Chapter 498: Only My Unique Law Chapter 498: Struggle (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

An old general takes the field — one equals two.

The central bank specially sent a leader with "Chang" in his title, who whisked Bank President Tang — whose backside was about to settle into a big seat — and his party back to Xijing on a chartered plane; throughout the process, whether meeting Gao Qiu or Su Yuanchun, he didn't say a single word.

Truly not a single word, like a mute, he escorted a whole group of people back to Xijing.

Everyone has a temper; any bank worker can see the hidden dangers after the Gold Bonds' "free" issuance — this so-called freedom means even the central bank's supervision is absent.

"The evil consequences of deciding economics by politics are about to arrive." This was the central bank representative's roar in the courtyard, making the refined yet ruthless bankers curse outright; their fury can be imagined.

However, Chen Yi's life is far from a relaxed stage.

Old Master Chen Zhongguo merely bought time; in top-level decision-making, although the final result can be resolved by voting, countless major events occur daily in the world, plus time for showboating and visiting performers from all walks of life — the Standing Committee members interested in the house arrest crisis and bond crisis number only one or two.

Persuade these one or two people, and the problem is solved.

Only when some real problems become unsolvable is it truly necessary to change something.

The Gold Bonds are a real problem.

Their existence is a problem; their disappearance is also a problem.

During the next day's breakfast talk, the old master mentioned seemingly intentionally yet unintentionally: "Do you have a timeline for letting that mysterious space show itself?"

In the old master's view, this was probably the only chance to keep the Gold Bonds.

Chen Yi had other plans, saying: "I plan to wait two months before considering this matter."

"A surprise can't be kept too long; give me another half cup of milk, my appetite is good today." The old master spoke no more of the West Continent, but for those from political families, a single reminder is enough to explain everything.

Does the old master want to open the West Continent on a limited basis?

This was within Chen Yi's expectations; after all, the old master doesn't know about Divine Art Knights and such — he still thinks Chen Yi merely relies on Earth's advantages to develop the West Continent; conversely, once the secret leaks, the chips in his hand won't be many.

Chen Yi had a calculation, and replied calmly: "How much more time do I have?"

"I told them it's your childish temper, an overreaction." The old master downed the milk in one go, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said: "I found a few old friends, which counts as getting the inspection team matter past. But your Gold Bonds remain a ticking time bomb; even without using tactics, they can buy them back with money. Also, Jiangning Bank will definitely have an adjustment."

"How do they want to adjust?"

"Gao Qiu will definitely be transferred away." Chen Zhongguo placed his hand soothingly on the table, saying: "He is, after all, a brick of the Party; if the Organization wants to move him, I can't very well block it. The good side is, by consistent tradition, as long as it's a normal transfer, previous matters are not pursued."

Chen Yi stared blankly for a moment, saying: "Wouldn't that still mean reorganizing Jiangning Bank?"

"Last time the inspection team wanted major surgery; now transferring Gao Qiu and changing to a new bank president can only be called minor surgery, like taking medicine. You cannot move him."

"That depends on his performance." Chen Yi felt he still had a certain degree of control over Jiangning Bank, not to the point of instant collapse because of Gao Qiu's departure. Moreover, this method is indeed better than the whole inspection team.

Seeing he didn't lose his temper, Chen Zhongguo secretly nodded, then said: "Jiangning's Security Department, Jiangning Military Region — the higher-ups also intend to move them. On account of my face, they'll likely make contingency plans first, prepare well. You must be even more careful in your actions."

"They're really quite hardline."

"If they really act, even the Monkey King couldn't somersault free. Can't endure it? Then release your West Continent, the magic treasure that turns the world upside down." The old master made an upside-down gesture. This time he's really shown his wrist; if not for the vast world Chen Yi displayed, this power beyond remnant heat's scope, he would be unwilling to release.

Chen Yi listened noncommittally, quickly finishing breakfast.

He hadn't experienced Grandpa's era, so he doesn't trust political hardline measures that much. On the contrary, he believes he should continue maintaining a hard line, be a Monkey King who can somersault free.

This personal understanding needn't be spoken; just do it.

Jiangbei Wharf.

Newly built office buildings line the beautiful river water, one after another like famous courtesans on the Qinhuai River, just waiting for people to pay high prices to rent them.

Quan Cong's consulting company also rented two floors of office buildings, a scale of about 500 people — large even in developed countries. In Jiangning, the sole reason for their expansion is Chen Yi this big financial backer.

Chen Yi is willing to pay considerable sums for valuable "Faith"; last year alone he invested over 20 million dollars, making the consulting colleagues overjoyed. In return, they devoted themselves to doing all kinds of "Buddhist rites"; peers have long regarded them as another religious group's "sacrificial offering" — this is an envious way of putting it.

Nowadays, any consulting company that can find work — who cares whether they're consulting on God's affairs or Darwin's? It is precisely relying on these 500 people's silent work that the Yin Sen Family's Divine Art Knights can have all sorts of "brushing Shenjia" methods.

Seven Divine Art Knights each from the Water Dragon Temple and Fire Dragon Temple followed behind Chen Yi like pleasure-seekers; their long beards and long eyebrows made the office building's receptionist look on with curiosity.

"Have Quan Cong come down." Chen Yi tapped the table.

"One moment." The receptionist made a call, then lowered her brows and obeyed as she started working; a moment later, she suddenly struck up conversation, raised her head and asked the knight on the left: "Are you also from Chen Group?"

"Me?" The knight knew a tiny bit of Chinese, stiffly pointed at himself and grinned foolishly.

"My name is Hai Lan."

