Chapter 94: Only I Am Unique Chapter 94: Always Daytime

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

During military training, the adorable students were doing all sorts of sweat-inducing exercises on the playground.

Sometimes they did them standing, sometimes sitting, sometimes lying down, sometimes standing rigidly for tens of minutes slower than falling asleep, sometimes singing while doing them, and occasionally panting as they performed movements resembling jogging or sprinting.

At such times, Chen Yi often stood on the high 23rd Floor, looking down from above, serving his classmates.

All human happiness and unhappiness stem from unfairness—a world of absolute fairness is a world where everyone is unhappy.

The Class Monitor had once responsibly come to find Chen Yi, hoping he could better integrate into the group.

Then he was defeated by a rather amusing Appointment Letter.

With so many students at school wanting to escape military training, and the school unable to completely stop it, they could only limit a certain number of slots.

The Appointment Letter was produced under such circumstances by the hand of a talentless Cadre.

Ugly but extremely useful.

And during this period, Chen Yi had ample time to choose between the Saint Qiao Kingdom and New York, United States.

Grendel was like his professional Body Technique coach, training in the Subway, with the former demanding near perfection from every one of Chen Yi's movements.

Although it was hard, the effect was very significant.

Except that in perceiving the Magic Net, he still could not be satisfied enough to break through the bottleneck, but in terms of quantitative accumulation, it was quite good.

Judging by the consistent changes of the Crystal Screen, Chen Yi believed that once he broke through the level of Body Technique, the Crystal Screen would surely undergo a significant change.

On the other hand, the income from Gold Source International was close to stable, bringing in between 15 million and 20 million US Dollars daily; given that the "Siren"'s computing power was limited, to avoid detection, Chen Yi had to keep the funds controlled by Tang Xiongfei between 30 million and 50 million US Dollars, with the excess entering accounts in the Cayman Islands or being transferred to Citibank.

These were all very clean money; aside from arousing envy, there was no legal risk. Chen Yi had the Chen Family behind him, and with its enormous size, swallowing this amount of funds was equivalent to consuming the protein from a fly.

Thus, his amount of cash began to swell dramatically.

Having just entered the stable period for barely two weeks, not counting the money on the company accounts, the numbers in his accounts at the two banks both exceeded nine digits.

An investment of almost zero cost could be called a true ten-thousand-fold profit in the financial market.

Other evaluation institutions, when analyzing Gold Source International, only regarded it as a front company, and still had to deduct its Supercomputer expenses as usual—a very large sum.

Precisely because of this, the loan amount they could get from banks was always subject to various restrictions. Because Tang Xiongfei could not and would not provide the technical support company behind it, and without detailed income and expenditure Report Forms, the banks were naturally not forthcoming.

Chen Yi was not anxious about this.

Now it was only the elementary era of capital accumulation; to gain a foothold on Wall Street, several hundred million US Dollars was not enough.

However, with this money, his expenses in New York were no longer a problem.

As the largest city in the world, it could be said to have gathered the world's finest service industry talent, possessing the best enjoyment and the most complete living system—the only thing limiting people was US Dollars.

Although limited by age and ID restrictions at many venues, Chen Yi could not roam freely in New York City, but spending his evenings on the other side of Earth and enjoying endless sunlight was still a very pleasant thing.

At 3 AM Beijing time, Chen Yi sat on sunny Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, drinking the Energy Recovery Potion mixed with coffee he had prepared himself, gazing at the observation deck of the Empire State Building, and it was always easy to think that if there really were vampires in the world—actually it was impossible—they would surely choose to see the Empire State Building in New York the previous night, and see the Jiangjin waves in Jiangning the next night, which would probably be a different kind of charm.

Of course, they would need Energy Recovery Potions.

The waitress at the coffee shop looked at Chen Yi with interest; seeing him raise his cup and put it down again, she hurried forward, refilling his coffee while saying in a pleasant and slow tone: "Are you here in New York to study?"

