Chapter 480

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"The West River Association already has a specialty paper company and a paper pulp company. If you want to compete for orders, they will likely contact other enterprises to block you from entering the West River Association."

"Only weaklings fear competition." Wu Jingjing said fearlessly, blinking her eyes: "I will also contact other enterprises and enter the West River Association."

"Then... good luck." Chen Yi extended his hand.

Their hands clasped, the soft little hand giving the feeling of touching silk.

What Chen Yi needed most was Level 4 scroll paper—the scroll level that the Holy Qiao Kingdom could mass-produce and use, and also the level that the West River Association's paper companies could mass-supply.

Therefore, although Chen Yi looked forward to Wu Jingjing's new paper company, he did not urgently need it.

The time for a new company to enter normal production was not short, especially for high-end products.

However, the "Xijiang Paper Company" was established that very week. Besides setting up the factory, its main work was importing special paper mills from overseas for sale.

This was the first enterprise named "West River," and people from several provinces and cities in the Southeast region came to celebrate, fully demonstrating Wu Jingjing's connections.

However, these were only connections within China.

Wu Jingjing, who had just graduated from school, was facing a common test of large families—the division of family property. The Indonesian Paper Group was a large group with assets of nearly ten billion US dollars, equivalent to six Chen Groups, a colossus founded by Wu Jingjing's great-grandfather and controlled by her father.

But just as in all stories of late-born children, with her father's health declining day by day, Wu Jingjing and her mother only held onto the China market and less than 15% of the shares, while her half-brothers gradually took control of the group.

Opening a new factory and obtaining the qualification of the West River Association was Wu Jingjing's only means of response. However, compared to the highly profitable United States and Japan markets, the voice in emerging markets was truly insufficient.

Su Yuanchun had specially prepared documents for the West River Association in the Archive Research Room; a brief analysis could determine the operating status and internal strife of the Indonesian Paper Group. The summary was also provided to the First-Level Associated Enterprises of the West River Association.

Now, the West River Association had 18 First-Level Associated Enterprises, slightly fewer than the original 22, but most had been replaced, somewhat like the enterprise turnover in the Dow Jones Industrial Average.

It should be said that although Chen Yi imitated the consortium model, the West River Association developed a new model on its own—the core was still monopoly, but the subject of monopoly had changed.

Wu Jingjing quickly expanded her social circle; she persuaded sales enterprises like the Red Heart Group to support her entry into the West River Association, while Cao Yuan paid for it.

In the seventeenth session of the West River Association, the "Xijiang Paper Company" entered the West River Association with 11 votes in favor and 7 against, becoming a Third-Level Enterprise. To be promoted to Second-Level or First-Level, it would have to make sufficient contributions to the West River Association and obtain advantageous votes from other enterprises.

Although the number of 11 votes in favor was not small, 7 votes against was also the most opposition votes received by an enterprise in a recent period. Facing orders worth billions, the member value of the West River Association would naturally be contested.

Wu Jingjing seemed to have anticipated this long ago; at the celebration banquet of the West River Association, she said to Zhu Guangsheng, the boss of the specialty paper company "Bicai Bamboo Industry" who was offering hypocritical congratulations: "I hope that at tomorrow's meeting, you can offer a low enough price. I am already prepared to lose money to make a splash."

Zhu Guangsheng had publicly colluded to oppose the "Xijiang Paper Company" entering the West River Association. Seeing Wu Jingjing's attitude, he also put away his smiling face and said: "Miss Wu, your time in the West River Association is still short; you will understand later that we do not allow malicious competition internally."

Mizan was one of Wu Jingjing's investors and also attended this meeting. Hearing Zhu Guangsheng's words, he immediately replied: "You first have to persist until the investigation ends. Good luck."

"We'll see." Zhu Guangsheng snorted and left the circle.

Chen Yi heard it, and a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth. No matter who won or lost among them, the amount of the upcoming paper orders would surely drop to a historical low...

"What are you laughing at?" Jin Douna wore a red deep-V latex dress, revealing her beautiful upper curves.

Having finally returned to Earth for vacation, her first thing was constantly changing clothes, constantly buying clothes, constantly changing clothes...

Chen Yi naturally could not say what he had heard, but he could not lie either, so he merely responded with silence.

"It's a secret, right?" Jin Douna said beside Chen Yi's ear while also exhaling hot air.

The ticklish earlobe was very comfortable; Chen Yi stretched out his hand to embrace Jin Douna's waist and smiled: "It is indeed a secret."

"Really?" Jin Douna murmured a sentence in Korean.

"Really."

Chen Yi felt the collision of the energetic little waist against his hard arm and couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Let's go upstairs." Jin Douna pulled Chen Yi into a spin, trying their best to hide in the shadow of the pillars.

Today's banquet was held at the Jiangning Theater; the not-so-spacious lower floor accommodated about three hundred people, while the second and third floors were almost empty.

