Chapter 530: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 530: Allies

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Mo family had always been a peripheral ally of the Chen family—meaning they got along well and looked out for each other, but they still lacked the rapport for back-to-back, wholehearted cooperation.

For the Chen family's traditional allies and Chen Clan disciples, Chen Yi didn't need to run around personally; Old Master Chen Zhongguo handled them properly. Instead, for a force worth winning over like the Mo family, Chen Yi stepping in was just right—it wouldn't lose face, nor would it be seen as slighting them.

Mo Shaoqiu drove up the mountain and directly introduced his own old master; the trip went smoothly enough.

However, the old man was nearly ninety, his body was failing, and he squinted with his eyes half-closed, humming and hawing, as if basking in the sun or listening. Chen Yi didn't dare slight him, and while basking in the sun, he talked for as long as he could. Old Master Mo didn't understand, but there were several juniors beside him.

After a long chat, Chen Yi was also tired. Looking at the few people there, he smiled and said: "How about it?"

Old Master Mo came to himself like one just awakened from a dream, first giving a classic reply: "How about what?"

Not to mention others, Mo Shaoqiu was the first to be amused.

His old man had used this trick to fool who knows how many heroes and champions.

Squinting to pretend to sleep, squinting to truly sleep, squinting to half-sleep—hearing only what he wanted to hear, saying only what he heard; talking with him naturally went smoothly without fail.

Various powers in Chinese history often manifested some hidden characteristics. Those who understood how to grasp these hidden characteristics were like the house in gambling, often able to stand in an invincible position.

Like Old Master Mo's clever trick: when faced with a difficult problem, he would pretend not to be fully awake; under normal circumstances, truly no one could do anything about it.

Chen Yi also found it funny. He knew they understood, so he just repeated: "What I just said, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Old Master Mo did it again.

Chen Yi laughed helplessly and decisively teased: "Old Master Mo, if this posture and volume of yours were placed on a young maiden, it could be called pure."

Mo Shaoqiu, who was foolishly laughing, almost rolled his eyeballs onto the ground.

Several Mo family members beside him also stood up—they felt they should stand up, but once standing, what should they say?

Shout a couple of times? Chase them out the door?

It didn't seem necessary.

Still, Old Master Mo had experience; he coughed and laughed, huffing and puffing: "Impertinent. When did the Chen family produce a little monkey like you, and a young maiden at that... so tell me, what would someone like me, an old pile of firewood bones, be counted as..."

Chen Yi pondered for a moment, looked seriously at the old man on the lounge chair, and replied: "Barely counts as acting cute."

Mo Shaoqiu, the one who brought the people, wanted to laugh but didn't dare, with lowered brows and downcast eyes, feeling the future was dim as light, life as dark as a modern poet.

Old Master Mo didn't know if he understood or not; he only saw Chen Yi handling things with ease, and besides his strength, he was indeed full of confidence, so he said: "Forget it, forget it. In recent years, I haven't seen anyone as bold as you. Shan'er, you go keep him company; help me inside."

Mo Shao's eyes lit up—"Shan'er" was his eldest uncle, the current head of the Mo family. The old man saying this meant this trip's goal was almost accomplished.

He obediently sent the old man back to his room, leaving Chen Yi with a group of second-generation heirs.

After waking from a nap, Mo Shaoqiu strolled around the estate, instructed the subordinates to re-check the equipment at the swimming pool, basketball court, and guest rooms, then went to find Chen Yi and invited: "You've come all this way; just stay at home tonight. The beds and such are all prepared."

Chen Yi was about to refuse, but saw Mo Shaoqiu blinking incessantly, and the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.

Finding an excuse, he came out of the courtyard; Mo Shaoqiu looked around with thief-like eyes, then muttered with a low chuckle: "The Orange G Group is holding a concert in Xijing; you don't know, do you?"

"Oh?"

"Shall I arrange something for you?" Mo Shaoqiu looked at Chen Yi's expression, which was actually steady to a ridiculous degree, and cursed inwardly: Are all those who enter politics like this, with faces as still as water and mouths sweet but bellies black? He didn't know whether Chen Yi counted as one who entered politics.

Thinking of the three girls of the Orange G Group, Chen Yi was a bit tempted, but then shook his head and said: "I can't not go to Eldest Uncle's place; Old Master might also want to give me earnest instructions. Please bid farewell to Uncle Shan for me."

After speaking, he left directly.

"Ai, sigh..." Mo Shaoqiu sighed, and all his temper was gone.

Returning to his eldest uncle's residence, it was also brightly lit.

Chen Clan officials came and went like a stream at the study, while in front of another small building stood a large number of black-suited bodyguards with hands clasped, as well as several luxury sedans.

The former mostly met with Chen Guoliang; the latter mostly met with Chen Zhongguo.

There were also Old Man Zheng, Old Man Zhang, and others helping on both sides, showing the strength of the Chen Clan.

Politics always needs cliques and factions; the difference is that leaving a clique is a betrayal, while leaving a faction is a choice.

A faction as huge and powerful as the Chen Clan—Xijing could produce at least three or five. But a faction with the cohesion of the Chen Clan at this moment was absolutely unique.

"Young Master Chen?" A man who recognized Chen Yi walked up.

"Where is Li Changning?"

