Chapter 481: Only I Am Unique Chapter 481: Minor Punishment, Major Warning (4)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The VIP room on the second floor of the theater was semi-enclosed; it could not be seen from the front of the hall, but from the circular corridor on the second floor, which was behind the VIP room, everything inside was visible at a glance.

Wu Jingjing tiptoed, like a little deer trying to hang a bell on a tiger, slipping soundlessly from the adjacent compartment into the corridor, then taking a deep breath and peering over.

Almost at the same time, Chen Yi swiftly loaded a new orange crystal and waved the Phantom Wand.

A new phantom of Chen Yi appeared at the doorway, blocking Wu Jingjing.

She jumped, stammering, "I heard a sound."

Jin Douna's moans faintly drifted over, making Wu Jingjing blush instantly.

"Sorry, you can't go in." The phantom was linked to Chen Yi, sharing thoughts and senses, like a networked host and extension.

Wu Jingjing's tender skin flushed red, and she asked curiously, "Can you hear the sounds behind?"

"Mm, yes."

"Then... oh, are you watching a movie?"

This time it was Chen Yi's turn to be stunned; he coughed and said, "Actually, it's a real person."

Wu Jingjing immediately thought of all kinds of performances, all kinds of solo activities, all kinds of surprising activities that might produce moans... her ears were red enough to drip blood, but in an instant, she suddenly realized something and blurted out, "Aren't you giving a speech?"

"Don't worry." Chen Yi shrugged and smiled, actually answering nothing.

Jin Douna kept her eyes closed, both surprised by the sounds and changes outside and conflicted by the changes in her body. Fortunately, she already knew of Chen Yi's wonders and simply regarded this as some kind of divine art of a Divine Art Knight.

Heaven only knows to what extent a real divine art could go.

Before Jin Douna made her final "sound," Wu Jingjing hurriedly left the second floor and then saw Chen Yi, who had just finished his speech, at the corner...

"Wow" Wu Jingjing didn't know how to put it, speaking incoherently: "I've seen you so many times today."

Five minutes were almost up, and the phantom was about to disappear; he walked quickly up the stairs, avoided everyone's gaze, and then vanished into the air, leaving only the girl feeling strange.

When the banquet was about to end, Wu Jingjing saw Chen Yi again.

There were many people in the hall, almost all senior management of West River Association-affiliated enterprises; Chen Yi had his arm around Jin Douna, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with them, looking very familiar.

Wu Jingjing stood quietly beside them waiting; after Chen Yi finished, she smiled and said, "See you again."

The girl from the doorway earlier!

Jin Douna immediately recognized the voice and simply hid behind Chen Yi.

Wu Jingjing, however, didn't know she had been discovered, and smiled with a normal expression: "I discussed terms with Cao Yuan again; maybe you're interested."

"Oh."

"If you're willing to provide funds, you can control this hidden danger; I want to see if you're interested."

"Indonesian Paper Industry isn't preparing to take the opportunity to enter China's financial market?" If Indonesian Paper Industry funded Cao Yuan, the only explanation was that they wanted to use this to enter China's financial market.

Wu Jingjing shook her head slightly and smiled: "My company and I personally no longer belong to Indonesian Paper Industry."

"Oh, alright."

Wu Jingjing wanted to facilitate the transaction, thereby gaining greater benefits in the West River Association with Chen Yi's help, so she said eagerly: "Cao Yuan is willing to pay 6 li interest per month. Moreover, he's willing to put gold in our designated warehouse as collateral. So, as long as you agree, all the money you put in will be used to buy your gold, and your gold will still remain in your own warehouse, while Cao Yuan will pay you interest every month..."

"What about your benefit?"

"You need to tilt orders toward me."

"6 li interest per month, a bit like usury. But... no."

Wu Jingjing was extremely disappointed and said: "Your silver is tight? A very profitable opportunity, 6% interest per month, 72% per year, and in two years you can earn 1.5 times the profit, better than doing real industry. Besides, with me there, you can control Cao Yuan's conspiracy, know what he's doing, and control it when necessary; isn't that the best way to reduce trouble? I heard his influence in Xijing is not small."

"The Cao Family and he are ultimately different." Chen Yi explained briefly and asked: "How can you guarantee he'll pay the interest honestly?"

"Interest paid in advance, otherwise cooperation stops immediately."

"Mm, then if he's really foolish enough to agree, I naturally can." Chen Yi shrugged, looking indifferent. This plan was exactly like the terms the insurance company gave Cao Yuan, but the insurance company ultimately had some risk cost, and actually occupied funds; but for Chen Yi, he didn't even need to occupy funds, just move some gold to another warehouse."

As far as he was concerned, as long as the gold was in Jiangning, where it was placed didn't matter.

Wu Jingjing clapped happily and smiled: "I'll report the situation to you on time."

After she left, Jin Douna clicked her tongue and said: "Cao Yuan is truly pitiful; even in finding a partner, he didn't choose the right one. Actually, even choosing the right one would fail..."

"He chose the wrong method, thinking gold bonds were easy to destroy." Chen Yi shook his head; Jiangning was so independent that he could influence policy formulation. Any pure economic or pure political means were ineffective.

"Greed is insufficient to swallow an elephant." Jin Douna commented, seeing Mo Shaoqiu walking over from afar, and said softly: "I'm a bit tired; I'll wait for you in the car."

