Chapter 572: Only I Have the Unique Law Chapter 572 Siberia Expansion (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Different regions on the globe flickered in light and dark; upon closer inspection, they were all around China.

According to previous occurrences, another door was about to open.

Chen Yi's fingers hovered as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, soon stopping above Asia.

Previously, Chen Yi had opened doors in Germany, the United States, and Mexico respectively, but the vast Asia had no quick channel.

Channels that once satisfied transaction and concealment needs now seemed more useful for their speed and concealment functions, especially for conveniently deploying large numbers of personnel and equipment at once. If willing, Chen Yi could transport 100,000 tons of supplies and tens of thousands of people to downtown New York City in one go, or simply drop a giant dragon onto Times Square. That effect could at least star in an episode of Ultraman or Godzilla.

Therefore, Chen Yi's gaze fell on East Asia and Central Asia.

The former had far greater economic and political value, but in terms of actual value, value one could hold in hand, it should be the latter.

This was the Old Chen Family's consistent political stance, requiring no deep thought from Chen Yi; his gaze then turned to the Siberia region. If choosing a forward base on the West Continent, sparsely populated Siberia was most suitable, except for the military threat of the Russian bear.

Although conventional weapons could hardly injure Divine Art Knights or giant dragons anymore, nuclear weapons remained an extreme danger, especially since mutual destruction scenarios often could not be resolved.

Or simply choose Moscow?

As Chen Yi hesitated, the globe began to flicker.

Worried he couldn't choose, Chen Yi quickly clicked on Siberia.

The globe's flickering ended, and the door slowly opened.

The subway lurched; Chen Yi stepped out of the light curtain and immediately felt a biting cold.

White pine forests and frost-covered rivers, desolate yet full of vibrant life.

Chen Yi closed his eyes slightly; his dispersed Shenjia could sense the existence of countless living beings.

It seemed that this so-called desolate and cold land did have living creatures after all.

In fact, what Russians valued when advancing into Siberia was precisely the fur resources here.

The vast world made one yearn to move forward. Chen Yi's heart stirred, and he manipulated his Shenjia upward continuously; in the blink of an eye, he saw Siberia's location.

Looking at this white land from the sky might be clearer.

Shenjia continued upward, slowly passing through the atmosphere into outer space.

At this point, the transmission of Shenjia began to show signs of exhaustion, perhaps due to isolation from the atmosphere, or perhaps obstacles from the vacuum.

Chen Yi hurriedly and vaguely found a spy satellite, clenched his Shenjia into a fist, gave it a tap, then gradually withdrew his Shenjia.

About five or six minutes later, Chen Yi returned to the light curtain, closing his eyes in contemplation.

Converting power into actual strength was a meticulous matter; he had no innate experience for it.

The subway continued running, and the complaints of merchants outside were ignored.

Instantly arriving at the West Continent, a team of towmen composed of Divine Art Knights began dragging cargo ships. To maximize the channel's operating speed, now only merchants who had purchased fast-channel tickets could disembark early; otherwise, they had to wait until ships that had purchased fast tonnage left before departing.

Several Combat Knights looked reverently at the Divine Art Knights below; their lifelong pursuit was just this—of course not being towmen, but if serving as towmen for ten years could earn them the title of Divine Art Knight, they were willing to make this dedication.

By now, many systems of the West River City-State were clear. It was just that fewer and fewer people could receive benefits.

Previously, Knights of Combat Levels Eight or Nine, as long as they were willing to sign a contract and wait five or six months, would always have a chance to enter the Altar once.

As for now, just the political review stage could make one collapse; not only Knights from enemy Temples and City-States could not pass, but even Family Knights of the Water Dragon Temple often had to have spotless assets, and it was best to be from poor and lower-middle peasant backgrounds—Heaven help us, how many Knights could be from poor and lower-middle peasant origins.

Moreover, the thickness of contracts was always increasing; 2100 pages had become a thing of the past. New documents modeled on equity agreements and foreign experimental medical legal models reached a total thickness of 8700 pages, with over a million words, and places where Knights needed to sign, seal, or press fingerprints exceeded 200, completely extinguishing any will to resist.

Of course, unless absolutely necessary, now even High-Ranking Knights with some standing were unwilling to sign as Divine Art Knights of the West River City-State.

