Chapter 519: Only My Unique Method Chapter 519 Internal Distribution (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The surface meaning of "being admitted into the sect" is accepting someone as a disciple; Fu Polin naturally does not seek Chen Yi's instruction, merely lowering himself a generation relative to him. To a certain extent, it differs little from acknowledging an "adoptive father."

China's officialdom has always been shameless; people scurry to present calling cards, perform grand obeisances, send daughters, wives, and sisters — all for the sake of obtaining others' wives, others' daughters, others' sisters...

Fu Polin knelt on both knees in an ugly posture, finally knowing to hide himself in a secret chamber. Though shameful, it was shame only before Chen Yi alone; instead, he redeemed himself through meritorious service — achieving success and withdrawing with honor is what makes insiders all the more ashamed.

His thoughts were easy to guess, yet seeing them acted out still made Chen Yi exclaim in admiration; the flexibility of officialdom figures to bend and stretch is indeed above that of ordinary people.

"Get up and speak," Chen Yi said.

"If Master Chen can forgive Polin, I will be endlessly grateful..."

"However you addressed me before, that is still how you address me now." Chen Yi raised his hand again.

A man in his forties or fifties, he dared to kneel, but Chen Yi felt awkward instead.

Fu Polin did not shamelessly remain on the ground; he stood up shakily, stood beside the table, his facial muscles twitching as he smiled: "Mr... Chen, Young Master Chen."

Seeing Chen Yi expressionless, Fu Polin breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "The other day I was uneasy about the decisions of the Cao and Liu families. They harbor unrepentant thieving hearts, entirely wanting to strangle Mr. Chen's gold currency. In my view, gold-standard currency is the only currency with a conscience; Mr. Chen works for the country and the people, worthy of us bankers striving to learn from him; honoring Mr. Chen as master, I am utterly sincere."

Clearly knowing he was lying, it still sounded very pleasing to the ear.

Chen Yi's complexion eased slightly; he spoke first: "Gold bonds are bonds, not currency."

On any occasion, he would never acknowledge privately minted currency. Appearances and personal acknowledgment are two different matters; even if everyone believes gold bonds are currency, legally it cannot be proven. The same principle: even if everyone feels central enterprises monopolize, state-owned enterprises embezzle, officials are corrupt, without evidence there can be no conviction.

Fu Polin said weakly: "Yes, yes, they are bonds."

"Then tell me the content of your meeting."

Fu Polin thought to himself: You truly are impolite, opening your mouth and demanding a pledge of loyalty.

Having already knelt, he had no psychological shadow left; he organized his words slightly and said: "This time it was mainly the Liu and Cao families, pulling the Xi family into the partnership. They want me to watch over your gold, awaiting further plans. Additionally, the Liu family's representative is Liu Chen; there seems to be some secret agreement."

Chen Yi mused silently: The Liu family is not the vanguard actively targeting the Chen family; their open confrontation is likely because the old master's side is pressing hard.

He smiled and said: "What is the specific plan?"

"Do you know Xi Tan? Hailed as the 'Blue Eagle,' one of China's youngest generals." Fu Polin paused, whetting the appetite: "He is being transferred into the East Sea Fleet."

"What post?" Personnel transfers are a universally effective political elixir. The fleet being so prominent, Naval Headquarters sending someone down is also normal.

Fu Polin answered: "Chief of Staff or commander of the surface fleet. He will additionally bring a special operations team, marines and such, deployed within Jiangning City."

"And then?"

"They didn't say, however..." Fu Polin's expression was a bit strange: "I have a guess."

"Hmm?"

"They want to steal the gold out of Jiangning Bank."

Chen Yi froze for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed. No wonder Fu Polin surrendered so willingly; if this affair came to light, that would be a lifetime of bearing guilt without merit, possibly even entering prison.

"The executors are Xi Tan's special operations team?"

"Probably. The leader is a youth, looks about eighteen or nineteen, but able to attend the meeting, the Liu family people also respect him quite a bit." Fu Polin wasn't even qualified to attend the meeting, only waiting outside for news, so his memory of those who could attend is deep.

Chen Yi nodded and said: "The gold is in the bank vault; they probably want you to cooperate from inside and out, right? What is your plan?"

"How would I dare."

"Speak."

Fu Polin trembled, helplessly replying: "They didn't mention stealing the gold, but that leading youth asked many questions about the vault, and had me place two discharged soldiers inside, saying they were old comrades; so, so I guessed they intend to move on the vault."

Being in the same camp, the other side probably assumed Fu Polin had no way out.

Actually it's about the same; defecting to Chen Yi guarantees not going to prison; as for whether he continues as Jiangning Bank President, Fu Polin himself hadn't even thought about it.

"You go back first, pay attention to gathering intelligence. I will have someone come find you; from now on, contact every day."

"Intelligence" made Fu Polin startle sharply; he said fearfully: "I don't really understand; actually, their information doesn't go through me."

"Then you must find a way to make it go through you." Chen Yi stared straight into his eyes and said: "Don't think you can sit back and enjoy the fruits; is switching allegiance that easy?"

Fu Polin cursed inwardly, accepting helplessly.

This time, he truly staked his life and family fortune.

As for Fu Polin returning to the bank, gritting his teeth and turning ruthless — that need not be told; Chen Clan officials all display a posture of charging forward bravely; top-down example-setting is extremely important; the Chen Clan core, holding a winning hand, how could they not bet desperately at this moment.

The Tong family hopes to "assist" in developing the West Continent's natural rubber resources; the Zhang, Zheng, and Xu families each have their own demands regarding the mines; metal smelting and mechanical processing are also focal points of contention for all parties.

