Chapter 552

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Minister He felt that "leaving a line when dealing with people makes future meetings easier," so he did not show up himself, letting his confidants either resist or comply, having prepared to deceive superiors and conceal from subordinates.

However, the "Construction Management Bureau" that Chen Yi had painstakingly established was not something to be kneaded and deceived at will. He soon used the unlimited "follow-up" method, making the ministry's staff feel a strong sense of oppression.

For any matter related to the "Construction Management Bureau," as long as there was any change, someone would definitely come to follow up. Construction Management Bureau members holding the Minister's signed notes would ask the staff currently working "how is it," "why," and simultaneously record it on file.

Perhaps for others, the workload of asking non-stop every day would be too large, but for Chen Yi, this was completely not a problem. He listed a sub-department within the "Construction Management Bureau," hung the name "Project Progress Division," and then let Deputy Director Wang Wei serve concurrently; the nearly one hundred carefully selected Martial Arts Hall students inside could both satisfy everyone's official addiction and play an actual practical role.

These people all used Agility Scrolls and Intelligence Scrolls, drank Energy Recovery Potions, and carried "Minister's Hand Notes" running around everywhere.

Their work was very effective, like a cult.

Actually, constant follow-up is precisely the organizational strategy a successful cult needs.

"Follow-up" itself actually has no meaning, but it can exert control by understanding the progress of things — cult organizations are often not purely violent; they successfully control them through care, protection, follow-up inquiries into organization members' lives and spiritual lives, and make them always advance toward the goals they expect.

Minister He initially did not take it seriously, but when he discovered that Chen Yi could really sign and forge seals at will, and confuse his own orders with Chen Yi's demands, he panicked a bit.

Those low-level staff members see the Minister at most twice a year, so how would they dare defy the Minister's little notes?

Even senior officials, aside from a very few people, also couldn't be bothered to resist Chen Yi.

The "Construction Management Bureau" weakened the Minister's authority; from another angle, that is strengthening the authority of all other Deputy Ministers. Aside from He Shanglin's faction of officials, no one suffered a loss.

Minister He used three days to see the situation clearly, and had to reopen the door to the reception room, laughing "hehe" as he persuaded: "Chen Yi ah, you're going to empty this little temple of mine."

Chen Yi raised his head slightly, replying very formally: "Minister He, since it's come to this step, then let's walk a bit further and see."

"Walk further, and it won't just be me who's embarrassed; Commissioner Sima and the Chen Family will also be embarrassed."

Chen Yi smiled and let it pass, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Minister He understood his meaning and made a decision without surprise.

That afternoon, he made an appointment to see Commissioner Sima, and handed over the ten-odd little notes or photocopies of little notes he had collected.

However, things did not proceed as he had envisioned.

Even professionals could not distinguish Minister He's handwriting from the handwriting on the notes, and the "Construction Management Bureau" was not so easy to cancel.

Chen Family power is in a flourishing stage; Commissioner Sima has no intention of provoking a major battle.

The result of the compromise was normally embarrassing.

Minister He resigned and was transferred; Chen Yi and his "Construction Management Bureau" surprisingly survived, only the Minister was still replaced by a heavyweight from Commissioner Sima's faction. The entire handover process was calm and orderly, including He Shanglin; the existing interest structure did not change in the slightest.

Accurately speaking, it merely slightly restricted Chen Yi, preventing him from using He Shanglin's signature again, and made the "Construction Management Bureau's" business concentrate on matters related to the West Continent.

Everyone therefore thought Chen Yi had merely learned He Shanglin's handwriting. Actually, with a Divine Art Knight's methods, copying and rewriting a signature counts for nothing; it was just unnecessary to cause panic because of it.

If all signatures became unsafe, then this authentication method of signatures would probably face strong doubt, which would inevitably bring a rise in cost.

At this development stage, naturally it's better to have one less thing than one more thing.

The "Construction Management Bureau" continued to develop vigorously, quickly becoming a "toxic tumor" within the ministry. Of course, within the Martial Arts Hall, it is a bright and beautiful narcissus, heralding the students' bright future.

Chen Yi sat garrison in Xijing for over a month, felt the situation was stable, then handed the "Construction Management Bureau" Bureau Chief position to Wang Wei, and appointed an advisor recommended by Fo Lao as Deputy Bureau Chief, and returned to Jiangning.

Needless to say, the "Construction Management Bureau's" pressure and competition will be enormous, but it provides a template and reference, representing Chen Yi's personal handling traces. He does not have the qualification to directly adjust a ministry's personnel, but he has the ability to adjust a ministry's work.

Although it may not gain officials' recognition, the deterrent force is obvious.

All the way home, Fang Manyi gave her son a thorough dressing-down before letting him go out to visit guests. Having been away for so long, aside from a quick round trip to the West Continent in between, he had not appeared in the Martial Arts Hall or West River Association; for many people, it was still slightly unsettling.

After Mao Li and the others paid a joint visit, came liaisons from various families; some purely talked business, some had to praise and flatter a bit before talking business, and some feigned familiarity, rambling on endlessly.

