Chapter 534: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 534 Celebration

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Morning dew sprinkled across the flower bed.

Han Jie had risen extremely early, wearing a trench coat and humming a song, preparing to cook a delicious breakfast herself. Passing by the balcony, she was surprised to find Chen Yi sitting on the windowsill.

The latter was pricking his ears to listen to sounds from afar.

If she were a silly girl, she would probably go up and ask "What's wrong" or some such words of comfort. But Han Jie knew "What's wrong" — it was nothing more than the reason why so many rich ladies were staying at the Four Seasons Hotel.

So Han Jie went around the transparent glass window and quietly prepared the dishes in the kitchen until the other girls got up one by one and gathered in the living room.

"Dinner is served." Han Jie waved a spatula and shouted loudly: "This isn't room service, everyone must finish eating."

Then she gave each person a fried egg, plus hot milk and bread.

Min Hui deliberately made trouble, saying with a frowning face: "I want to eat fried dough sticks and soy milk..."

Her voice was drawn out coquettishly, and her eyes kept looking at Chen Yi.

If it weren't for knowing her character, this would be standard seduction.

Han Jie left Chen Yi a single-sided fried egg and a double-sided fried egg, and placed a beautiful slice of tomato beside it, more pleasing to the eye than what was in front of the other girls.

Min Hui immediately howled in dissatisfaction.

Chen Yi smiled hehe, and in two or three bites swallowed a fried egg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Min Hui was indignant and shouted fearlessly and unrestrainedly: "Hey, yesterday I let you stay for a day, what plans do you have today? Is it because you see so many sisters that you're reluctant to leave?"

A rich lady is a restrained hamster, but a group of rich ladies is like hamsters driven by an old cat. Noisy as if stepping on little cars.

Chen Yi smiled calmly, grabbed another fried egg and swallowed it, saying: "Your fathers are coming to pick you up, so hurry up and change your clothes."

"How do you know?" Min Hui immediately pricked up her eyes. Although she felt stifled in the hotel, after all, a group of people staying in one big suite was so much fun. If they went home, how dull it would be.

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "I also know that in 30 seconds, someone will come to knock on the door."

"Who?"

"Your big brother."

Min Hui wailed and smiled slyly: "My big brother isn't in Jiangning at all."

"Wanna bet?"

"Bet on what?" The girls were all energized.

"The loser pours juice, and from now on, greets respectfully when meeting. There are still 10 seconds."

All the girls were excited and shouted loudly: "Bet! Bet! Bet!"

Min Hui, as the big sister, couldn't drop the chain at this time, and stood up proudly saying: "I bet!"

Chen Yi stretched out three fingers and put them down one by one: "Three, two, one."

"Bang bang!"

The knocking sound indeed rang out.

The room was silent.

Everyone looked worriedly at Min Hui.

The latter glared fiercely at Chen Yi, her voice a little lower, saying: "It can't be my big brother."

Chen Yi laughed. This girl, she really had no political head, a pity she was born in a political family. Actually, if they really persisted with the one-child policy, having two or three girls like this would make the family about even.

The suite door was locked with three locks, and opening it made six or seven sounds. With each sound, Min Hui stretched her neck a bit more, and when the door opened, her head was almost falling off her neck.

The one who came in was indeed Min Yao, with a large swept-back hairstyle and a dark blue double-breasted suit, exactly the appearance of an ordinary man in his thirties who was an official.

"Big brother!" Min Hui's mouth was pouty enough to hang a bottle of juice.

"Min Hui, did you have fun playing in the hotel?" Min Yao had a slight Xijing accent, which sounded quite pleasant.

Apparently remembering the bet, Min Hui hummed heavily and turned her head to ignore him.

Chen Yi walked over at this time.

Min Yao smiled embarrassedly: "Forgot the important matter, Mr. Chen, we have prepared the car."

"Did it go smoothly?"

"Everything went smoothly." Min Yao's eyes showed spirit; the story of one day and one night was enough for him to benefit from for a lifetime.

Just like a high-budget political blockbuster with many actors, shown in very few cinemas, only a few who could watch it could appreciate its grandeur and splendor.

Chen Yi originally had no opportunity to see it — this was a kind of protection for him.

What Min Yao saw was enough for him to show off for the first half of his life. If his official career didn't go smoothly, it was enough for him to show off for his whole life.

After saying a couple more words, Min Yao shouted: "Min Hui, we're going back."

"No need to stay at the hotel?" The girls beside started asking.

"No need. Everyone can go back."

"Really!" Someone immediately jumped up.

Min Hui, who originally liked excitement the most, covered her head and hesitated in the kitchen for half a day, finally bringing a cup of juice to Chen Yi, which surprised Min Yao greatly.

Who knows how many wonderful associations there might be.

"Going back." Min Hui angrily pulled her big brother, pinching hard with her hand.

The teams coming to pick up people from each family came one after another, and soon the girls were taken away. Chen Yi saw Han Jie was still there, and decisively said: "I'll send you back."

"The situation is unclear, won't it be bad?" Han Jie was worried instead.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "What could be bad about it."

He took the initiative to step forward and lead her downstairs.

Han Jie smiled gently and followed obediently.

Arriving at the Han Family, Han Zheng was startled for a moment, then pretended nothing had happened and laughed, "Just preparing to send someone to fetch my daughter..."

Thanks were thanks, yet there was no intention of inviting them inside.

Han Jie stuck out her tongue behind his back, gestured to make a phone call, then turned and ran back to her room.