What Chen Yi needed was factory-style mass-produced Divine Art Knights, not genius-type Divine Art Knights with flashes of inspiration; the two were clearly distinct, and the difference would only grow greater in the future.

Presumably, the latter was also unwilling to serve as towmen for ten years.

A 10,000 to 20,000-ton class passenger liner gently entered the waterway, gas turbines began to roar, indicating the ship was sailing under its own power. Thousands of people surged out of the cabins; some stood on the deck, some at the windows of their own cargo holds, all watching the scenery of the West Continent.

No matter how you put it, this place possessed a primitive appearance Earth no longer had. High-oxygen tropical forests were beautiful scenery modern Earth could not replicate.

Those who had never come, or had only come once, exclaimed in admiration, drawing a round of applause.

Chen Yi sat in a chair and could see the brand-new buildings along the wharf through the window; among these buildings, some built according to Earth tradition and some according to West Continent tradition, the most magnificent was undoubtedly Shuangtong Bank.

Despite having the shortest development time, during construction, Combat Knights had lent a hand. With such investment, whether or not there was machinery, it could be built at the fastest speed.

Chen Yi's mind was on the giant dragon and the subway until he heard the noisy sounds outside, then he suddenly sprang up, pushed open the door, and leaped toward Shuangtong Bank.

Amid exclamations behind him as if seeing a Superman, "Yiya aaaah!", Chen Yi floated down lightly onto the bank's roof, gestured to the Divine Art Knights coming to escort him, then quietly descended into the bank.

Top Floor, Liu Xinyu was working silently.

Black shiny hair hung softly over her shoulders, some hair ends fluttering above her chest, forming a sharp contrast with her tender white skin, unforgettable at first sight.

Her full breasts were as usual placed on the desktop; she appeared relaxed, and Chen Yi looked relaxed too.

He knocked "bang bang" twice on the door; Liu Xinyu inside didn't lift her head and asked, "Back?"

"How do you know it's me?"

"I smelled it." Liu Xinyu wrinkled her nose, speaking quite seriously.

Chen Yi entered in surprise, looking down from above at the deep cleavage on the desktop, and asked with a smile, "Really?"

Body Technique cultivation could improve the sharpness of one's five senses, but ultimately it varied from person to person.

Liu Xinyu shrugged, yet drew Chen Yi's gaze to her chest.

Cleavage, cleavage—often made people overlook the career.

Chen Yi took a deep look, his eyes... suppressing the impulse to pull her into the small curtain, he said, "How is the bank situation? Can it replace metal currency?"

"More than three years; if the Temple War ends early, it will take even longer. What, can't wait?"

For Chen Yi, three years later, he would still be under 25 years old.

However, young people are usually more anxious.

He shrugged and said, "Promote it throughout the Water Dragon Temple's sphere of influence in three years? I'm even thinking of helping the Water Dragon Temple wage war."

"That's a place where Divine Art Knights fly everywhere." Liu Xinyu spoke exaggeratedly, then laughed, "Gao Qiu became Deputy Bank President, very excited; she might have a good method to push things further."

A bank requires professionals to operate, but aside from specific business, more personnel and political issues don't require banking expertise. Liu Xinyu is a member who easily entered the Mensa Club; business others need 10,000 hours to master, she can do better in 1,000 hours, otherwise she couldn't have reached Body Technique Level 6 relying on Earth's simple training.

Whether mastering the Martial Arts Hall, mastering the Hair Development Research Society, or mastering the Diamond Office Hall, Liu Xinyu did all of them quite well.

Chen Yi sometimes wonders, if he hadn't held leverage over Liu Xinyu, what would the situation be today?

Compared to Shi Tianlin's top-tier biology, Liu Xinyu appears far more outstanding.

Unfortunately, she lacked a high-ranking father in the Organization, started too late, rushed too hard, and ultimately fell into Chen Yi's hands.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi laughed evilly twice.

A gust of hot wind happened to blow in from outside the window, making the curtains rustle noisily.

Liu Xinyu cried out in alarm and hurried to close the window.

The torrential rain unique to the West Continent, like a shower in a bathhouse, was already crackling down.

Liu Xinyu's milky-white suit skirt instantly became wet and clung like a sexy maid outfit; she had to tiptoe to close the window, her graceful curves instantly exposed without a doubt.