Chen Yi couldn't bear the disturbance, and soon announced "departing for the West Continent the day after tomorrow"; those who got the news instantly spread it frantically, no time for verbose talk.

Not only were companies going to the West Continent busy all night, Xi Tan father and son and Liu Chuanzhong and others also acted through the night.

Early the next morning, after confirming Chen Yi had left, they released news that they would hold a Buddhist Consecration Ceremony at the Jiangning Gymnasium.

Aside from the name being slightly different, this organizational behavior was exactly the same as the ceremony Chen Yi held the first time. Xi Rong, Xi Tan, Liu Chuanzhong and others naturally wanted to obtain similar results through a simulation.

If it were ordinary figures conducting this kind of religious ritual, the Jiangning Municipal Government would definitely have to intervene to "manage" it; if not for Chen Yi, at least to scrape some money first. But Liu Chuanzhong and Xi Tan spent enough silver money, so they just pretended not to see it.

The Buddhist Consecration Ceremony was grandly held three days later.

Xi Tan excitedly looked at the gymnasium full of people, excitedly saying: "There are at least 90,000 people here, and another 200,000 outside; it compares to Chen Yi's time."

"Pay attention to fire prevention, don't cause an incident." Xi Rong ordered with the steadiness of age.

"I'll go talk to the riot police again." Liu Chuanzhong realized his position, pushed the door and went out.

"You've worked hard." Xi Rong smiled at Xi Tan; after the door closed, he then said: "Go prepare. This time, we absolutely cannot fail again."

Doing things under the Chen Family's eyelids costs a lot of money, and wastes even more time. If possible, he truly didn't want to do it again.

Xi Tan walked quickly downstairs, arriving at the ceremony platform in the center of the stadium. The method they thought of was about the same as what Chen Yi thought of that day; the exact center is naturally the best place to concentrate faith.

The space enclosed by velvet and plastic cloth was stiflingly hot like an oven.

Xi Tan stayed there for three full days, his head filled with the monks' noisy chanting, but his heart was anxious and uneasy.

"If it succeeds, there should be effect on the first day, right?"

"If it fails, there should at least be some hint or something?"

"Or maybe it already succeeded, and I don't know?"

Xi Tan was dizzy and swollen-headed from the heat, but did have three days to wildly speculate.

Finally, on the evening of the third day, Xi Tan felt a little something amid the chanting.

Like light.

Like clouds.

Like rising power.

After the crowd dispersed, Xi Tan crawled out from behind the sacrificial ceremony platform, gripping the horizontal beam tightly, trying to pull his body out in one go.

Crack.

The horizontal beam actually emitted a crisp sound.

Xi Tan looked back in surprise, and happily discovered that five shallow fingerprints were imprinted where he had grabbed, and his palm and fingers also glowed with a faint yellow light.

"Success, success!"

Xi Tan jumped three feet high and ran toward the changing room with extreme speed.

He truly jumped one meter high, and Xi Tan himself had not even realized it.

Seeing his father Xi Rong, Xi Tan described while demonstrating, unable to suppress his ecstasy.

Liu Chengyou looked at him thoughtfully, evaluating him silently.

Finger strength of several hundred kilograms, a one-meter jump, a hundred-meter speed of around ten seconds... it sounded like it had almost reached the limit of the human body; placed in the Organization, only children with exceptional talent had the opportunity to reach this level by their twenties. Most people by thirty could at most meet the strength standard, but had no hope for jumping and speed.

"It sounds like it's still worth referencing. I just don't know if it's only possible in Jiangning." Liu Chengyou still remembered the previous failure vividly.

Like a child who had just gotten a toy, Xi Tan tore the sofa, twisted the railing, jumped into the air and wrecked the beautiful crystal lamp in the VIP room. He looked like a middle-aged, plump Russian cat lady.

"Xi Tan, come down." Xi Rong sighed.

"Aren't you happy?" Xi Rong landed lightly on the ground, feeling full of strength all over.

Xi Rong shook his head, then nodded, saying: "The level of twisting the railing is probably not Chen Yi's limit."

Xi Tan was stunned for a moment, then nodded dejectedly.

His current level was actually only Body Technique Level 7 or Body Technique Level 8, approaching the limit of the human body but far from reaching it. The gap to Divine Art Knight was as vast as heaven and earth; at the very least, Xi Tan in this state could not even be exempt from the harm of thermal weapons.

"Perhaps more cultivation is needed." Liu Chengyou said in a heavy foreign language. Compared to the Xi father and son, he gained more benefits.

"I hope so." Xi Tan's good mood completely vanished.

"The Mark/Seal has been erased." Xi Rong was referring to those fingerprints pinched into the metal.

Xi Tan grunted, kicking and stomping dejectedly, as if venting his emotions. The people beside him understandingly stood by the door, finally seeing a glimmer of victory, only to discover it was just a firefly; their disappointment can be imagined.

"Amitabha! This humble monk's Dharma name is Ru Ding; I accidentally overheard a few patrons' conversation." Ru Ding Monk, wearing a kasaya, put his palms together, appearing as an otherworldly expert. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian. com) to cast Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)