Chapter 505: Only I Am Unique Chapter 505: The Storm Ends (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In terms of business ethics, Fu Polin's methods could be called despicable.

However, since the bank designed such tyrannical clauses, it was to use them at critical moments.

What is a critical moment? When the central bank's monetary authority is threatened.

If gold bonds became gold currency, others would at most be relatively weakened due to the Chen Family's rise—such things had happened before—but the one truly suffering losses would be the central bank.

Mao Li also enjoyed the Work Group treatment; being in a small factory, he couldn't escape the lawyers sent by the bank, and had to listen to their half-threat, half-persuasion "methods" with an iron-blue face.

"I'll consider it." No matter what the other party said, he almost always used the same tone, the same attitude.

Having said everything that needed saying, the senior lawyer helplessly said: "Mr. Mao, please be sure to think it through clearly. If it ultimately results in early loan repayment, it would be a loss for both of us. Also, please remember confidentiality."

Mao Li waved his hand and said without a good expression: "Will those people who came with you also keep it secret for you?"

The senior lawyer remembered the Martial Arts Hall students tailing behind him, and couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his balls, leaving behind "Think it through clearly," and hurriedly left the factory with a constipated expression.

As usual, an SUV tracked behind him, along with calm students wearing jackets.

Mao Li disdainfully exhaled, and the expression on his face gradually straightened.

To take on more orders, his expansion speed was very fast. Unlike Red Heart Group's method of supporting contract factories, Mao Li tended to produce himself. This method had higher profit margins and lower costs, and was also the key to his rapid development.

However, to build factory buildings and purchase new machines, the amount of Mao Li's loans was also very large. Calculating now, it was about 500 million yuan, and just the interest every month required paying off several million.

If repayment was truly made early, as long as half a month passed, when the next batch of loans matured, he wouldn't be able to come up with the interest and would immediately go bankrupt.

Mao Li crushed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray, grabbed his clothes, and walked out.

His driver was waiting outside, and without a word first ran to start the car.

"Go to the city." Mao Li's Mercedes-Benz was brand new, oily and smooth like a mechanical otter. One year ago, Mao Li could at most dream of it.

However, to activate funds, the Mercedes-Benz still had to be mortgaged for a loan. Thinking of this, Mao Li was unhappy again for a while.

They say a man's mount is his wife, but the wife is actually a mistress. Mao Li deeply agreed. Holding affection, he stroked the leather cushion in the back seat, and suddenly thought: Chi Tu Horse died for love, and Guan Yu, if he knows in the underworld, probably feels much like I do.

With a tragic mindset, Mao Li saw Chen Yi. The latter sat cross-legged in the center of the huge office, cultivating Shenjia of "Words and Deeds Consistent." A set of silver-white kitchen equipment decorated half the room like an open Western kitchen, and pastries of various colors filled the air with fragrance.

Han Jie held a book, seriously learning how to brew delicious British red tea. Seeing Mao Li smile, she nodded slightly, giving people a feeling like basking in the spring breeze.

Chen Yi stood up and waved. After Mao Li sat down, he smiled and said: "Did people from the bank come to trouble you?"

"There were two lawyers." Mao Li explained everything one by one. He didn't know others' situations and worried about encountering differential treatment from the bank.

Chen Yi didn't answer immediately, turned back to bring over a pot of red tea, and personally poured a cup for Mao Li, saying: "I haven't drunk British tea many times. I heard you need to add milk and sugar. Have a cup?"

"Thank you." Mao Li half-rose to pick up the cup and smiled: "I rarely drink red tea even. Back when I was in the factory, I drank big-leaf Kuding tea—the more bitter, the better the taste."

Chen Yi took a big sip, tasted it carefully, and after a while said: "Not bad. It would be even better if it were a bit more refreshing."

Han Jie immediately recorded it in her notebook and smiled: "Maybe I boiled it too long. I'll try again."

Chen Yi was a Divine Art Knight. His body, washed by Source Energy, had an exceptionally excellent sense of smell and taste. Helping Han Jie taste red tea to improve was extremely convenient.

Mao Li was full of doubts. He gulped down a cup of tea in big mouthfuls, couldn't taste anything, and finally couldn't help but say: "Mr. Chen, if every bank has the same policy, our West River Association's enterprises probably can't withstand it."

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "I, Mao Li, have reached today entirely thanks to Mr. Chen's support. As long as you say a word, our factory can be given up."

If someone else said such words, it might be a tactic of retreating to advance. But Mao Li was an honest man. From a small factory to a large group, he had used at most one year's time. Thinking about it now, even if he returned to his original state, it seemed he wouldn't suffer much loss.

In this world, few are willing to return to their original state for others.

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, didn't judge true or false, and first sincerely thanked him: "I'm very happy that you have this heart. However, the losses cannot be borne by you."

Han Jie glanced lightly at the office area, her hand wiping the cup quietly paused. When she heard about the strategy of the new president of Jiangning Bank, she thought of a possibility—Chen Yi himself spending money to take over the loan amounts of all West River Association companies. Over a thousand companies meant over a hundred billion yuan, but Chen Yi was obviously wealthier.

The benefit of doing this was to completely bind the West River Association's enterprises. The drawback was consuming funds.

