Chapter 536

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Political profit-sharing is the power source of political struggle; although its reputation doesn't sound good, political profit-sharing is essentially a manifestation of progress, relative to nepotism.

The difference between the two lies in that political profit-sharing is a reward given to those who participate in political struggle, while nepotism stems solely from blood relations — no matter how you look at it, employing aides with achievements is more advanced than employing one's own nephews.

However, even though the Chen Clan openly displayed a profit-sharing posture, Li Renchao's naked request for an official post still exceeded everyone's expectations, let alone the management targets he proposed.

How important a position is managing the Channel, how could he take it away so lightly? A peer couldn't bear it any longer and shouted out: "Ten thousand necessity assessments per year? Are we supposed to do anything else then?"

If not now, when? The younger generation came to this gathering originally with not much business left for them, nothing more than to see the world, leave an impression, then go back happy for three to five days.

Li Renchao was clearly the designated target for criticism; shouting early also displayed political awareness.

The slightly slower-to-realize young people also seized the opportunity to speak.

What a great chance to show face.

Someone chimed in: "Right, what efficiency improvement, isn't it just wanting to grab power?"

The one standing opposite Li Renchao decisively said: "So as long as we don't pass heavy industrial equipment and only select easy-to-transport materials, efficiency improves? I can do that too."

Critical voices rose and fell in succession, and moreover they were all apt and targeted.

The younger generation from various families, having barely snatched the chance to speak, naturally wouldn't waste it. Under the elders' gazes, each spoke composedly, in orderly fashion. Basically each person said one sentence and stopped.

Chinese people pay attention to hitting the topic; those who hit the topic can earn the elders' praise.

For a moment Li Renchao became a trained straw puppet, swaying amid flying spittle.

Suddenly.

Amid the eye of the storm, Chen Yi said in a flat and deep voice: "If you can truly raise Channel throughput efficiency by 100%, I'll let you have this Channel Efficiency Officer post."

Amid the clamor of a group of young people, Chen Yi's voice seemed deliberately made to be ignored.

But the others' shouts came to an abrupt halt!

Chen Yi didn't care whether others spoke or not, volume high or low; he just sat on the sofa, as if instructing Li Renchao: "Channel Efficiency Officer, let's call it Simultaneously Guan. From now on responsible for managing the sequence of all materials passing through the Channel; those people and equipment in the warehouses, also all handed over to you. Three-month probation, how about it?"

Li Renchao shuddered, the whole person in a trance.

The events before his eyes happened too fast; the first half was worse than the worst scenario he had imagined, the second half more wonderful than the most wonderful scenario he had imagined.

Happiness came too fast.

A man who had searched aimlessly without knowing life's meaning suddenly gained the heroic spirit of "a scholar dies for his confidant."

He responded loudly: "Mr. Chen please rest assured; if I cannot satisfy you, I am willing to be disposed of at will."

"Willingness to shoulder responsibility is itself a good quality." Chen Yi completely ignored everyone, still addressing only Li Renchao: "Just do what you ought to do."

Li Renchao's eyes moistened, he nodded vigorously.

Chen Yi always faced away from the crowd in the living room, not looking at any person's expression, not listening to any person's words.

Actually, the Zhu Lou first floor now was silent like a graveyard.

Chen Ye looked at Chen Yi with admiration.

Not only admiring his courage, but also admiring his method of cutting into the power core.

At this moment, no matter which person the teachers clustered around, they all understood at least one point: the West Continent's Channel is controlled by Chen Yi, the West Continent is controlled by Chen Yi.

Although political profit-sharing contained the West Continent's interests, to operate it well and truly turn these interests into a portion of feedback resources, into the cornerstone of clan development, no one could ignore Chen Yi.

Human power divides into two types.

One is the power to give others benefits.

One is the power to give others harm.

Merchants' power often comes from the first type, street thugs' power often comes from the second type. Politicians' power comes from both.

So merchants ought to be respected, thugs ought to be despised, while politicians evaluate others.

For Chen Yi to evaluate others, he must not only display the first type of power, but also display the second type of power.

Saying it directly is a very uninteresting thing, and the other party's heart finds it extremely hard to accept. But expressing his control over the Channel through a guy who invites jealous hatred is extremely appropriate.

Chen Ye thought deeper: Chen Yi's move might also carry the meaning of "a thousand gold to buy a horse's bones."

After today, who knows how many people will curry favor with him.

Not only the younger generation clustered around him, there will certainly also be disgruntled Chen Clan Disciples willing to find another Sect Master — this doesn't count as usurping authority, only consolidating power.

Just like an ancient Crown Prince.

Without old retainers from his time as a prince, how to control the overall situation after ascending the throne.

Zhang Pei glanced sideways at Chen Family's Old Master Chen Zhongguo, still with a composed and calm appearance, and couldn't help thinking: these two definitely have a tacit understanding.

As for the old-school people, no need to look, one knows there's something fishy. Think carefully further: the West Continent and Earth are truly separated in two places; letting one person control two regions is obviously very difficult. Chen Zhongguo and Chen Yi, grandfather and grandson, having tacit trust is not strange.