Chen Yi imposes no restrictions on any economic projects, merely quietly waiting for each side's return offers. This is where political coordination differs from economic transactions. Political decisions are often broad; for example, "permitting mineral development" is an answer whose value is hard to articulate. Everyone is guessing and analyzing future returns; in the absence of concrete figures, it differs little from a high-stakes gamble.

Amidst the surging tide, some rush to the front, some lag behind, some watch from the sidelines while making trouble.

The last few days of June passed in lamentation and jubilation.

Chen Rongxi advanced to high school; Chen Yi, under circumstances of having practically skipped classes the entire semester, obtained excellent final exam results, so he specially went to the school to thank the teachers and the dean, incidentally changing his mindset.

Compared to the turbulent West Continent and the stifling conference rooms, the campus is always bathed in brilliant sunshine; the filth hidden in corners usually does not poke its head out on its own, faintly displaying a kind of athleticism.

The dean reported Chen Yi's future news upward; the administration building instantly fell into chaotic bustle; brand-new matching sofas and office chairs were immediately taken from the warehouse; walls and floors were freshly renovated; the principal required the administration department "in principle no leave allowed" — aside from not hanging a red banner slogan "Welcome Student Chen Yi's Return to School," the school produced its best level in the shortest time.

3 PM. Chen Yi leisurely drove his Ford pickup to the administration building; in his ears he heard fragmented "He's here, he's here," "Pull yourselves together" mutterings.

He had not yet come to his senses when the principal and a whole retinue of leaders welcomed him out first. The actual person in charge, the counselor, was squeezed to the very back, barely able to show a face.

Sighing, Chen Yi pushed open the car door, greeting "Good day, everyone," and shook hands with the principal using both hands.

"Student Chen Yi." The principal racked his brains for a day, and what he finally uttered was still this term; he gave no one else a chance to shake hands, grabbed Chen Yi's arm and introduced collectively: "These are all our school's teachers, spontaneously come to see the school's outstanding talent, the nation's pillar... um, everything is prepared, let's go from the front, save time. Your exam results this time are not bad; except for a few subjects in the seventies or eighties, the rest are all above 90; in our Jiangning University, that is also an extremely good result..."

The Finance Academy teachers listened embarrassedly.

Chen Yi not attending classes is common knowledge; the principal doesn't ask, so naturally they won't volunteer to say. The result is the former's last-minute cramming produced a bit of dry goods that are still fake.

Chen Yi froze for a moment, did not expose it, so the Principal Tan led him away with flattery all the way. He is also a domestically renowned scholar; entirely for the sake of the Chen Family, could he be so enthusiastic.

The grand welcoming procession went straight to the Principal's office on the First Floor.

Through the spacious, bright floor-to-ceiling glass one could see the beautiful Banyan Tree; push open the door and walk two steps, and there is a pool of Riyue Spring drawn from the River Water.

"Thank you all for showing the way." Chen Yi cupped his hands in a humble apology, and said to the Principal with a smile: "The timing hasn't been right lately, I haven't had much time to come to the School..."

The Principal smiled sincerely: "The student's success is our success; as long as you've found a way to learn and improve, our School will definitely give its full support."

"That's right, our School is just such an actively open, proactive School; classmate Chen Yi has set an excellent example." The Principal hated that he couldn't cut his heart out to show them the part stained with Sudan Red.

Chen Yi naturally wouldn't take it seriously.

Would normal full support include altering grades and doing homework for him? The School was mainly worried he would drop out and leave.

If it were an Overseas school, once a dropout became famous they'd still make a name and take the money. But in China, the School is the iron camp, the Principal is the flowing soldiers.

He couldn't wait for Chen Yi to bring glory back to the School before he'd be transferred away; how could that work?

Keeping Chen Yi to continue attending school is, of course, the best outcome. Even if he personally doesn't really attend classes, it's the same.

After a few more sentences, Chen Yi prepared to take his leave; the Principal added: "Classmate Chen Yi, the School is preparing to hold a series of celebrity lectures recently, and wants to invite you to participate as well..."

"I definitely can't."

"Jinsheng and Jin Yuan International Group are cases studied by our Finance Department teachers; you being able to create two such companies is enough qualification to lecture."

Chen Yi still waved his hand, and asked: "You said there's a series of celebrity lectures; who are the rest?"

"Secretary Li of the Anhui Provincial Party Committee, a red High Official of our Southeast Province, Minister Ma of the Ministry of Transport..." The Principal rattled off seven or eight names in one breath.

Interestingly, these people were all Chen Clan insiders.

"You didn't use my name, did you?" Chen Yi asked rather puzzled.

"How could we." The Principal insisted firmly, and observing his expression said: "Meet them? They've all come from afar."

Chen Yi was thirty percent sure these people were staying at Jiangning University because of him; thinking it over, he nodded: "Alright, let's meet."

As a result, before he could show his face, the Chen Clan crowd who heard the news first packed Jingquan's Hall full.

He had just gotten out of the car when Minister Ma of the Transport Ministry grabbed him and whispered: "Is the meet-and-greet being held right here? What's being assessed?"

"Assessment?" Chen Yi was confused.

The Principal came running over cheerfully, grabbing Minister Ma's arm and laughing: "It's a meeting at Jingquan, everyone don't rush."

He was inwardly surprised, completely unaware he had let people be misled.

This large batch of Chen Clan people coming to Jiangning had all come for the West Continent; with the Principal promoting it inside Jingquan, there was no way to avoid confusion.

"Got it wrong, then let's just go with the mistake." Chen Yi thought; he couldn't very well put a group of five.

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