Chapter 63

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Apart from a fierce sense of self-esteem and an ambition that kept climbing upward, Wang Dong was, on the whole, an excellent, self-flagellating, clear-eyed about the future, standard non-kind-hearted rich second-generation student.

His main energy was concentrated between comparison and struggle.

Comparison is a laborious task. Seeing someone else has a Yongjiu-brand bicycle, you not only have to find a way to get a BMW one, but also at different times and places, in the form of subtle words and great righteousness, expound on the goodness and excellence of the BMW bicycle, as well as its unique and independent price.

If by chance you run into someone who doesn't know the trade, you really have to vomit blood and swallow it back down, lest you be discovered and lose face.

Now, the brimming-with-confidence Wang Dong suddenly discovered that a circle of such beautiful waists actually obstructed his comparison plan that was about to succeed, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Even if he temporarily found a beauty, he'd probably be hard-pressed to find one with such a figure.

He looked at his own palm; beside him was a half-old unfortunate T-shirt, but it belonged to a man.

The latter also tilted his head over and whispered in his ear: "This is a cheerleader, right? Look at how thin that waist is."

"So what." Wang Dong replied very uncomfortably, decided to leave, and said: "In any case, let's meet in New York next time. If the Chen Family doesn't fall, I reckon you'll have the money to come to New York."

He still had to complete his final show-off in Jiangning.

He himself ultimately counted as having won. Wang Dong thought this way, trying his best not to look at that Korean beauty's radiant figure brimming with a spring-like aura.

Just as a smile was about to surface on his face, Chen Yi smiled gently and said: "If the Wang Family falls, you'll likely return to Jiangning, and then we'll be able to meet all the same."

Jin Douna deliberately laughed very loudly.

Wang Dong's face swelled red like a sausage; actually it wasn't that embarrassing, his friends beside him all kept their composure.

But Wang Dong was someone who couldn't be provoked, and seeing he had more people, he actually had some thoughts of swarming up and beating his face into a mess.

His comrades saw that intention and hurriedly pulled him, saying: "This is a school, let's go first."

Chen Yi watched them with a cold smile throughout. Coming and going to the Saint Qiao Kingdom over ten times, that was over three hundred hours of training; with the Body Technique taught by the Holy Knights, challenging Tyson would certainly be no go, but abusing a few middle school students was nothing. He had a punch force of over a hundred kilograms anyway, a 100-meter speed of 11.5 seconds; his physical quality was simply not in the same league.

His steady demeanor made Jin Douna curious; she moved closer to Chen Yi and asked: "Aren't you worried they'll fly into a rage out of humiliation?"

Chen Yi smiled without speaking, his hand lightly pinching her waist.

Jin Douna was still pondering what she should do if the other party acted recklessly, when Wang Dong and the others left in indignation. The Chen Family centipede worm wasn't dead yet; right now it was in a state of unable to accomplish anything but able to spoil everything. If they really wanted to fix them, they definitely couldn't go to Cornell University; with this layer of consideration, no one dared act recklessly.

Chen Yi himself had something to rely on, so he naturally only treated it as a minor episode. After passing water to Jin Douna, not knowing how to express it, he spread his hands and said: "I have to go handle some things first."

"Give me your mobile phone." Jin Douna now no longer had her previous shyness, taking the initiative.

Chen Yi smiled, handed her the phone, letting her dial the number.

Wang Dong and the others observed from afar in the car; seeing this scene, someone in the back let out a "Huh?" and said: "That Korean chick, is she someone he just hooked up with? Could it be you can run into such a stunner even at Jiang University? And a foreign one at that."

Wang Dong's eyes were red, and he said hatefully: "Once we get to New York, hot chicks like this, we can have as many as we want."

"You'd have to go to Eastern Europe for that." A bystander joked, patted the person in the front row, and said: "Drive, don't compare with aristocratic scions, waste of spirit."

They were just a bunch of wealthy households. No way to heaven, no worries entering the earth; striving and studying were likewise for changing their situation; aside from being a bit richer than ordinary people, there was no big difference.

Wang Dong only withdrew his gaze when he could no longer see their figures.

Mimi slowly drove away in the opposite direction.

Several kilometers away, Jin Douna stomped hard on the accelerator, letting out a "Ha hu" of celebration. Ten full days of research and contemplation, a whole day of execution and... exercise, only then completed the first contact with Chen Yi; such smoothness was also somewhat beyond her expectations.

Recalling the ins and outs of this day, Jin Douna's face flushed red again; her hands gripping the steering wheel even turned a bit white, her foot unconsciously stomping hard on the accelerator.