"Hai Lan?"

"I'm working, can't talk much." The front desk girl slightly tilted her head, pushed out a business card, looking both shy and bold.

Chen Yi held back a laugh; a West Continent knight receiving a woman's phone number — truly an interesting thing.

Looking back, the chosen one was precisely the Fire Dragon Temple's knight, tall and handsome, at least 2 meters in height; placed among a group of Noble Knights, he'd still be a standout handsome man.

In comparison, Chen Yi, who stands out among ordinary people, appeared somewhat inconspicuous.

Fortunately Quan Cong walked out of the elevator.

Chen Yi waved, sat on the hall's guest sofa, and said: "Found you some more work, brushing Faith, brushing Shenjia — that's them."

14 knights stood in perfect unison, a standard battlefield bow.

Quan Cong was startled into standing, repeatedly saying: "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

The knights who hadn't eaten Konjac couldn't understand either, only looking at Chen Yi.

"Mr. Quan Cong returned the salute; you all sit down."

"Yes!"

The knights again sat in perfect unison, obedient like elementary school students.

White-collar workers passing through the hall and the receptionist girl looked over curiously, turning their heads everywhere as if searching for cameras.

Actually the knights were more nervous than Quan Cong.

They had seen the Yin Sen Family's Knights, and Yin Sen Guan had explicitly told them that the West Continent's incomparably arduous process of accumulating Shenjia was as simple as child's play on Earth.

Newly arrived Divine Art Knights all assumed that because this place had numerous and devout Believers, the Shenjia they obtained was also plentiful; in reality, not only were there many Believers on Earth, but a single Believer could also devoutly believe in another religion... this was an unimaginable thing on the West Continent, like two countries sharing their cutting-edge nuclear resources. But on Earth, who cares what religion you ultimately believe in.

"Besides having them brush Shenjia for you, how is the research on high-level Divine Arts that I asked you to look into coming along?" Chen Yi did not avoid topics like Shenjia and Divine Art Knights; if he didn't provide prior information, how could the Consulting Company proceed with their judgment.

As for whether things like Divine Art Knights actually existed, that was a question of whether the Consulting Company's gentlemen believed it.

Chen Yi would not take the initiative to lie, but occasionally showing a bit of a cosplay tendency easily twisted the thinking of Quan Cong and the others.

In this world, there are mecha anime fans, there are Street Fighter fans, so naturally there can be "Divine Art fans." The difference is that this Divine Art fan Chen Yi has money and power, and can make a company's people accompany him to play...

Quan Cong earned a salary dozens of times higher than before every month, and had long since thoroughly lost himself in the "virtual world" Chen Yi provided for him; at this moment he said excitedly: "Regarding high-level Divine Arts, I have some results, please take a look."

He opened the Notebook he carried, and pulled up a 500-page encrypted Document.

"Dictate it." Chen Yi really didn't want to look at those data analyses and logical deductions.

"Okay, okay." Quan Cong cleared his throat, and began to brew his emotions. It was precisely because he treated Divine Arts and Faith as a game that he cared all the more about data analysis and logical deduction — if it were ordinary sentimental analysis, who would pay them money.

A real Consulting Company is supposed to say what the Client wants to hear.

Quan Cong believed his Mission was to prove the Boss's game was "real and interesting." Therefore, he communicated several times with the self-proclaimed erudite Yin Sen Guan, and only with great difficulty completed the assessment of Divine Technique Levels.

He brought out another PPT, displayed it before Chen Yi, and said: "First we know, a Level 1 Divine Art Holy Knight can learn one Divine Art from each Faith, and through continuous Shenjia improvement, can strengthen it up to Level 3 Divine Technique at most, then gain the opportunity for further learning. However, the Divine Art Knights produced by the temporary Sacrificial Ceremony form we currently use can merely reach the peak of Level 1 Divine Technique, yet cannot improve to Level 2 Divine Technique... We believe the main reason is that the Believers' will is not concentrated enough, which is to say, not devout enough; here is a set of data Explanations..."

"Not devout enough?"

"Yes, judging from the data, the higher the percentage of devout Believers, the higher the probability that a Divine Art Knight will produce high-level Divine Arts in the future. The same applies if they are re-smelted and participate in the Ceremony again, but it would occupy a Divine Knight Position in this Ceremony."

The data was provided to him by Yin Sen Guan — the Water Dragon Temple's Believer numbers and distribution over the years of participating in Ceremonies; the Temple also continuously improved based on this.

However, compared to modern data analysis, the Temple lagging behind by one or two thousand years, the conclusions it occasionally reaches are not necessarily Correct.

Quan Cong didn't know just how big a Secret he had actually uncovered, and still thought he was accompanying the crown prince to Play Game, so he said with feigned seriousness: "According to the West Continent's saying, the more ancient the Altar, the easier it is to raise a Divine Art Knight's Divine Technique Level, while a hastily built Altar, like the kind you described, they call a Cult's Altar; the Divine Art Knights produced find it very difficult to even Enter Level 2 Divine Technique... This is actually the devout Believer problem; an ancient Altar represents the Believers' firm will. We assign scores to the Believers' devout will — the most firm is 10 points, the least firm is 1 point; to give a Divine Art Knight the potential for Level 2 Divine Technique, the Believers' average devoutness score should reach 5 points, Of Course, the required headcount must still be there."

"Can it be solved?" Chen Yi had long since covered the vicinity with Shenjia, not letting off even the Knights who didn't understand Chinese.

Quan Cong thought to himself, wealthy families' young people really play with such investment.

On the surface, however, he said seriously: "We naturally have thought of a Method to solve it."

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