Chapter 565: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 565 New Order (8)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Zhou Zhao and the other five had faces pale as soldiers shoved them into the armored vehicle, their mouths stuffed with sweat-soaked stinking socks, no one knew which students had contributed them.

They were used to a life of privilege; subjected to such humiliation, they could not speak, only rolled their eyes in disgust like fish leaping out of water, wanting to return to before they had jumped out—but that too was impossible.

With no command in the port area, the workers quietly dispersed. The Martial Arts Hall students regained control of the port area and unloaded the newly moved-in supplies.

It was troublesome, but legally it went smoothly.

Liu Xinyu wore ten-centimeter high heels and a form-fitting military uniform, walking alone through the port area, yet no one dared stare at her. After circling around, she returned and said to Chen Yi with a smile: "The threat is eliminated."

"Your testing method..." Chen Yi laughed, thought about it, and found it made sense.

Yu Weichao dared not look around, lowering his head to ask: "How are the workers to be handled?"

"They were also misled; first let them settle down and resume work." Chen Yi settled it with one sentence, and many people relaxed. Killing eight Combat Knights in one breath was one thing; dealing with workers was another. The participants numbered in the thousands, most not understanding the nature of the matter—generally speaking, they had not grasped the difference between the West Continent and Earth.

While everyone speculated wildly, Chen Yi continued: "For the personnel of the Worker Inspector Team who followed Zhou Zhao's command this time, all are to have their salaries reduced, assigned to night shifts and heavy labor. Workers who directly took orders from Zhou Zhao and were responsible for organizing are to be dragged out and sent to the Mining Area to work, paid only the minimum wage. Finally, the workers who went with the flow: tell them their annual rank wages and technical wages are canceled, retroactive by half a year. If they are unwilling to continue working, they can be paid three months' basic wages in one lump sum, stay in the West Continent for a full year, and be sent back to their country."

Wages in the West Continent were extremely high, especially in the port area; three months' wages were enough for them to live for over a year. But wasting a year watching others earn hundreds of thousands of banknotes made for a completely different depressed mood. Even a salary reduction was a tremendous punishment for ordinary workers, because this was a permanent reduction; unless they chose another job, their wages would always be lower than others', and state-owned enterprise workers usually would not choose another job.

Yu Weichao nodded lightly, thinking about how to execute it upon returning. Although there was no cruelty of physical punishment, large-scale economic punishment could still easily stir up trouble.

However, after pioneering in the West Continent for so long, he could also predict the outcome if trouble arose.

"From now on, workers near the Channel should still mainly be Martial Arts Hall students and staff members." Chen Yi felt there were not enough people, and said to Liu Xinyu: "Starting this week, from now on eliminate 1% of Martial Arts Hall students every week, continuing for 50 weeks. Of course, recruitment does not stop. Everyone must fill the Channels on both sides; there can no longer be a situation where outside workers control things."

"Yes." Yu Weichao also regretted it. Since the massive military expansion and the Canal expansion happened at the same time, Martial Arts Hall students naturally tended to join the Military rather than work as porters in the port area. The large-scale mechanized deployment made workers from Earth increasingly important, which gave Zhou Zhao and others their opportunity.

Chen Yi now required the port area to continue its Martial Arts Hall-ization; even if difficult, he had to grit his teeth and do it.

It took another three days before the port area was finally straightened out again.

Without unified leadership, and with backbone workers being sent to mines and other places, there was dissatisfaction, but no more trouble-making.

Only when a large number of Martial Arts Hall students entered the port area and the security issue was somewhat resolved did Chen Yi return with the insufficient supplies.

Along the way, the few Native Combat Knights and Native Soldiers were silent as cicadas in winter. They probably could not forget the eight Combat Knights who died at once. Normally, these knights were punished but not put to death; even Grand Knights did not dare kill eight people at once.

Yin Senyong became a dangerous person in everyone's eyes. He very much enjoyed the fearful gazes, striding back and forth in the carriage with great imposingness, as if riding a giant dragon.

Chen Yi smiled slightly, deliberately delaying opening the door by another minute after the Subway arrived, so that Yin Senyong would have a chance to inspect everyone.

The door opened.

Outside was a chaotic, noisy clamor.

A five-day delay was enough to make the Channel Committee members guarding this side explode.

An old fossil from a certain family came rushing over with eyes wide open, shouting as soon as the door opened: "I thought you weren't coming back; how much stuff has rotted?"

Chen Yi hehed with a smile, gestured that the Divine Art knights could begin towing the ship, and he himself walked out of the Light Gate, smiling: "Are you holding a meeting?"

"We've been meeting for three days straight." The old man's temper had always been bad, especially when facing young people.

Chen Yi nodded slightly and went to rest on his own.

The old man was still wondering when he saw Zhou Zhao and the other five, bound hand and foot, come out of the Subway.

"What's going on?" The Zhou Family representative who had just come out of the Ban Gong Lou came running over.

Chen Yi glanced at him and smiled: "You really don't know?"

Zhou Zhao's actions in the West Continent might be personal behavior, but to say not a whisper of it had been heard within the family was too strange.