Chen Yi's mouth corner twitched, arms crossed over his chest, secretly appreciating the view.

The window closed with a "bang."

Liu Xinyu turned her head; without lowering her head, just seeing Chen Yi's teasing gaze, she could guess what he was looking at, what he was thinking.

"Good-looking?"

"Good-looking."

"Then come a little closer to look."

Chen Yi nodded without hesitation, striding forward with great steps.

Though the office was large, it couldn't withstand him walking so fast; Liu Xinyu took the opportunity to open the window, and raindrops even larger than before whooshed in.

Unless one uses Shenjia to block it, even the strongest Knight cannot stop a waterfall-like downpour.

Chen Yi let the rain soak him, getting drenched through and through.

Liu Xinyu laughed proudly "giggle-giggle," mimicking Chen Yi's posture, crossing her arms and standing still to admire.

In the dense sudden rain, the beautiful female body with curves fully revealed, yet making the crossed-arms gesture, that shrinking cleavage and round protruding breast shape, simply makes one spurt blood.

Even the most beautiful artistic photography cannot describe the scene Chen Yi sees at this moment.

His throat let out a low growl; the only reason he didn't immediately pounce was simply fear of ruining this rare beautiful scenery.

Wind sounds, rain sounds, chant sounds, each sound entering the ear.

Mountains beautiful, waters beautiful, woman beautiful, beauty in embrace.

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Using up three whole Orange Crystals, Chen Yi finally helped Liu Xinyu tidy the office that was a mess. Fortunately the room was large and items few; with a little Shenjia help, even book pages could be rapidly steam-dried.

Of course, the torn clothing could not be restored to original condition; Liu Xinyu had to find a spare OL suit to change into, looking once again like a capable and efficient bank person-in-charge.

Down at the Executive Deputy Bank President's office, Gao Qiu was busy as a squirrel in autumn; the desk was piled with various documents and forms. Seeing Liu Xinyu, her IQ instantly dropped: "Good morning, Bank President, changed clothes?"

Then seeing Chen Yi a step behind, she stood up again to greet: "Mr. Chen has arrived."

Liu Xinyu's cheeks instantly glowed with radiance, looking ready to clean up Gao Qiu.

It was Chen Yi who laughed lightly to defuse the situation: "My time on the West Continent is limited; is everything going smoothly now?"

"Except for Fan Bailu from the People's Bank picking faults, everything else is smooth." Gao Qiu appeared to have prepared materials long ago, intending to file a harsh complaint; documents all had marks traced on them.

Chen Yi took them and looked, but it was a construction report of the People's Bank on the West Continent.

Gao Qiu complained bitterly: "They fundamentally have no intention of cooperating with us. I went three times; barely saw Fan Bailu. He told me, Gold Bonds are one matter, Central Bank is another. First must build the People's Bank outlets well, then can talk cooperation with us."

Without doubt, this is not the result Chen Yi wants.

Shuangtong Bank is the Central Bank of the gold currency that Chen Yi has secretly designated.

Unlike Jiangning Bank, it is 100% private shares, including Chen Yi's 97%, and 3% shares from the Chen Clan core.

Once Gold Bonds become currency issuance, Shuangtong Bank will undoubtedly push the original central bank into an awkward position.

Therefore, although nine-tenths of the Senior Management have recognized Shuangtong Bank's status, Fan Bailu still acts on his own, because once he acknowledges Shuangtong Bank as having even some degree of central bank nature, his People's Bank would also lose face immensely.

And for Gao Qiu, if she cannot possess the Central Bank status of Gold Bonds, then what's the point of all this fuss?

Chen Yi pondered slightly, then supported: "Starting today, no support of any kind shall be provided to the Central Bank."

As he spoke, Gao Qiu recorded frantically, then asked Chen Yi to sign, and immediately sent it to various places by fax.

Jiangbei District, even in the torrential rain the non-stop construction site's material preparation sounds came to an abrupt halt.

Fan Bailu, watching the situation from the hotel opposite, froze for a moment, then ran out into the rain, ignoring the raindrops hitting his head painfully, angrily questioning the foreman: "Why did you stop? Your progress is already two days behind, and you dare stop work?"

"Boss, we're not doing it anymore." The foreman still had a humble appearance.

Fan Bailu was just preparing to retort sarcastically, his mind turned, but he actually had no words to refute.

