Chapter 8: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 8: Paper

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi returned home, only to see Chen Congyu drinking there with an excited expression.

Fang Man Yi ran over with a pained expression, saying, "No matter how things stand, you are not allowed to drown your sorrows in alcohol."

"I know, I know." Chen Congyu had a face full of smiles as he grabbed the wine bottle back into his hand, then said, "I'm happy. You didn't see it; tonight I was like a god helping me."

"Where did a god come from?" Fang Man Yi sat down with a reproachful look.

Chen Congyu laughed proudly twice, saying, "That Investigator, wasn't she holding a ledger, saying we missed 3 million in taxes?"

"I've already gotten the money." Fang Man Yi patted the bag beside her, asking doubtfully, "Has something changed?"

"It's a good change." Chen Congyu deliberately hummed twice, saying, "Today I sat here and argued with her, thinking in my heart, how could the accounts not balance? Even if Old Ma is muddleheaded, he shouldn't be caught by a little girl. So I looked carefully at that part of the accounts on the computer, and do you know what happened?"

"What?"

"I found the loophole. Actually, it was just undercounting a bonus, and filling back in what had been accrued early, exactly 3 million." Chen Congyu's pride could be smelled from afar.

In fact, it was indeed worth being proud of. Although he had done accounts when young, he was ultimately not skilled, yet he could find account loopholes while talking to someone, which was truly not easy.

Fang Man Yi had a gentle nature and happily patted her husband's cheek, smiling, "So the taxes are settled?"

"Settled." Chen Congyu finished speaking, sighed, and said, "Old Ma isn't honest."

Chen Yi listened beside them, completely baffled, but guessed that his father suddenly flying into a rage had a close connection with the Intelligence Scroll.

Indeed, Intelligence itself includes elements like Observation. The accounts Chen Father faced were not very complex; the main problem was being breached from within, causing their accountant to make false accounts for the other side.

Of course, whether such a large business truly had some tax evasion, Chen Congyu himself dared not be sure, and being led by the nose by the Tax Bureau was of no use.

Fang Man Yi listened and shook her head, saying, "Old Ma has followed us for five or six years, right?"

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter." Chen Congyu hummed, then became spirited again, smiling, "You don't know that when that Investigator left, she had a strange look on her face, as if I were Superman. Unfortunately, no matter how unwilling she is, the stakes have all been dug up by us, and she's out of ammunition and food."

The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious.

Chen Yi edged closer, and when the two paused slightly, he made a gesture and said, "Mom, the business card?"

"In such a hurry?" She said that, but still went inside to search for him.

The little sister ran down patteringly, praising her father's "leadership style" without stopping, then asked Chen Yi, "What business card do you want?"

As she spoke, her eyes turned to the small box in the living room.

Chen Yi worried that if she focused, the scarred incense burner would return to the ranks of fragments, so he quickly carried the packaged box back to his room, saying aloud, "I bought a porcelain item; I'll find someone to check if it's real or fake."

"Is it that simple?"

"No, Mom and Dad." Chen Yi knew his little sister's thoughts, and one sentence blocked her.

The little sister blinked her eyes and smiled mischievously: "Lend me your New Year's money."

Chen Yi had no money to give her; he said nothing, turned back to his room, put the porcelain away, closed and locked the door, then went down to the garage, gathered all the removed paper, called a taxi, and hurriedly rushed to the Subway Station.

The little sister stood stunned on the Second Floor for half a day, thinking Second Brother was getting money for her, but when she heard the car start, it was too late.

Her anger shot straight to the clouds in an instant, like a monkey whose peach had been stolen.

The Subway Station at night.

The winter chill was cold, and there were few people, like toads in autumn, only hopping out one or two after a long while.

With the Driver's help, Chen Yi placed over a hundred jin of paper products at the Subway Station, panting while thinking that if they couldn't be sold for a price, he'd have to change types next time.

Who knows what paper the Holy Qiao Kingdom uses to make Scrolls.

Also, whether some Gold Coins could be exchanged.

This thought flashed by and was treated by him as a backup plan. The Chen Family were originally huge tycoons in Jiangning; they might not have tens of billions in private assets, but the amount under their control was far more than that. Just the assets Chen Mu used for charity every year were over a hundred million. Chen Yi had never thought money was that important.

But now the situation was critical; perhaps tens of millions could change the situation.

Finding a corner, Chen Yi checked his watch and sat on the pile of paper to wait, playing with the last two Scrolls.

Level 1 Intelligence Scroll and Level 2 Perception Scroll; the red silk threads were very bright, like exquisite handicrafts. Who knew that unraveling them could improve one's own abilities?

If they could help the family tide over this crisis, it would not be in vain for their magical power.

A Subway train came roaring.

Chen Yi slowly stood up, saw a few people walking up in the distance, and slowly sat down again.

It was a normal Subway.

After the people waiting for the train left, only he and a pile of paper remained on the platform, extremely empty.

At 22:30, a Subway train stopped silently in the station.

Chen Yi nimbly looked to both sides and stepped into the Carriage with one foot.

Inside, there was no one.

Looking up, Jiangning—the Nameplate of the Holy Qiao Kingdom—was posted high up.

Sure enough, it came.

Chen Yi excitedly dragged that pile of paper, panting as he thought that this time he should get a Strength Scroll.

Before the doors closed, all over a hundred jin of paper products were dragged into the Carriage.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

On the Car Window, various colors converged and dispersed again, making the light become multicolored.

Chen Yi examined this small space of over twenty meters with a completely different mindset. He even pressed his eyes against the connection between two Carriages, wanting to see the scene of the adjacent Carriage that couldn't be passed through.

Seats, handrails, small cards scattered on the ground, small ornaments and Magazines left on the seats—everything was like inside a normal Subway.

Suddenly, Chen Yi became alert.

How could there be small cards, abandoned magazines and accessories inside this subway train.

He hurriedly turned back, discovering that the carriage he was in wasn't that clean either.

On the ground lay a scrap of paper the size of a business card; bending down to pick it up, he could see strange patterns on it, like abstract animals, yet not very complete.

A bird, seemingly in a state of flight, its long pointed beak wide open, revealing sharp teeth inside.

Teeth? A stupid bird covered in teeth?

Apart from that there was no information; Chen Yi regretfully placed it in his jacket pocket, thinking to himself: I'll have to find an opportunity to have a professional take a look.

Alternating light and dark flashed by rapidly, followed by a long stretch of brightness.

As Chen Yi took the time to tidy his clothing, the subway slowly came to a stop.

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