The Zhou Family representative on the Jiangning side had a higher status and was too embarrassed to lie face-to-face, so he avoided answering and asked: "What crime did Zhou Zhao commit? It should be determined by the judicial organ. Doing it like this now—if others saw it, what would it count as?"

He roughly guessed Zhou Zhao had failed in stirring up trouble, so he did not discuss the specific incident, only mentioning judicial issues.

Chen Yi smiled and walked toward the Ban Gong Lou.

The Ban Gong Lou supporting the dry dock had large glass windows; the second floor was opened up as a meeting room, with a very broad view. The people inside waited for Chen Yi to come up, all seated in their places.

The Zhou Family representative deliberately walked slowly and arrived at the meeting hall last, together with the panting old man.

Chen Yi pretended not to see and sat quietly in a chair.

In the entire Channel Committee, he was the person with the greatest power; if disregarding influence, he would also be the decider of power. However, he was also the youngest person, so naturally he could not rely on age and sell oldness like the old man.

While the Zhou Family people whispered with the fellow beside them, the Zheng Family representative coughed once and asked the question everyone wanted to know: "Mr. Chen, the delay of five days—was it a system problem or an accidental problem?"

"An accidental appearance."

"Then we are relieved." The Zheng Family representative smiled friendly.

The Zhou Family representative had no need to be friendly and proposed: "What about the supplies lost due to the delay?"

Without Chen Yi speaking, Fang Yu jumped in to say: "Deduct it from the common fund; isn't that what it's for—to pay for losses from accidental time?"

The Zhou Family people bared their teeth but ultimately said nothing.

The problem of the time delay was glossed over in a few words.

In fact, apart from the Zhou Family and other five small families, the other internal members of the Chen Clan were relatively united. Of course, they were also among the biggest beneficiaries with the richest incomes; several core families' Channel tonnage had reached 5000 tons. Although it was only towing a ship, the benefits were real.

Unlike the situation in the West Continent, this time all Channel Committee members were present, and the Zhou Family could play no role at all. They ultimately did not dare mention Zhou Zhao's matter.

Thus, Naked Bear led two people by the hand, swaggering out of the dry dock.

Zhou Zhao's resentful gaze, combined with being soaked in stinking socks, formed a quite strange picture.

The five people were imprisoned in the Jiangning Military Region's prison. Visits were openly allowed, but no one could break them out—at least their own people could not.

This represented a certain attitude of Chen Yi. Together with the Channel delay, and the supplies that would rather be unloaded than violate transport regulations, everyone soon understood: Chen Yi was declaring sovereignty.

Thinking carefully, it seemed no one could obstruct his sovereignty.

The once noisy situation instead calmed down because of this. The only thing still hot was the sale of Gold Bonds. Since several thousand tons of gold joined the reserves, the safety attribute of Gold Bonds was greatly enhanced. More importantly, it was a currency that West Continent Natives were willing to accept.

For the gentlemen who needed to conduct West Continent transactions, if Gold Bonds could be used like gold and could be exchanged for gold on Earth, why not use them?

The more ships entering and leaving the port, the higher the usage rate of gold bonds.

On the other hand, the more goods traded, the greater the interest Earth's merchants have in using gold bonds...

The issuance volume of bonds soon broke through 2 trillion, roughly equivalent to the value of 8,000 tons of gold; after deducting the gold redeemed, Chen Yi held roughly that much. The issuance of bonds was therefore safe beyond imagination.

More than one country or organization had demanded to inspect or visit Chen Yi's gold reserves.

Hollywood even had an unknown director preparing to film a movie about robbing 8,000 tons of gold in one go; apart from not knowing where to start himself, all preparations were ready.

The calm under the heat wave lasted for two months; Chen Yi returned to Jiangning University and took away some teaching materials visualized as images and final exam papers.

The dean generously allowed him to take the final exam papers home to do, and bring them back when finished, explicitly saying: "Our school strongly supports national work; Jiangning University is located in Jiangning City, and building Jiangning is part of the school's education."

Chen Yi naturally would not object, copying the answers for half an afternoon; before he could consider whether to return to school to submit the papers, Class Monitor Lin Yuan knocked on the door.

"By the counselor's order, take your paper back." Lin Yuan wore tight jeans, showing off her slender beautiful legs and heroic bearing, though her expression carried a touch of fatigue.

Seeing her slightly upturned lips, Chen Yi couldn't help but tease: "Haven't seen you for half a semester; shouldn't we catch up first?"

Lin Yuan showed a helpless expression and said with a laugh: "We're classmates in the same major, but haven't seen each other for half a semester; don't you think that's too strange?"

Chen Yi coughed once, handed her the sealed kraft bag, and changed the subject: "Is everything going smoothly at school?"

"It's fine; most of the time I've been using to learn dance." Lin Yuan said, pausing for a moment, then pursed her lips: "I have to thank you for helping me find the opportunity to perform on stage."

"Me?"

"Your friend's entertainment company did very serious packaging; in two months, they will precisely release their first album." Saying this, Lin Yuan finally became excited.

"Packaged as what type?"

"Um..."

Chen Yi asked again.

Lin Yuan said somewhat shyly: "Holy Maiden Style..."

Chen Yi blinked his eyes; the first thing that surfaced in his mind was the altar and elderly priests in their seventies and eighties.

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