Chen Yi looked around, and with various tassels and light as cover, he took Jin Douna up to the second floor.

The second and third floors of the theater were VIP rooms; the small compartments were semi-enclosed. Looking down from upstairs, everything below was visible at a glance, but looking up from below, nothing could be seen.

The Jiangning Theater could survive in the great waves of the times, relying not a little on the modern design of its architecture.

Having lost the support of tension, Jin Douna's body was soft; she wrapped her arms around Chen Yi's neck, carefully examining him. After a while, she murmured: "You don't look like a man who owns a continent."

Chen Yi chuckled and said: "Now there is only one city."

"You will have two continents in the future, I believe." Jin Douna recalled what she had seen and heard on the West Continent, her thoughts and reflections, then contrasted them with the prosperous banquet before her eyes, and for a moment she was lost in thought.

There are two types of women lost in thought: one is spiritual absentmindedness, the other is physiological absentmindedness, but they look the same.

Chen Yi watched with wide eyes as the woman in his arms revealed an expression only seen in bed, and he himself couldn't help but become lost in thought.

"Draw the curtains, the theater's curtains." Jin Douna suddenly "woke" up, her whole face turning red like a shrimp.

A red that exuded an expectant fragrance.

Chen Yi started like a race car; his body swayed, and he drew the three curtains around them.

Jin Douna only felt her body suddenly have a falling trend; her vision blurred, and her back touched Chen Yi's arm.

"Did you just let me go?"

"Yes."

"You let me go, then went to draw the curtains, then caught me?"

"It's a bit wasteful of Shenjia, but... yes..." Chen Yi spoke while lowering his head, his vision gradually filled by those lush red lips.

Jin Douna responded with all her might, as if wanting to squeeze that bit of unreality to Chen Yi, or suck in a bit of reality.

Downstairs, the banquet continued.

Upstairs, intimacy was heating up.

After a long while, Jin Douna gasped hard twice and smiled: "Divine Art Knights are indeed powerful."

"This is just the beginning." Chen Yi bent down and picked up Jin Douna, making her have to wrap her legs around him.

He caressed from bottom to top, as if appreciating a piece of exquisite porcelain, especially the lower half of the porcelain, which had to endure several tests and torments.

At this moment, that beautiful deep-V latex dress didn't even fulfill the most basic function of covering shame. The palm reaching inside was filled with heat and magic power, stimulating Jin Douna until she wanted to tremble; she tried to distract herself by saying: "I've heard quite a few stories about Combat Knights at the Outer Hall, but I don't know what Divine Art Knights are like……"

"Divine Art Knights are people skilled in using Shenjia, just like this……" Chen Yi made his Shenjia cleverly change shape, extending upward as if substantial.

Jin Douna's face had just revealed astonishment, which in a flash turned to shock, followed by endless shyness and a little curiosity, accompanied by faint moaning sounds……

"How did you do that……"

"Just as I said, Divine Art Knights are people skilled in using Shenjia." Chen Yi's smile only let that alluring flush continue to spread.

"Now, we invite the respected founder of the West River Association, founder of the Jin Yuan Group and Jin Sheng Securities Company, Mr. Chen Yi……" The microphone downstairs inopportunely made a sound.

Jin Douna, both fortunate and disappointed, embraced Chen Yi, gave him a deep kiss, then smiled: "Everyone's calling for you to speak."

"I don't want to go."

"We'll be discovered." Jin Douna lay on Chen Yi's chest, unconsciously swaying her body lightly, making louder and louder moaning sounds.

Chen Yi licked his lips, smiling: "You'd better not think you can just run away like that."

"Mm…… but…… you have to go speak." Jin Douna's nose hummed, her body growing softer and softer, legs tightly clamping around Chen Yi, not letting him escape.

"I have a method." Chen Yi took out the Phantom Wand, tilted his body, fitted it with a red crystal, and said: "We have 5 minutes."

Jin Douna's eyes narrowed, unable to see Chen Yi's movements, and said softly in Korean: "5 minutes is good, 5 minutes is enough."

Chen Yi imperceptibly smiled, then dispatched the avatar projected by the Phantom Wand to go downstairs and give the speech. This was an easy job, just needed to control the time well.

"Chen Yi? Everyone's waiting for you." Wu Jingjing's voice came from outside the door; she was greeting the avatar.

Jin Douna's body suddenly tensed, legs vigorously twisting.

Where could Chen Yi still hold back; he first cleared away all obstacles inside the latex dress, two pieces of fabric with minimal material.

High heels sounded in the adjacent compartment, like a drama's rhythm beats. It seemed Wu Jingjing was preparing to listen to the speech upstairs.

Chen Yi's movements suddenly became intense.

Jin Douna unconsciously, or with a touch of consciousness, cried out, her voice not loud, just right for the adjacent compartment to hear.

Wu Jingjing abruptly shrank her shoulders, secretly moving toward the right-side compartment.

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