For a family like hers, regardless of how her father considered it, doing the opposite to his face or bypassing him to invite Chen Yi were both extremely inappropriate actions. For the relationship between both sides, it was destructive rather than constructive.

Chen Yi smiled understandingly.

Han Zheng was puzzled for a moment, then instantly understood he was greeting his daughter behind him, and couldn't help but seethe inwardly, "It's inconvenient to receive guests today, I'll have someone send you off. Shang Jie!"

Shang Jie was his son; although he was of comparable age to Chen Yi, their statuses were completely different.

At a time like this, he couldn't quibble over too much; Chen Yi took his leave and departed, his heart burning hot. Although no one had described to him what happened last night and this morning, reading between the lines from others' movements was a basic skill.

The Han Family maintaining neutrality amidst the changes meant they had made no contribution. If the Chen Family only won a small victory it would be fine, but if it was a major victory — the Han Family, which had once maintained a leading position in power, would instead face some restrictions and weakening.

From a family's perspective, weakening is just weakening, but when it comes to specific family members, whoever gets unlucky faces more than simple weakening. They might thoroughly lose their positions and cushy posts.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi suddenly laughed, "Shang Jie, is your old man about to be transferred out?"

Shang Jie, who was observing Chen Yi, trembled and said, "How do you know?"

The words were already out; he hurriedly covered his mouth, then quickly tried to salvage it, "You mustn't tell anyone."

Chen Yi laughed heartily.

Returning to the Lao Zhai, the inside was bustling with joy.

A face piled with smiles is common on political figures; a face full of genuine laughter rarely appears.

However, just on the road from the outer compound to the Zhu Lou, Chen Yi saw countless officials and politicians holding wine glasses and laughing loudly.

Grandpa Chen Zhongguo disliked Western-style cold buffets, like most Chinese old-school figures. But seeing everyone holding wine glasses now, it was probably because there was too little time, too many people, and preparations couldn't keep up.

Twisting and turning, he finally found his eldest uncle Chen Guoliang.

The latter hurriedly waved, pulling Chen Yi over.

"Heard about it?"

"Heard what?" Chen Yi smiled.

Chen Guoliang was reserved for a moment, but Chen Ye was very willing to repeat it again: "Cao Qin Cheng retires, Cao Xi Huang retires. The Liu Family's eldest and second sons are transferred out. He Fuhan is transferred to the Central, entering the Party History Research Institute."

The He Family is a minor local clan; what they relied on was precisely He Fuhan's unlimited prospects. Once he enters the Party History Research Institute, just one term's time and he'll become mediocre and inactive.

The Cao Family is the focus of this storm; under completely unexpected circumstances, the family's two bigwigs were forced to step down... Chen Yi glanced at the old master; if pursuing stability, making Cao Qin Cheng retire or even just Cao Xi Huang retire alone would already count as mission accomplished.

Such aggressive, pressing tactics — Chen Zhongguo had seen them in his youth. Pushing further back, they probably hadn't appeared for over ten years. "Leave a way out" is what old people often say; it's not just for themselves, but leaving a way out for their descendants. Chen Zhongguo's body has now recovered, making him nearly like a young man in his prime; under his ruthless decisiveness, the Cao Family is thoroughly finished. The fertile fields they vacated will naturally be enriched by various families. Thus, even if years later they recuperate and attempt a comeback, they will face a situation many times worse than now.

The greater possibility is that they will never appear again.

Chen Yi didn't speak, but his expression and actions leaked his inner emotions.

Chen Ye wanted to slap him, but the blow landed on his own thigh instead; he laughed, "You're getting old, too many scruples. Go find the old master."

Chen Yi laughed heartily, turned, and went to find the old master.

The joyful gathering lasted almost a day and a night, until the young people couldn't endure any longer, only then slowly dispersing.

At this time, Chen Guoliang had slept his fill and reappeared to take charge of the atmosphere in the compound. Some officials of comparable age occupied the warm, sunny side, sitting or perching around the sofa, listening to him recount policy observations.

To a certain extent, what Chen Guoliang spoke of was precisely the Chen Clan's upcoming policy platform.

"Why aren't you going?" Chen Ye found Chen Yi, who had just woken up, his face still excited.

"I don't understand these things." Chen Yi's honest answer stunned his paternal cousin.

Chen Ye only then realized: Chen Yi was even younger than himself, so where would he have had the opportunity to contact such a broad political landscape? Being able to remember the names of those present was already good; he had not the slightest understanding of their political leanings and interest demands, so how could he participate in the meeting with ease?

Better to hide one's clumsiness than show one's ugliness. Easy to say, hard to do.

In the following time, no matter which aspect's officials came, even seeking him out at the door, Chen Yi declined all reception. Instead, when Zhang Family, Zheng Family and other clan members came, the third-generation juniors took the chance to mix into the team wanting to show off.

Because of Chen Yi, Chen Ye quietly hid in the back and didn't participate. Viewed from an outsider's angle at this time, those talking big instead seemed suspicious.

However, a "gathering of all worthies" situation is ultimately rare; Chen Ye couldn't help but say, "Actually, you go up and talk about some economic things; everyone would definitely be happy to listen."

Chen Yi held his cup, eyes closed, nurturing his spirit; hearing his words, he laughed and said, "We have the West Continent; in economic matters we have the final say. Of course they're happy to listen; even if they don't want to, they have to."

Chen Ye was dumbfounded.

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