Chapter 566

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"If you officially debut, what about your courses?" Chen Yi asked quite naturally after hearing Lin Yuan's words.

Lin Yuan looked at him with amusement, pursed her lips, and said, "You haven't gone to school for half a year, so why are you still like those old men, asking about schooling first?"

Chen Yi instantly became embarrassed.

Lin Yuan still didn't let him off; her fingers like green onions pointed at his head from afar, saying, "With so many students in the whole school, I'd say you're the least qualified person to check on anyone else's courses."

The familiar yet slightly unfamiliar tone made Chen Yi become dazed.

When he was at Jiangning University, it was precisely when his family was in turmoil. Two years later, whether it was his thoughts or the surrounding circumstances, a thousand differences had appeared, yet Lin Yuan's tone had hardly changed at all — still like a Class Monitor criticizing a bad student who didn't hand in homework!

Chen Yi licked his lips, unexpectedly feeling a kind of role-play pleasure.

Girls are always relatively sharp; Lin Yuan noticed the change in Chen Yi's eyes and instantly became nervously incoherent: "I got my test paper, you go now."

Chen Yi burst out laughing.

Lin Yuan took at least 30 seconds to realize she had spoken backwards, and Chen Yi wouldn't make a sound either, his pitch-black pupils staring at her.

She couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking about?"

"Brain-supplementing jumping the great god."

"What?"

Chen Yi laughed heartily and said: "Dance and music do have the effect of bewitching hearts; you should study it well."

The creation of music and dance originally came from the sacrificial process of ancient primitive humans; therefore music and dance contain a natural religious meaning. Hymns and red songs, love songs and rock — their essence is all the same. When young men stare at the stars on stage jumping up and down, their brains are undergoing a process of cognitive reinforcement, and they are not much better than natives staring at a shaman jumping the great god.

Propaganda methods that work on Earth, modified and moved outside, work just the same.

The advancement of civilization lies in this: 1000 years ago, Chinese people could not only spread silk and tea to Southeast Asia, but also instill Confucian poetry and couplets into flat-faced bow-legged natives; 1000 years later today, Americans can not only sell automobiles and airplanes, but also sell fast food and superhero movies. If the world is viewed as a plane, civilization is air pressure; low pressure always submits to high pressure.

Lin Yuan was stared at by Chen Yi until her earlobes burned red; she said angrily: "I'm going back!"

"Go ahead since you're busy." Chen Yi said, pausing, then continued: "Not continuing to develop in the financial aspect?"

Lin Yuan looked at Chen Yi seriously for two seconds and replied: "I don't want people to gossip."

"What gossip is there to say?" Chen Yi smiled uneasily. He indeed had the intention of letting Lin Yuan come help, but a student just graduated from school isn't necessarily more valuable than a mall security guard; if he recruited Lin Yuan, besides loyalty considerations, there were more factors that were unclear and indescribable.

Sometimes, there's no need to make things clear either.

Lin Yuan glared at him twice, turned lightly, and left.

Chen Yi smiled calmly, quite sentimentally exhaled a breath, and in a flash laughed at himself. A twenty-something dissolute person — what real reason is there to sigh and groan?

The afternoon weather was clear and bright, truly a blazing sun high in the sky.

Clouds flew extremely high, thin like space film; birds not commonly seen in the past frequently appeared, as if holding a sports meet.

Chen Yi was bored staying in the room, so he simply moved the desks, chairs, documents, and everything to the courtyard.

He couldn't be bothered to move them by hand; he used Shenjia entirely to move them, and in one go moved them properly with a clatter.

Forget it; he circled the persimmon tree twice, then returned to the house and moved a refrigerator out.

Beer and drinks with documents — seems like a pretty good enjoyment too.

"Still missing a tea set." As Chen Yi's mind flashed, without moving, he made the teapot float over.

A heavy cough came from the doorway, simultaneously greeting: "Madam."

Mom came?

Chen Yi habitually panicked and dropped the teapot right there.

Fang Man Yi pushed open the somewhat heavy wooden door and saw a full set of office supplies arranged in the courtyard.

"Why is the teapot thrown on the ground too?"

"Just fell on the ground." Chen Yi hehe smiled, wanted to use Shenjia, but in the end still bent down to pick it up, smilingly asking: "Mom, how come you're here? Everything okay?"

"Your dad's place now actually requires an appointment; I don't want to do spa all day, so I had to come here." Mom stretched lazily, asking knowingly: "What, disturbing you?"

Chen Yi hehe laughed straight, couldn't tell a lie, couldn't tell the truth either.

Mom very naturally added: "I see it wouldn't be disturbing either."

Chen Yi could only laugh again.

"Recently, quite a few people have come to the house." Fang Man Yi poured herself a cup of tea water, then said: "I can't promise them, but they're not at ease..."

"The Zhou Family came to intercede?" This wasn't hard to guess. Families that rose through in-law relationships ultimately have their foothold on in-law relationships; expecting them to speak truth, reason, and negotiate conditions is simply more absurd than the conditions themselves.

