Chapter 501

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

More than twenty accountants and three lawyers, carrying countless documents, walked into the West River Association's office. They had the power of compulsory audit and immediately took over various documents of the West River Association.

The lawyers and accountants were subordinate to the Central Bank. On the surface, Fu Polin was single-handedly taking up the post as president of Jiangning Bank, but in reality it was still the nature of an inspection team, with a large number of professionals helping him. The latter was also his greatest reliance.

However, without the name of the Central Inspection Team, his power was greatly limited, and checking accounts was already the maximum. Advanced methods like freezing accounts simply could not be used.

Ren Qiyun of the Archive Research Room couldn't stop him, so he simply divided the office into two parts, one side letting Fu Polin's accountants and lawyers work, the other side letting the company's staff continue working.

The rustling sound of flipping pages rose together, like a group of examinees who couldn't finish their test papers.

Liu Xinyu hurried over and asked as soon as she opened her mouth: "What do they want to investigate?"

"The accounts and taxes of the West River Association, mainly its affiliated enterprises. I estimate they want to find a handle on the affiliated enterprises and take the opportunity to demand they sell gold bonds to them." Ren Qiyun hadn't been idle either; he knew a bit of accounting and could see the signs from the documents the other side prioritized reviewing.

Liu Xinyu nodded. Most of the gold bonds had been absorbed by the West River Association's affiliated enterprises. If Fu Polin could catch a big handle, forcing out tens or hundreds of billions of gold bonds was quite normal—those were all bearer bonds.

Ren Qiyun felt the situation was urgent and said cautiously: "Should we invite the Hall Master to intervene?"

"No need. Where are the other people they sent?"

"Other people? There are already more than twenty here."

"That's impossible. More than twenty people, let alone checking the accounts of affiliated enterprises, they can't even figure out the West River Association's own documents." Liu Xinyu knew the dirty details inside. The West River Association's accounts were done by a professional accounting firm, with dozens of first-tier affiliated enterprises, hundreds of second- and third-tier affiliated enterprises, and companies constantly coming and going, plus countless orders from the West Continent and various import-export businesses—far more complex than the account books of those small countries in Oceania.

Although Ren Qiyun didn't understand, he still obediently went to investigate.

The Martial Arts Hall's Archive Research Room did intelligence work, and now several people came from Zhu Guangliang's subordinates, making it a fairly professional intelligence department. In a short while, they found accountants working in an office building nearby through phone and wireless network contact.

A full 200 people, working hard to process electronic documents, with various communication devices busy like an electromagnetic storm.

"No wonder the accountants in the building only handle paper documents." After Ren Qiyun reported, he added another sentence.

"The government's?" Liu Xinyu looked at the accountants in the room with great interest.

"Indeed. More than 200 people."

Just as they were speaking, a lawyer walked over and said: "Can we borrow a few more offices?"

"No." Ren Qiyun immediately shook his head, afraid Liu Xinyu would agree.

The lawyer was hired by the Central Bank, wearing an identical big-brand suit. Hearing this, he was stunned and repeated: "No?"

Every time he audited accounts, which family wasn't fawning and smiling, treating him like an ancestor? Encountering obstacles, he was always a bit unaccustomed.

Ren Qiyun was determined to obstruct, and bluntly said: "Why should we lend them to you? Find a place yourself."

The lawyer snorted heavily, said fine, and added: "Since you're unwilling, I'll report to the bank president, rent a building myself, and incidentally investigate Gold Source Company and Jinsheng Securities."

Liu Xinyu "pfft" laughed out, her chest slightly trembling as she said: "Suit yourself, wish you a pleasant investigation. Need to borrow people?"

The lawyer's face turned red, and finally he said fiercely: "We have plenty of people."

Jinsheng and Gold Source Company were making waves on Wall Street and the Southeast Asian Securities Market respectively. Their scale couldn't compare to a Fortune 500 company, but their complexity far surpassed it.

For example, Gold Source Company's high-frequency trading and lightning trading had a trading volume not much different from the 1929 US stock market, requiring dozens of automatic quotation machines to spit out paper slips. If such frequent automatic trading were manually checked, who knows how many thousands or tens of thousands of accountants would be needed.

Even if only investigating transactions between companies, Jinsheng, Gold Source, and the Chen Group were tightly intertwined. Chen Yi simply had no choice of a simple structure—most multinational conglomerates in the world tend toward complex structures, for a very simple reason: why make it simple?

Complexity troubles others; simplicity is truly troubling oneself.

Liu Xinyu estimated that to thoroughly investigate the companies under Chen Yi's name, it would take a top accounting firm and a top law firm working together, spending several months or even years. Sometimes, one or two "Deep Throats" would also be needed. If handed over to government lawyers and accountants, a conclusion and 7,000 pages of documents could be reached within three to five years, whether they had value was another matter.

Her mockery came from this.

Being embarrassed in front of a beauty was a higher-level embarrassment. The lawyer pretended to button his suit jacket, turned properly and walked away quickly, never looking back even once.

The accountants became even busier.

