Chapter 87: Only I Am the Law Chapter 87: Caught in the Middle of Heaven and Earth

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Congyu, Chen Heng, and Fang Man Yi walked in together, the latter locking the door behind them, then asked right there: "Chen Yi, what's going on?"

"Just stand there." Chen Yi pointed to the bedroom door and said: "There's a bank account number on the desktop, Dad, you check it."

"What thing?"

Chen Yi smiled and said: "What could be in a bank account number."

Jin Douna shifted uneasily under the covers.

Chen Yi quickly reached out and pressed her down, firmly controlling her between his legs.

Chen Congyu made a call with a strange expression, while Fang Man Yi stared at her son, looking quite like she was demanding an explanation.

Student Chen sighed, putting on an air of great arrogance as he said: "Your son is a business genius, I made money on Wall Street, but I also offended people."

"What's going on?"

"I thought you found out from Tang Xiongfei." Chen Yi deliberately said this.

Chen Congyu's face turned red, changing the subject: "The account password."

Tang Xiongfei saw that Gold Source International offered the best development opportunities, so how could he easily give up the chance? Moreover, it was a matter between father and son; meddling recklessly would only make things worse.

He adhered to the principle of not asking and not saying, saying he didn't know even if asked, and perfunctorily went along with it. Chen Congyu and Fang Man Yi had not expected Chen Yi's company to be of such scale; they dragged things on and got no useful information at all.

Chen Yi glanced at his old man and, quite rudely, said: "You really aren't polite at all, my birthday's last three digits, plus the first four digits of Mom's."

Chen Congyu thought for a moment; fortunately, he hadn't really forgotten his wife's birthday, so he quickly entered it, then listened to the English numbers inside and was stunned.

"How is it?" Fang Man Yi pressed.

"7 million US dollars, a Citibank account."

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "Gold Source Company's account still has 25 million US dollars, and tomorrow it's estimated to rise to around 35 million."

"High-frequency trading makes that much money?" Chen Congyu was also an old hand who had roamed the business world, and he found it hard to believe.

He had done traditional business for many years, building the Chen Group from nothing into a large enterprise worth nearly ten billion RMB, inevitably using some of his father's authority or that intangible influence. Under so many favorable conditions, he still looked at thirty million US dollars with covetous eyes, and truly couldn't figure out how his son could earn such a huge sum in two or three months.

Chen Yi had to explain "Lightning Trading" again, continuing his earlier setup: "That Swiss friend of mine has some ideas in finance; now the money is here, 7 million is my allowance for the family."

The two parents exchanged glances; Fang Man Yi thought for a moment, took the account number from the table, and said: "Just right that we need money at home, we'll take it first. Now, tell us about those European kidnappers."

Jin Douna heard everything clearly under the blanket, and for a moment forgot the situation, but as soon as she moved slightly, Chen Yi, who was concentrating, noticed and pressed her down firmly.

She couldn't help but want to shake her head, but couldn't move at all, only able to breathe desperately.

Hot and cool air alternately appeared at Chen Yi's crotch; he couldn't help but shiver, regretting a little that he hadn't hidden Jin Douna under the bed.

Of course, he was also fortunate he hadn't hidden her under the bed.

After weighing his words, Chen Yi acted as if nothing was wrong and smiled: "I don't know the specifics, but I guess it should be business rivals from Wall Street."

The explanation was brief but reasonable, and both parents fell into thought.

Their influence was mainly concentrated in Jiangning; they were absolutely powerless abroad. Precisely for this reason, first-class families would keep their children studying domestically rather than sending them abroad to be abused.

But who could have imagined that Chen Yi actually ran to Wall Street himself and even drew out rival companies?

One could imagine that by Wall Street's standards, earning tens of millions of US dollars in a year truly didn't warrant special attention.

Seeing them thinking there, Chen Yi was truly anxious in his heart.

Jin Douna rubbed more and more vigorously under the blanket.

On one hand she was somewhat oxygen-deprived; on the other hand, she didn't know whether she was hoping to embarrass Chen Yi or for some other unclear reason.

Chen Yi felt the thin silk underwear was already completely soaked.

A soft tongue rubbed against skin beyond skin, and a strange pleasure instantly swept through his head, making his thighs tremble uncontrollably.

After the daytime disturbance, Jin Douna finally recalled her training content.