"There's always got to be such a day. Starting from him, not bad either." Jin Douna thought, and Chen Yi's handsome young face suddenly surfaced in her mind, along with that final calm expression, seemingly — somewhat similar to the Young Miss.

No, it's a bit like Shi Dage; that's an expression of everything firmly in hand, more like quietly waiting.

Waiting for the other party to make a decision, yet no matter what kind of decision, it wouldn't affect oneself.

Didn't notice before; now carefully sorting through it, the more Jin Douna thought, the stranger she felt. She murmured to herself: "In the archives, his physical condition seems ordinary; aside from height slightly exceeding his peers, in sports it can only be called above average..."

There's a problem!

Jin Douna suddenly recalled, in the room, when rubbing through clothes, the muscle her fingers grabbed. That perfect structure and firm touch were clearly the result of System Training.

That's not a physique you can train just by casually playing basketball.

Jin Douna trusted her fingers; things she'd touched would form concrete images in her mind. She frantically constructed Chen Yi's physique in her mind: solid pectoralis major, curved latissimus dorsi, undulating abdominal muscles. Most special was the triceps brachii, that's the muscle opposite the biceps brachii, at the back of the upper arm; ordinary exercise rarely uses it, even with persistent training, without professional guidance it's very hard to train effectively.

Thinking of the sensation during contact, Jin Douna stomped even harder, but her brain spun faster than the wheels.

The obtained data is the latest; logically there shouldn't be such a serious error. Then should the objections be reported upward?

Just who did Chen Yi train with to get a body full of muscle like that?

He's still a high school senior; doesn't he have to spend time on the College Entrance Examination?

The legendary Sleep God on the exam field — just what's going on?

This is an opportunity; if I can obtain more information, I'll definitely leave a deep impression before the upper echelons.

In an instant Jin Douna thought of many things, and the car speed grew faster and faster.

Police cars came roaring, signaling her to pull over and stop.

Jin Douna glanced at the rearview mirror, lightly turned the steering wheel, took out a whole stack of prepared documents from the safe box under the seat, then selected the topmost one.

The fierce police comrade, under the halo of the documents, mutated back into a kindly police uncle, face full of smiles, amiable and easily fooled.

Chen Yi sat in the taxi, also recalling today's ins and outs, some doubts, some nostalgia, more excitement.

Although nothing was really done, it seems quite a lot was actually done.

For his own university life, it was approximately a good start.

A row of company signboards flashed past before his eyes; Chen Yi spotted one and hurriedly called out: "Driver, stopping here is fine."

Paid and got out, and you could see countless similar "document companies". These are all agency companies that handle formalities; as long as you shell out a little money, all the running around for business registration, tax affairs, etc., can be saved.

Randomly picked a larger one, chose the name "Gold Source International Financial Limited Liability Company", set the minimum registered capital at 100,000 RMB, and Chen Yi went to the outer room, picked up the phone and dialed his mother's assistant Zhou Xuan, saying: "Sister Zhou, I'm already handling the license."

Saying that, he reported the location to her.

Zhou Xuan arrived quickly. She was a strong woman around thirty years old, had worked at Chen Group for two to three years, and then served as Chen Mu's secretary and assistant for five or six years, enjoying considerable reputation within the foundation. Similar to his father's secretary, Chen Yi also often sought her help.

Finding a place with no one around, Chen Yi exchanged a few jokes, then said: "Sister Zhou, I want to arrange a loan, about 6 million RMB, three-month term, can you find someone to act as guarantor for me?"

6 million RMB, roughly 700 thousand dollars; after paying Xinbiyou, nearly 1 million RMB would still remain. With such a large sum, Chen Yi holding the Perception Scroll roaming the world might be able to piece it together by picking up leaks, but the time and effort spent would certainly not be little.

Moreover, "might" things are always biased toward the idealistic.

Comparatively, banks are the most suitable financing channels — lending is their business. If businessmen worldwide all lacked no money, banks would have collapsed one by one long ago.

However, reality is that every businessman lacks money, every businessman wants to owe the bank money. Thus banks develop and grow one by one, and have the leeway to select customers.

Zhou Xuan did not find Chen Yi's request strange, nor was she surprised by the amount needed, but naturally asked the reason: "What do you want to use it for?"

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Hard to say."

"If you don't say, I can't help you arrange it." Zhou Xuan had her methods; her refusal did not make one feel uncomfortable.

Chen Yi had long thought it through, smiled and said: "If you really want me to say, the answer you get might also be fake; I guarantee it's not consumption, it's investment. And, I'm not asking for the foundation to help guarantee."

Hearing it wasn't in the foundation's name, Zhou Xuan felt relieved; she sat down at ease on a chair and smiled: "Then what did you call me for?"

"Don't you know a lot of people?" Chen Yi hehe laughed twice.