Xi Rong coughed lightly, breaking the small-scale silence, and smiled: "May I ask Mr. Chen, can our Xi Family participate in the West Continent?"

"After you became independent, you still pulled people out?"

"Some clan members still believe in us."

"Mm, you participate in the next inspection team; as for Channel tonnage, we'll talk later."

Zhang Pei lowered his head; Chen Yi sent out the signal of expanding Channel tonnage and reducing tonnage release. This made his lost tonnage even more conspicuous.

Xi Rong said "Good" with regret, then smiled again: "What can I provide?"

Chen Yi smiled without speaking.

Xi Rong didn't give up, continued: "Although I haven't been to the West Continent, you always need a Navy, right? Our Xi Family doesn't know anything else; we've soaked in the sea all our lives."

If there's a chance to speak alone, he might find another opportunity.

However, the Xi Family isn't the only one who understands the Navy; if he doesn't seize this opportunity, he worries he'll fall behind others.

Chen Yi thought for a moment, then said: "After the inspection tour, you can submit a project proposal."

Xi Rong gave a bitter smile and agreed.

The dignified Xi Family, facing a young man of the Chen Family, only has the qualification to submit a proposal.

The strange emotion vanished in a flash; Xi Rong raised his cup and laughed loudly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for giving us this opportunity. On behalf of the New Xi Family, I offer my thanks."

The people beside him drank the wine in a daze, not understanding what had gotten into him.

"Right, thank you, Mr. Chen." Lady Tong, clear-headed, came around from the front.

They're all people who have to make their way on the West Continent now; if not thanking Chen Yi, then who else would they thank?

The banquet quickly lost order; the gentlemen, bellies full of champagne, red wine, and baijiu, wandered and laughed inside the old residence like mice that had just exterminated the cat.

The revelry lasted until 22:00, but the clamorous atmosphere slowly faded away.

One black official car after another took the masters away; aside from Chen Zhongguo and the other Chen Clan core members, not everyone in the old residence has the qualification to go to the West Continent.

Now, those who've heard of the West Continent are like the Spanish and Portuguese who heard of the New World — in a half-believing, half-doubting stage. But if you give them a safe chance to get rich, no one will refuse.

Chen Yi arrived at the Jiangbei Warehouse with almost no preparation; after several hours checking equipment and personnel, he set off immediately.

Having just gone through factional struggle, with blood not yet cold, the gentlemen excitedly entered a state of conversation.

Then... West Continent arrival.

"10 seconds? Arrived in 10 seconds?" Some gentlemen coming for the first time were very uncomprehending.

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Time isn't controlled by us. Alright, everyone head outside now."

Li Renchao was the first to step out of the Light Gate.

Sunlight, blindingly dazzling.

Around Yun Village, everywhere are bustling crowds. Roaring trains and automobiles on the simple highway make heads ache with noise.

If Li Renchao absolutely had to describe it, what floated up in his mind was the scene of his hometown's township.

Lively, dirty and chaotic but thriving.

Xi Rong also walked out of the channel.

His gaze roamed over the various heavy equipment.

Perhaps a habit formed over many years made him like those steel behemoths. Warships of several thousand tons, cargo ships of tens of thousands of tons, machine tools occupying thousands of square meters...

Just like the Earth scene at the other end of the channel, Yun Village's modern equipment is indeed not little, but the foundation being what it is, a trace of strain can still be seen.

Take that whole set of industrial distillation equipment — at the Jiangbei Warehouse area it was stuffed in by a gantry crane working with a heavy crane; just thinking about it tells you the time spent. And at this end... Xi Rong disparagingly glanced at the 50-ton crane; relying on it alone, who knows how many times more trouble it would take.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a guy in armour drill under the distillation equipment.

Xi Rong's eyelid twitched, afraid the equipment in the wooden crate would come crashing down.

The wooden crate cooperatively shuddered twice.

Another two shudders.

Xi Rong coughed once, about to shout, when the wooden crate flew up.

Yes, flew up, like a pigeon fattened on plaza food.

The installed industrial distillation equipment, shaped extremely strangely, had trembled unsteadily when pushed out of the channel, an extremely unsafe appearance; now flying in midair, it was even more dangerous.

Xi Rong didn't care who was beside him; he randomly punched him and said absent-mindedly: "Look at that thing."

"Oh, a Divine Art Knight is loading and unloading stuff." The one punched was an amiable-looking official who had already been to the West Continent once.

Xi Rong rubbed his ear and asked again: "What Knight?"

"Divine Art Knight, local natives, extremely powerful, you watch..." The amiable official pointed ahead: "Look at that Divine Art Knight moving goods — his arm extends out long, then slowly retracts; see? The crate is decelerating; by the time it's in his hand, the speed is almost zero."

"Such a powerful person, why would they be unloading cargo at the wharf, too stupid?" It's not strange for Xi Rong to have this thought; some strong animals are indeed stupid and clumsy, because evolution doesn't need their cleverness.

The amiable official was startled and hurriedly said: "Don't let them hear that; these Divine Art Knights only listen to Chen Yi."

Xi Rong stroked his beard and fell into thought.

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