Her inexplicable resentment toward Chen Yi made her want to retaliate in such a special way—on the contrary, leaping up and shouting would be least in line with her character.

The bodily sensations became more and more sensitive; Chen Yi finally couldn't help but press down on her head.

Chen Congyu and Fang Man Yi seemed to have discussed it too, and at this moment said: "We know the matter; I think none of us should go back tonight."

He looked at his watch and said: "Nap for two hours, then we set off for the city; you need to tell the old man about this matter."

Not giving Chen Yi a chance to resist, he commanded again: "We two will be outside; you and Big Brother sleep in the room, don't curl up in the blanket—help everyone out."

Chen Yi could only shake his head, forcing himself to stay alert: "I'm dead tired; the US stock market works in the early morning; let me sleep first."

Everyone had no suspicion of him, so he muddled through.

The parents continued making calls outside; besides thanking those who helped, there were many more matters to consider.

To them, whether their son made money or not was almost an equally difficult proposition.

Big Brother Chen Heng was also exhausted; within one day, he had passed through the city center three or four times from the suburban military camp, with various thrilling programs interspersed in between.

Now he simply pushed the box on the bed to the floor and slept there; once the light was turned off, only even breathing sounds could be heard.

Chen Yi covered Jin Douna's mouth, signaling her not to make a sound, then held her waist and pulled her up a bit from underneath so she could breathe.

Her completely naked slender waist contained amazing elasticity; it felt tough and resilient to the touch.

Chen Yi's hand stayed there for a long time, unwilling to leave.

Jin Douna also made no sound, as if completely unaware of this, nestled in his arms.

Originally, this should have been a very harmonious picture.

Until Chen Yi's body tissue rose naturally and inexplicably.

Jin Douna was ashamed beyond bearing; the dormitory bed only accommodated two people sleeping on their sides, and there was nowhere to escape. She simply pressed her face against Chen Yi's chest, playing ostrich and not making a sound.

Chen Yi's swollen part grew ever firmer; he kept his body taut, holding the same posture, struggling amid pleasure and struggle.

"Fortunately there was the Saint Qiao Kingdom's training." Thinking this in his heart, Chen Yi couldn't help recalling the newly learned Pocket Qi.

Pocket Qi is an existence of energy body, but because it can attach to matter and possesses effects of increasing strength, hardness, toughness, sharpness and other aspects, it can be widely applied.

As for now, he naturally recalled Count Lanling's words, focusing his attention on that swollen area.

Jin Douna's whole body gave a shudder.

Amid the trembling, Chen Yi only felt he had thrust into a pincer attack between two parts, like a vanguard ambushed in a narrow valley, blissfully wanting to die.

He moved gently backward, gently forward...

Jin Douna's hands clutched his buttocks and back for dear life, breathing nearly soundlessly.

Without the real soul-shattering, it seemed yet truly soul-shattering.

Chen Yi's palm roamed everywhere, especially lingering at the junction of waist and hips.

That place was perhaps the Korean beauty's most beautiful spot.

Behind the pert fullness connected a rapidly tapering asymptote, making one's heart tremble while marveling at the Creator's magic.

"Bang bang, bang bang," again that damn knocking on the door.

Chen Yi's eyes were bloodshot; he made no sound, his body moving a bit faster.

Jin Douna instead worried about being discovered, but her slender waist was gripped tight, so she could only blow hot breath onto Chen Yi's chest.

She didn't know, this was a tremendous stimulus for a man.

Voices came from the corridor, seemingly an officer inquiring about Chen Congyu's situation; after a few perfunctory replies, he left satisfied.

Chen Yi's spirit was tensely focused as if cheating on the College Entrance Examination; his whole being entered a kind of abstruse state.

"Could doing this also help communicate with the Magic Net?" In the trance, he inexplicably thought.

Jin Douna's slightly sharp fingernails nearly scratched Chen Yi's back raw.

Before long, Chen Father knocked on the outer door, saying: "A Yi, A Heng, went to Grandpa's house, get up."

Chen Heng scrambled up at once; Chen Yi as usual tossed and turned in bed, seeming reluctant to rise, saying: "You go wash up first, I'll be over in a bit."

Jin Douna looked at him pitifully; the dawn sunlight made her little face appear especially pretty.

Chen Heng smiled and left, moving swiftly as if going to war.

Chen Yi watched Jin Douna unmoved, saying: "Until you explain clearly, I won't let you go."