By evening, Fu Polin indeed sent more accountants and lawyers.

He wasn't really a blockhead, but the Central Bank sent him here, wasn't it to investigate Chen Yi? As the leader said: "As long as there is solid evidence, we have a just cause."

Having come this far, Fu Polin no longer considered issues like cost.

Jinsheng Securities and Gold Source International both had companies registered in China, so they could get some accounts. Plus the account books accumulated by the Chen Group over the years, hundreds of accountants looked ecstatic, with splitting headaches and bloodshot eyes, as if filming AV day and night.

Anyone who knew a bit about company business knew that no matter how many people, they couldn't find anything in a short time. But not everyone understood company business, such as media institutions in Xijing, who would rather blindfold themselves and talk nonsense.

Chen Zhongguo didn't want to cause trouble over such small matters, so on various radio stations and newspapers, news appeared like "Chen Group audited," "Tax Department stationed at Jinsheng Securities," "Bank rechecking Gold Source International assets," and so on, with an increasingly intense momentum.

The so-called three men make a tiger; the truth always has its butt sticking up.

Just after a week, the selling volume of gold bonds increased greatly, among which there were inevitably affiliated enterprises of the West River Association secretly cashing out.

Han Jie also hurried back from Jiangning University to the city, holding a newspaper and rushing to the Martial Arts Hall.

Only to see in the magnificent office as big as a basketball court, Chen Yi sat properly at the table, desperately signing documents, looking like he was working hard.

Han Jie's eyes immediately turned sour, and she stammered, unable to speak.

The Chen Yi she knew was so extravagant and lazy... He was willing to spend 100 yuan to hire someone to hawk 10 yuan worth of biscuits... To avoid participating in the school's collective labor, he would rather take laxatives and stay in the restroom... Even if he regretted it, he was too lazy to go to the pharmacy to buy the "antidote"...

However, such a lazy and extravagant Chen Yi now sat properly as if in kindergarten. In her memory, since Chen Yi beat the Military Region Commander's grandson, he hadn't been so upright.

The documents beside his table were enough to drown a bathtub.

His appearance of desperately stamping seals was almost like an automatic garlic crusher.

His pinched cheeks were cool to the extreme.

Han Jie suddenly blushed, hooked her foot to take off her high heels, and stepped barefoot on the icy cold ground. Her perky buttocks twisted left and right under her dress.

She looked seriously at Chen Yi at this moment, covering her chest with palpitations.

A man at work was probably the second sexiest man in this world—the sexiest man was the one who took out a diamond ring.

"Chen Yi!" Han Jie finally didn't let her random thoughts run wild.

"Oh. Didn't notice, I'll finish right away." Chen Yi was so busy he only lifted his head slightly.

Han Jie walked over with a pained expression, stepping on the documents that had just been signed and sealed.

She casually picked one up, and the more she looked, the more something seemed wrong.

"A leave application? You're stamping a leave application for a grassroots manager?"

"Mm."

"Why?"

"Because Chen Group has over forty thousand employees, the Martial Arts Hall has over twenty thousand, and everyone needs to take leave sometime." Chen Yi was as upright as a true Holy Knight, saying this while flipping pages with his left hand and stamping with his right.

To brush the divine power of "Words and Deeds Consistent," Chen Yi required that all matters, big or small, of the West River Association, Chen Group, the Martial Arts Hall, and Gold Source Company be notified to the highest level and approved by his own signature and seal before they could be carried out.

And every such signature and seal represented an acknowledgment of the company charter.

Whether it was sick leave, business reports, or work arrangements, all were governed by internal rules within the major organizations.

Rules and regulations were "words," and signing and sealing were "deeds." Therefore, each signing and sealing equaled completing one instance of "Words and Deeds Consistent" work.

Besides this, he required subordinates to deliver reports, which he then signed and sealed to approve; this behavior also qualified for part of the attributes of "Honesty" and "Oath Keeping."

The so-called marginal effect also existed in the process of brushing divine power.

It was precisely because this brushing method was fast enough that Chen Yi required all company personnel to submit reports to the highest level; tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of documents and emails every day meant tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of divine power.

Han Jie watched Chen Yi complete the stamping work at four or five times the speed of an ordinary person, and couldn't help but say: "Your workload is too great, and moreover... isn't it too nitpicky?"

"I'm brushing divine power, so of course I have to be nitpicky." When Chen Yi told the truth, he had no consideration whatsoever.

Han Jie naturally didn't understand, and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "If you stamp like this without looking at the contents, and someone secretly submits some inappropriate documents, and you end up stamping them too..."

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and she said nervously: "Have the secretaries looked over the documents sent in?"

"I can do it alone; I've looked at the documents." Chen Yi spoke without forgetting to stamp. He really was looking at the documents, only he had hung an Intelligence Scroll Level 8 and an Agility Scroll Level 4; the increased intelligence fully matched "Glance and Never Forget," so his movements were only four or five times faster than an ordinary person stamping. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to vote with Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets on Qidian (qidian. com); your support is my greatest motivation.)