

He actually valued this paper group highly; they could produce the best paper in the world, second only to laboratory paper levels in some developed countries. However, Wu Jingjing was not the head of the family enterprise, so full cooperation was hardly an option.

"I want to join the West River Association." Wu Jingjing hesitated slightly, then spoke frankly.

"Indonesia Paper Industry Group? I'm not ready to let foreign enterprises in..."

"What about me? In my own name, I can establish a Chinese enterprise."

"Foreign nationality... But if you join in your personal name, how is the status of the Indonesian Paper Group defined?" Chen Yi's implication was opposition.

"What if I withdraw from the paper group?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just the literal meaning." Wu Jingjing clearly didn't want to discuss it deeply.

Chen Yi hesitantly put down the bottle of Energy Recovery Potion, and after a moment said: "You must establish a company; whether you can join the West River Association will be decided by First-Level Associated Enterprises."

He was preparing to throw the question to everyone; as long as he kept major power in his own hands, minor power was merely obligations wearing the cloak of rights.

Wu Jingjing was satisfied with this and said: "I want to build a special paper company, producing special paper products."

Needless to say, she had her eye on Chen Yi's orders.

If Chen Yi was willing to pay for a small number of high-end paper products, she could sell ordinary paper products along with them.

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