As he spoke, he continued wrapping packing tape around her arms, binding her to the bed again, saying: "I'll be back around noon; if I don't see you, I'll immediately notify Zhu Guangliang, or someone else. Clear?"

"Mm." Jin Douna kicked her legs pitifully, then suddenly said: "Can I change clothes?"

"Change clothes?" Chen Yi lowered his head to look, and sure enough on the inner thighs and near the shorts he saw a stain neither large nor small.

Young men are always impulsive; he looked rather embarrassed for a moment, then had a sudden whim: "Anyway the weather's hot, I'll help you take them off."

Then, without another word, he stripped off Jin Douna's pitiful pair of shorts.

The Korean beauty arched her waist resisting, but aside from attracting eyeballs it had no effect.

"I heard that during a certain revolutionary period in China, after capturing bad elements, they'd first take away their belts to prevent escape..." Chen Yi looked satisfied at Jin Douna wearing only tight briefs, saying: "Stay at ease in the room, and by the way think about what else you should tell me, so you don't have to stay longer."

Finished speaking, he left the bedroom and locked it.

The family still rode in the F-150, heading straight for Jiangning City.

Ever since the old master retired, he had recuperated here and never left the city again.

Apart from the supercomputer and Gold Source International's equity situation, Chen Yi didn't intend to hide anything; he only thought for a while in his heart, then was prepared.

In his view, the old master had very little interest in matters outside China. When in office he still cared a bit; now he surely wouldn't bother.

As for more or less money, he probably cared even less.

In light of this, Chen Yi was extraordinarily at ease, even making Chen Congyu secretly ashamed.

No matter when facing his father, he could never be called composed and unhurried.

Just as Chen Yi predicted, the group eagerly ran to the old residence, yet didn't even get ten minutes of the old master's warm reception.

Only after serious business was done did Chen Yi and Chen Heng accompany the old master for two games of chess and watch some news before quietly leaving; as a son, Chen Congyu's treatment could never compare to a grandson's.

Although the old master wasn't willing to see people much, when they returned to the dormitory area they still saw Zhu Guangliang with dark circles, waiting downstairs at H Building Group No. 2.

Obviously it was the old master's life secretary, acting on the principle of not troubling two masters with one matter, directly called a certain Deputy Director comrade.

This civil servant with the look of a pale-faced scholar, harboring a bellyful of complaints, handed Chen Yi a watch with a beaming smile, saying: "Mr. Chen, I know you young people dislike constraints; this is an emergency pager, with our serial number, priority level and other info; the numbers are all ranked at the front; if you have any trouble in the future, just press the button and someone will come to rescue..."

"This advanced?"

"First responders might be police, or our field personnel nearby. But it won't be a simple 110 alarm." Zhu Guangliang said with a smile: "Rest assured, with the priority and serial number, police dispatch speed is top-notch; our country's civil servant system, when necessary, is still full of vitality."

Chen Yi couldn't help laughing.

The watch looked like a fashionable sports watch; besides two obvious yellow and red buttons, it had seven or eight small buttons for adjustment.

Zhu Guangliang personally guided from the side: "Press both big buttons simultaneously, then press any small button, and the call is complete. If it's a wrong call, then long-press both big buttons..."

As he spoke he demonstrated again.

The two were researching enthusiastically when a cloud blocked the sunlight.

Looking up, it was a girl wearing red sportswear, using an extremely serious tone: "You two, which one is Chen Yi? I'm Lin Yuan, Class Monitor of Economics and Finance Major Class 1, Management College."

The interrupted Zhu Guangliang was very unhappy; who was he? He was the super civil servant whom even fruit vendors dared not report for stealing fruit; he didn't even glance at the little girl, only saying: "Mr. Chen, there are three more functions, let me explain them to you in detail."

Lin Yuan didn't yield an inch: "I don't care what identity you have outside; since you entered Jiangning University, since you're in Class 1, you must follow the rules everyone follows; now go to the Small Auditorium for a meeting."

Finished speaking, she actually twisted her body and walked away.

Chen Yi gave a bitter smile twice, patted Zhu Guangliang, saying: "Sorry, the county magistrate is not as good as the county manager; I'll take it back and study it later."

Zhu Guangliang could only give him a rough, shoddy instruction manual, watching him leave, heart burning with rage, black leather shoes grinding fiercely on the ground: He hated aristocratic scions the most!

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