The native workers behind him had long started packing up; seeing his appearance, the foreman also turned to pack up.

"You don't want the final payment?" Fan Bailu grabbed his arm and asked.

The foreman turned back and asked: "Will you give it?"

"Nonsense, of course not! If you dare leave, don't think about getting a single cent." Fan Bailu's saliva nearly sprayed on his face.

The foreman turned back, thought for a moment, shook off the hand, and said: "If you're not giving it, then why ask."

Fan Bailu's hand loosened, and the foreman led the manpower away.

Fan Bailu blinked, wanting to scold someone, but surprisingly found no one on the construction site.

From the hotel opposite, another person rushed in through the rain.

"Bank President?" The arrival was also one of the People's Bank representatives, Fan Bailu's confidant.

"It's definitely Chen Yi." Fan Bailu said through gritted teeth.

"We can't beat him." The confidant was soaked to the skin, and advised, "Why not go back to Earth and think of another way?"

"What way could there be? The Bank President isn't one of our People's Bank of China people. If I don't hold the line, he'd hate not to sell off the People's Bank of China for a promotion." Fan Bailu spoke with righteous sternness, and it wasn't a lie. Bank Presidents have always been airborne officials; for a central bank man like him who rose from the grassroots over several tens of years, besides honor and pride, the highest position he could attain was Executive Vice President.

Fan Bailu didn't hope for further promotion, but if he could preserve the People's Bank of China's central bank status before retirement, and incidentally sideline the Bank President, that would be the happiest thing.

The confidant also knew his wish, and kept his head down thinking in the rain. After a while, he said, "Why not, we just don't do it."

"What? You're scared?"

"Where am I scared?" The confidant "grinned fiercely" and said: "You think about it. In all of China, how many people have operated a central bank? That Gold Bond — who knows which corner it drilled out of — what central bank experience do they have? If we stop doing the hard work, they can't pull it off either. In the end they'll still have to beg us. At that time, it's naturally the People's Bank of China first, then Shuangtong."

Actually, Fan Bailu didn't hope to make Shuangtong Bank completely finished either — that wasn't something his level could push, although he expected it so. His main target was still the question of who would be the master.

Moreover, it would be best to push the time when Shuangtong Bank possesses central bank functions as late as possible.

Fan Bailu coughed once, then ducked further under the eaves, and said: "You go find another construction company. If they can't do it, think of a way to get people from Earth. Drag it out; waiting until we've built our own building before dragging it out will still be in time."

The confidant's face reddened slightly. He really was a bit scared.

However, finding another construction team wasn't that easy.

The native engineering teams currently working in the Jiangbei District, the Shi Cun clansmen were the most numerous, and there were also people from other places making a living. As for the fully mechanized Chen Clan construction teams coordinated with Combat Knights, they were all composed of Martial Arts Hall staff members or workers.

The latter didn't do work for the People's Bank of China before, and now it was even more impossible.

Helpless under Fan Bailu's urgent pressing, the confidant searched all the way to Malacheng before scraping together a 200-person local native engineering team, not like the deeply influenced West River Natives. These people didn't know how to use a single bit of machinery; relying entirely on physical strength, once they learned the usage of cement, they dared to start work in various townships.

The People's Bank of China's building had always to be the best construction. Fan Bailu, having seen domestic buildings piled up with heavy money, looked at the pure native stonemasonry, and however he looked, it was displeasing to the eye.

Just as he was enduring it, about to explode, the native engineering team also disappeared.

Of course, they left after collecting the mid-term payment.

"It's definitely Chen Yi." Fan Bailu didn't even need to ask, made a definitive judgment, and said: "Go find an engineering team domestically."

The confidant immediately drafted the application and collected materials, just waiting for the channel opening day to bring in manpower.

Result: the more materials he collected, the more guilty he felt.

"Bank President, how to solve the mechanical tonnage and seat tickets for the engineering team coming from domestic?"

"Apply from the Head Office."

"Bank President, how to solve the fuel tonnage for the machinery coming from domestic?"

"Apply from the Head Office."

"Bank President, how to solve the spare parts tonnage for the machinery coming from domestic?"

"Apply from the Head Office."

Three days later, the channel opened.

At the same time Chen Yi returned to Jiangning, the People's Bank of China's application was also quickly delivered to Xijing.