Funds are always limited. You don't know when you'll need to use them. Wasting them for no reason isn't smart. And after the bond relationship changes, the enterprises might thank you at this moment, but not necessarily the next.

It's like lending money to someone. If you don't lend, they might be a bit unhappy at the time. But if you lend to the wrong person, you might turn against each other in the future.

Han Jie didn't want to, nor could she, make decisions for Chen Yi. But she still decided to participate a little. So she put down the water cup and said cleverly: "Jiangning Bank originally had a chance to become the financial institution of the West River Association. Unfortunately, Gao Qiu was transferred."

She was hinting that the financial institution should become the center of the West River Association, not an enterprise like Chen Yi or the Chen Group.

Chen Yi obviously understood. He smiled and nodded: "It's a pity about Jiangning Bank, but there's no choice. Gao Qiu's transfer makes the future unpredictable."

Han Jie pursed her lips and smiled, then said nothing more.

For Chen Yi, weakening Jiangning Bank's status wasn't a bad thing, so he didn't interfere with Gao Qiu's transfer. After all, Jiangning Bank was the state's bank. Even without fierce struggle, Gao Qiu couldn't stay in the president's position for a lifetime.

After all, choosing Jiangning Bank back then was also an expedient measure, and it still is now.

"Just transfer the gold bonds to them as required by the other side's lawyers." Chen Yi was tired of the central bank's intrigues. Although he adapted well to such life, the central bank's methods were really too ordinary and low-level.

It's time to end these small troubles!

Mao Li was shocked and asked: "You've decided to give up the gold bonds?"

"Not exactly." Chen Yi didn't explain.

Mao Li gritted his teeth and said: "Then how many bonds should I give them?"

"Give them all."

"All?"

"Give as many as they want." Chen Yi played with the teacup's ear with his little finger and said: "Fu Polin has been checking accounts for so long. I don't know if he has results, but he probably knows roughly how many gold bonds you have in your hands."

"This..."

"It's fine." Chen Yi lightly patted Mao Li's shoulder and sent him out of the office.

The same promise quickly spread throughout the West River Association.

Fu Polin knew not much later than Chen Yi, and his doubts were no fewer than Han Jie's.

The lawyers busily continued their scheduled work, carrying back box after box of gold bonds, then exchanging them for gold.

That very afternoon, over six billion yuan worth of gold was exchanged—about twenty tons, roughly a week's usual volume.

Among those concerned, half believed Chen Yi was plotting to default. The upper echelons of the central bank were delighted—if Chen Yi defaulted, it would be handing them leverage and solving the gold bond problem at once, killing two birds with one stone. As for the banknotes spent, they belonged to the state.

The Chen family shared the same worry, but neither Chen Congyu nor Chen Zhongguo could reach Chen Yi for a time.

The next day, the Jiangning Head Office opened a few minutes late, and Fu Polin immediately picked up the phone to scold them. When the two doors swung open, a group of people smiled.

The head office president's worth had finally amounted to one percent.

A crowd of sturdy men with suitcases swarmed in, each exchanging tens of millions. The bank staff looked helplessly at the duty manager, who had some idea of the upper-level rumors and dared not even lift his head.

The staff had to exchange gold according to regulations, and the elevator to the underground city treasury hummed to life. Every ten million yuan could be exchanged for a fixed forty kilograms of gold, fitting neatly back into the suitcases.

Of course, they had to be very sturdy.

Special forces from Xijing wore plain clothes and sat in modified cars, driving off once four people were gathered. They first delivered the gold to a central bank treasury a street away, then loaded it onto helicopters once they had about one to two tons.

After the helicopters took off, heading east, military escort fighters appeared as they passed through the Port Area, forming pairs to protect the helicopters as they reached the Southeast Fleet's "Exercise Area." There, the helicopters landed on the deck, unloaded the gold, and returned.

That day, Fu Polin exchanged thirty tons of gold and twenty tons of platinum.

The next day, a similar process, a similar result.

One hundred fifty tons of gold vanished like melted ice, leaving not a trace.

Fu Polin was shocked, wondering uneasily: if it were really this simple, what had I been thinking before?

The Chen family was also extremely surprised, and Fang Yu of the Prince Party, full of hope, searched for Chen Yi with both worry and confusion.

Two more days passed, and only after Fu Polin had smoothly obtained a total of two hundred tons of gold and nearly a hundred tons of platinum did Chen Yi appear as if popping out of a rock crevice, showing up in everyone's sight again.

Chen Ye found him immediately, and before he could speak, he furrowed his brow and asked: "Where on earth did you run off to? The old man has been looking for you for days."

Chen Yi smiled with an expressionless face and said: "If it's about the gold bonds, I have it under control."

"You're joking, your gold is almost all cleaned out by others." Chen Ye angrily threw down his suit and said: "You made such a big scene—are you going to let it end anticlimactically? Do you know how many resources Grandfather used?"

"It's fine, no rush." Chen Yi tied his tie in front of the mirror.

Chen Ye was puzzled and hesitantly asked: "You... really aren't in a rush?"

"Not in a rush. I got another two hundred tons of gold, enough for them to exchange for a while. It'll only be interesting after they're done."

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