"He's checking in the backyard."

"You've worked hard."

"What Young Master Chen says." The man grinned.

Li Changning hurriedly ran from the backyard, a "Lord" stuck in his throat, but still shouted: "Hall Master."

The once chubby-cheeked little fatty Li Changning, after tempering in the West Continent, had a sturdy build like an elephant doing push-ups every day, wider than Chen Yi by more than two circles.

"Familiar with the place?" Chen Yi had brought back quite a few people from the West Continent, all students with extremely high trust; once something happened, they could handle wilderness skirmishes and urban street fighting. These were soldiers who had created mountains of corpses and seas of blood under extreme conditions; Level 7 and 8 body techniques were everywhere, their physical conditions could be called perfect, and their actual combat experience was plentiful.

Li Changning knew the matter was important; his lips twitched, and he told the truth: "We've only checked part of the backyard; the main building and the front district are inconvenient."

The man guarding the door grinned and said half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Young Master Chen, with us watching, aren't you reassured?"

These were elites drawn from Xijing's best field army; but no matter how high the level, it was a level trained in peacetime; whether they could fight in a real war was uncertain.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, then insisted: "Open everything to them."

Obvious distrust—the other side would be strange if they were happy.

But he still gave Li Changning an access pass in person.

Chen Yi marched straight in.

Li Changning "hehe" laughed and went inside, thinking: Training without fighting, no matter how much, is like a tofu-block quilt—all for show.

Downstairs has its competition downstairs; inside the hall there is also competition inside the hall.

Chen Guoliang's side was quiet instead, with rows of officials entering, listening to the teachings, and then leaving, mainly serving to stabilize people's hearts.

Inside the suite where his grandfather Chen Zhongguo was, it was filled with disputes; the older generation's way of expressing politics was often quite primitive. Even though the war had ended, they still liked to talk in military ways.

When Chen Yi entered, it was just as Old Zhang was roaring: "My family's bear cub stupidly signed the contract, and now the channel capacity isn't enough; what does adding a little matter? Why not just cancel the contract?"

"Go find my family's bear cub yourself, I don't care about this," Chen Zhongguo also roared: "If you want to bring up the Cao Family matter now, go find Chen Yi for the West Continent."

"Isn't this precisely what was said?" The Zhang Family elder shouted with great dissatisfaction: "You want to bring the Liu Family and Huo Family in, so should part of the West Continent's channel be given to them? If so, shouldn't we all get more first?"

"The Liu Family and Huo Family won't enter the West Continent now; the earliest would be several months later."

"You just love saying these empty things; catching the Cao Family is a big scene, with not a single good thing, it doesn't make up for the losses."

"Old Zhang, you bastard!" Chen Zhongguo pointed in his direction, fiddling with his finger, and called out: "Chen Yi is here? Come over and explain to your Uncle Zhang."

Chen Yi obediently said "oh," and without any preamble said: "Old Zhang wants channel capacity; actually it's simple, I can promise that out of the first 5000 tons of new channel capacity, 1500 tons will be set aside."

"Channel capacity increased?"

"We are training students, more potions and scrolls, ordered large transport vehicles and new gantry cranes, tower cranes, and other equipment." Chen Yi didn't mention the new Combat Knights; the West River Water Fortress's strength increasing meant their value in the eyes of the Temple increased.

After Chen Yi finished speaking, he continued with a stern face: "If Old Zhang agrees, for this Cao Family matter, you will take the lead."

Old Zhang was 70 years old, his beard was gray and white, he moved like a cat, and pondered: "Take the lead……"

"At most sacrifice one or two deputy minister-level officials, maybe."

1500 tons of throughput just made up for the losses caused by Zhang Pei, and also allowed all families to return to the same starting line.

After a moment of silence, Old Zhang slowly nodded and said: "I'll let Old Third come forward; if he can't do it, then go to the West Continent; contracts like Zhang Pei's can't be signed anymore."

Everyone listening laughed.

Regarding the importance of authority, the heads of all families understood, so Old Zhang found it hard to demand Chen Yi abolish the valid contract recognized by the Rhombus Conference Hall; they could only count it as a loss.

"Isn't it about time?" Old Zheng looked at his watch.

"I'll make the call, to Old Third," Old Zhang tapped the table, and his youngest son hurriedly took out a mobile phone.

The whole plan used the gold theft case as a breakthrough. The substantive first step was to arrest people: arrest Liu Family people, arrest Cao Family people, arrest people on the official side, arrest people on the underworld side; some were to find witnesses, some to find evidence, and inevitably there were those to preside over interrogations.

All of this could not be done at once because it was too huge; even the Chen Clan plus several families did not have the ability to do this.

On the other hand, a complete chain of evidence was protection for oneself. Drawing unknown conclusions from known things, and then arresting people, was the correct way.

Needless to say, whichever part acted first would receive the greatest counterattack, and losses now and in the future would be greater. The Zhang Family was going to act anyway; being able to gain the benefit of 1500 tons per month, they could bear greater losses.

"We old men just need to guard here; you go." Chen Zhongguo changed the subject and added: "Han Jie seems to be in Xijing; go see her when you have nothing else to do."

Chen Yi rolled his eyelids; this was clearly asking him to be a lobbyist, possibly even using himself as a gift……

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