Fan Bailu received the receipt almost first thing: tonnage solve it yourself.

The Martial Arts Hall Archives Research Room student responsible for monitoring this matter nearly laughed to death at his desk.

That was channel tonnage worth several tens of billions, just to build a building? One thought and you knew it wouldn't work.

With no way out, Fan Bailu could only successively visit the few families that possessed construction teams, among them the Zhou Family who had just been dealt with.

The families who used to lend happily, silently hid away.

If Fan Bailu really saw a certain family's scion, it was certainly because their construction team was busy to death.

"Didn't expect, seeing a building is this troublesome." Returning empty-handed from the Zheng Family, Fan Bailu sighed deeply.

"Go back?" The confidant had followed him all the way, and was also exhausted to death.

Fan Bailu nodded, then shook his head, sighed and said: "Let's go see Chen Yi."

The confidant got anxious, and said: "No building, let's just work outdoors."

Fan Bailu gave a bitter smile and said: "No building, we have no way to operate on the West Continent."

Such harsh circumstances made him extremely pessimistic about the People's Bank of China's status on the West Continent. If Chen Yi really built his own team, he worried the People's Bank of China's central bank status would instead be lowered.

"I'll go book a plane." The confidant said, getting in the car and fiddling with his mobile phone.

By the time they nearly reached the airport, the central bank's private plane was also ready.

This was a shared perk of the Executive Vice President and the other Vice Presidents, with the Executive having priority. If it were the Bank President, the plane would be on standby anytime, and no one else would be allowed to use it.

Fan Bailu most liked the feeling of a sedan driving straight into the airport. Every time this happened, it would make him feel his 40 years of struggle had not been in vain.

On the road, another black sedan always trailed behind them.

Fan Bailu saw it in the car mirror, but didn't pay attention.

From city interior to city exterior, then to the expressway, the black sedan kept following, finally driving into the airport. Fan Bailu finally felt something was wrong.

"Whose car?"

"Seems like a State Council department's."

Fan Bailu's face turned a bit pale. This was the People's Bank of China's direct superior.

Sedan driving straight into the airport, Fan Bailu had no special feeling at all, his mind full of worries.

Get out of the car.

The black sedan nimbly parked beside them.

A group of men in solid-color suits got out, and spoke with a smile: "President Fan."

"Who are you?" Fan Bailu's voice had a slight tremble.

"Heard you're also going to Jiangning. We want to hitch a ride... uh, hitch a flight is more accurate."

"Oh, hitch a flight. Who are you?" Fan Bailu immediately relaxed, his face turning from white to red. He was most afraid Chen Yi would use family influence to pin a trumped-up charge on him; that would be a wrongful death.

"We're from the Academy Office."

"Oh, pardon my rudeness." These were all leaders' close attendants; if not for family scholarly tradition, they were certainly exceptionally gifted people.

"You're too polite; as long as you don't blame us for hitching a ride, that's enough." The leading elder was a deputy director, around Fan Bailu's age, with a lower position but more than twice the authority; judging by his appearance, he wasn't hitching a ride for the first time either.

After boarding the private airplane, the black motorcade immediately seized the advantageous positions, leaving only one spacious independent seat for Fan Bailu; as for the four people accompanying the People's Bank of China, they simply had to squeeze into the flight attendants' small compartment.

Fan Bailu dared to be angry but not speak; after takeoff, he still smiled and asked, "Director Lin, what are you doing in Jiangning?"

"Begging someone." This deputy director rubbed the leather case in his hand, smiling rather forcedly.

Fan Bailu was greatly surprised and said, "Is there anyone in Jiangning worth you going to beg?"

"Of course."

"Is it... Old Master Chen Zhongguo, back in Jiangning again?"

Seeing his posture of breaking the casserole to ask to the end, the deputy director forced a wry smile and said, "Old Master Chen is in Xijing, vigorous and energetic, with work going smoothly. We are going to beg Chen Yi of the Chen Family; President Fan surely knows him, right?"

Fan Bailu was shocked and pale: "Beg Chen Yi? Is that necessary?"

The deputy director subconsciously squeezed the leather case filled with satellite images, gave a "ha" laugh, and said: "We do the work of begging people; there's no need to ask if it's necessary or not."

Fan Bailu's thoughts turned, his throat dry and hoarse, and for a moment he had no mood to speak.

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