"Go out together." He said, giving Mo Shaoqiu a look.

The latter turned nimbly, as if nothing had happened, and left the hall through another door. As one of the few private arms dealers in the country, Mo Shaoqiu's status had been greatly enhanced, and so had his personal security level.

If not for coming to see Chen Yi, he wouldn't go out without bringing a platoon of armed security guards, several of whom were hired from the Martial Arts Hall—a large martial arts hall with tens of thousands of people, which was impossible to fully absorb. Pushing suitable students into the market increased both parties' freedom and could provide them with better treatment.

"Come in and talk." Chen Yi gestured for Mo Shaoqiu to sit in a Mercedes-Benz sedan. A Mercedes-Benz with a regular license plate affiliated under the All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce would at least not make people directly think of secret transactions.

Mo Shaoqiu was a bit restless; to be precise, excitedly restless.

He looked left and right for three seconds, then, under Chen Yi's inquiring gaze, said softly: "I got a helicopter."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and asked: "Whose?"

"The Ukrainians' MiG-24, the 'Female Deer.' The helicopter the Soviets used most in Afghanistan." Mo Shaoqiu licked his lips and said: "Although it's an early model aircraft, it's multi-purpose, easy to maintain and repair, you just have to be careful of missiles."

During the Cold War, the United States exported large numbers of "Stinger" missiles to Afghanistan to support the Afghans' independence cause, and the MiG-24 was a victim. But if you didn't consider the helicopter's expensive cost, its performance in the war was still commendable.

"Were the ground crew and logistics instructors found?"

"I found a few people from Ukraine to train them for a period of time; it should be no problem."

"Well done." Chen Yi lowered his voice, quite having the air of a secret worker. He had long since built an airport on the West Continent, waiting for the aircraft to station.

Mo Shaoqiu hehe laughed and said: "The benefit is cheap; I found the Ukrainian Department of Defense and got 35 of them, 5 were assembled from parts, but it doesn't affect use, and weapon equipment is also easy to match; rocket launchers, 20mm machine cannons, and suspended heavy bombs are standard configuration; a three-aircraft formation solving a convoy is very easy."

"Delivered?"

"Out at sea."

"Find a way to get them in." The more Chen Yi thought about it, the more satisfied he felt. Divine Art Knights still held an absolute advantage over helicopters, especially these thin-skinned aircraft without new-type missiles; low-altitude flight definitely wasn't a match for Divine Art Knights.

However, relative to Combat Knights below high rank, multi-purpose helicopters that could fly still posed a tremendous threat. Agile maneuverability was their armor; if one truly compared battlefield survival rates, helicopters were obviously higher than tanks.

Thinking up to here, he patted Mo Shaoqiu hard and nodded: "Import more ammunition, the number of aircraft must also increase."

"Understood, I'll call now." Mo Shaoqiu said with a radiant face. To him, this was also a massive income, and moreover implied hidden power.

The helicopters were disassembled, stuffed into containers, and shipped to Jiangning Port, along with 15 Ukrainian pilots reeking of alcohol.

The lead Ukrainian, Kalan, was a *** Believer who never let go of his bottle; he said blearily: "Wake me when we arrive."

None of them thought a bustling metropolis was a suitable place to install armed helicopters.

Xiong arranged their accommodation and placed 4+ bottles of vodka in each room. The next morning, he went to check and found every single one sleeping like a dead pig.

Thus, the helicopters and pilots together were loaded onto the Subway and transported to the West Continent.

Perhaps due to the combined effect of jet lag and alcohol, it wasn't until the following evening that the pilots woke up one after another; most drank some water and fell asleep again.

Kalan counted among the earliest batch to wake. He was used to being hungover in different countries and regions, so he turned a blind eye to the bamboo mats and humid air; after finding the Wei Sheng Jian with his fly open, he happily began a new day.

"Sir, what would you like for breakfast?" The hotel attendant wore hemp-woven clothing and asked Kalan through the wooden fence.

"Someone who speaks Russian... oh, you're a white person?"

The new hotel attendant had undergone nearly the strictest training, even more than native Soldiers received. Hearing Kalan's words, he showed not the slightest surprise and said: "Now they are West River people, sir. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Local specialty, I like local specialties. Also, a bottle of vodka." Kalan shook his empty bottle and kicked awake several companions.

"Local specialty, vodka." The attendant repeated it once and walked away quickly.

Presently, a plate of Blue Ox Meat was served. Fist-sized pieces of meat, coarse and hard, with a special fishy smell, like a medium-rare tough steak, yet with neither blood water nor meat juice.

Kalan took one bite and threw it away, cursing as he held the meat plate, kicked open the balcony door and dumped it down, still saying: "Did they throw us into a primitive forest? The last time I ate meat this awful was when I was in Siberia..."

A tamed Sword Leopard caught the scent and accelerated from 200 meters away, instantly springing to the height of the Third Floor.

The forest scenery before Kalan was instantly blocked by a furry big face, then replaced by sharp teeth, which clamped onto the Blue Ox Meat he had dropped.

"Embarrassed." Downstairs, a young man in casual shoes waved his hand, pulling the Sword Leopard back as if handling a pet.

Kalan looked at the ground, then at the sky, turned around and muttered to himself: "This time I'm really drunk."

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