Fang Man Yi nodded, then instantly said: "Three times in two days, I didn't agree to any. So, I found a place to hide and be idle."

"Where are you hiding and being idle?" Chen Yi smiled bitterly and said: "What's your opinion?"

Fang Man Yi pinched the teacup with two fingers and said blandly: "However you handle it I have no opinion, but handle it fast, clean and neat."

"Hm?"

"Once handled, they naturally can't continue interceding. How it's handled isn't important; what's important is neat." On the last word, she slightly emphasized the tone.

Chen Yi patted his head, secretly cursing his own stupidity. He was just thinking how to smash the Zhou Family's attacks back, but looking now, the way with the least aftereffects is to do it heavily and fast; as long as they're formally dealt with, would the Zhou Family really risk their lives?

It is precisely because there is a sliver of hope that Zhou Zhao can borrow force to intercede, struggling desperately.

"Understood?" Fang Man Yi drank the tea and stood up.

Chen Yi nodded twice.

"Understood then go to Hai Zi. Since the Sima Family entered the West Continent, establish a formal charter; dragging it out won't do."

Chen Yi understood perfectly, saw Mom off, then got in the car himself and dialed Liu Xinyu's phone, saying: "You take the five people including Zhou Zhao out now, find a suitable place, send them to Chishui Prison. Film a video and send it to the family, no visits allowed for three years, tell them they'll live there from now on."

"What if they ask the charges, ask how long they're locked up and how to get out?"

"Just say, everything follows Zhang Xueliang's example. In three years, if they want someone to keep them company, then they can all go live in Chishui together."

The political circle doesn't easily see blood, and Chen Yi also had no need to kill these five people. The five families were small, but after all they were an interest group within the Chen Clan internally, and this also reminded him that he must bring in new blood quickly.

Otherwise, relying entirely on Grandpa's prestige, wanting to press down a dozen or so families before mountain-and-sea-like interests, I'm afraid would be quite difficult.

Outside Hai Zi, it was quiet like a real lake.

Still the familiar bodyguard team; after doing a simple registration, Chen Yi was led inside to wait. This time it was in front of the old building on the second floor, and the whirring sound of the air conditioning could still be heard.

Compared to many township governments, the frugality here is worthy of praise. If described as "governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish," a national leader who saves electric energy is like a chef who saves fire — equally interesting and rare.

"Mr. Chen, please wait here a moment; Committee Member Chen will be over shortly." The staff member poured tea water for Chen Yi and left.

After a while, a few more people entered the room, and among them was actually Gao Qiu.

"Mr. Chen?" Gao Qiu was equally surprised.

"Transferred to Xijing?" Chen Yi stood up and shook hands with him.

"Arrived at the People's Bank." Gao Qiu's face did not show an elated expression; it seemed things were not going very smoothly.

Although Jiangning Bank is a small city bank, the taste of being the Head Office President, and the taste of being senior management in Xijing where one is unfamiliar with the place and people, are probably quite different.

Moreover, for senior management like him, wanting to avoid being squeezed out is almost impossible.

Chen Yi did not inquire further; his gaze naturally flashed to both sides.

"These few are all in the banking and finance industry; let me introduce them to you." Gao Qiu recovered after a moment and said with a smile: "This is our People's Bank's Executive Vice President Fan Bailu, this is the Banking Regulatory Commission's Wei Yan, this is the China Development Bank's President Wan Geng..."

Six people in total, all leaders of the banking system.

After Gao Qiu introduced Chen Yi's identity, everyone knew for certain the purpose of this meeting.

It was undoubtedly the Gold Bonds.

Everyone's thoughts instantly became complex.

Gold Bonds are a currency independent of the national currency; theoretically their stability is even stronger than the national currency. In fact, ever since the Forest System collapsed, the currencies of various countries including the US Dollar have all been depreciating, and depreciating uncontrollably; this pattern has been implemented for 30 years, no one knows where the road ultimately leads — returning to the Gold Standard, this was originally a topic that no banker wanted to face.

Currency inflation has only benefits and no drawbacks for banks, and moreover it makes their assets and returns continuously inflate.

If not for Chen Yi's words, the Gold Bonds, besides being incorporated as another kind of financial derivative, would almost only have the fate of failure.

Outside of political power, what chokes the banks' necks is precisely those several thousand tons of gold.

If any institution can produce more gold than the US Gold Reserves, what is there to question about its currency value?

Such an institution floating outside the system, how could it not make China's banking leaders resentful?

Among them, the People's Bank's Executive Vice President Fan Bailu did not conceal his emotions at all.

He certainly will oppose; offending Chen Yi is also only a matter of time.

While everyone was privately thinking their own thoughts, Chen Zhongguo finally arrived.

What surprised everyone was that not only Chen Zhongguo himself, but Committee Member Sima and Committee Member Tang Yuan also followed behind.

Gao Qiu's eyes instantly brightened.

The seating order of the three people gave him a quite good hint.

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