"Oh, no, doing business." Chen Yi said casually.

"Family business?"

"Yes."

The waitress's smile grew brighter. A young businessman who could drink coffee on Fifth Avenue was almost certainly doing family business; such a young man had prospects.

In the capitalist world, aside from a few lucky children who, choosing the right industry, could earn their first pot of gold before age twenty, the remaining young people who could stroll around Fifth Avenue were mostly children of the rich.

In fact, children who could earn their first pot of gold might not continue to make money in the days to come, until becoming so-called tycoons.

Compared to unstable future tycoons, family boys with trust funds were obviously more adorable.

The waitress bowed deeply, revealing a deep cleavage, and smiled: "Would you like to order pancakes? They're our signature."

"Sure." Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, unable to help but look her up and down.

A typical American girl, dressed fashionably, with a figure that was slender yet curvaceous. Because she was young, her fair skin was passable; light makeup concealed minor flaws while making her eyes more spirited.

Although she was a waitress, in America, this was the survival path for countless entertainment stars before they became famous.

Girls who could work on Fifth Avenue were even more not to be underestimated; the tips they earned serving coffee for a day might be the total salary of all workers in a domestic workshop.

And girls qualified to receive tips naturally had good conditions in all aspects.

Chen Yi felt some excitement amid his admiration. In his memory, his uncle's son Chen Ye, and his own Eldest Brother Chen Heng, during university, did not know how many girls had hit on them.

Only he had not.

Now he had finally fulfilled a dream!

The story of proud beauties exists, but that does not mean beauties are all proud.

After generations of natural or unnatural genetic improvement, aside from a few unlucky children, most Aristocratic Scions had decent looks, and with all hardware conditions complete, winning the favor of beauties was the most normal thing.

A moment later, three pancakes were served on a beautiful British bone china plate; the waitress pointed at them and smiled: "I added one extra on my own; it's free."

Chen Yi smiled and said: "Thank you."

"I'm Emily, a student at Cornell University, and I happen to be working here today." The waitress turned around, showing off her good figure, and smiled: "Working on Fifth Avenue for two months can pay my rent, but I rarely see Chinese people here; you're Chinese, right?"

"Yes." Chen Yi said, thinking: "You're from Cornell University? Are there many Chinese students there?"

"Not many." The flirting was successful, making this typical fashionable girl quite happy; she immediately began introducing the school's situation.

She thought Chen Yi wanted to study here.

Chen Yi listened casually, nodding from time to time, occasionally finding time to check emails. Tang Xiongfei was working on Wall Street.

The Boss of the coffee shop saw it but did not come over to disturb him.

Relying on the fame of Fifth Avenue, a shop wanting to operate smoothly needs these pretty and fresh part-time female students, whose pay mainly comes from tips; since it is part-time work, they can earn consumption in any shop, so a free working environment is especially important.

Disturbing female staff members from catching a golden turtle son-in-law is probably the greatest sin a boss could commit.

Chen Yi is a black man without a passport, and things in New York cannot be told to others; now that a girl is willing to introduce him, he is happy to listen to her speak slowly.

As a top student of Cornell University, Emily does not understand Chinese, but she is very good at communicating with foreign students.

She can basically describe events, actions, and people using the simplest 2000 words, and at most 6000 words can complete all language communication.

Chen Yi's English was originally not bad; after hard work before the College Entrance Examination, apart from professional vocabulary being hard to understand, speaking slowly, his level is no lower than that of New York taxi drivers.

It did not take long before he figured out that the Lower East Side of New York is where the most Chinese people gather. There are also quite a few Jews and Latin Americans there, while young white people live there because of work.

And buying, selling, or renting houses is also very easy.

Since many Americans come and go to New York for work and have no time to view houses, diligent real estate agents can help with every step.

Including selecting listings, viewing houses, emailing photos and videos, exploring surrounding facilities, and consulting neighbors and community conditions—as long as one is willing to spend money, there are plenty of people willing to "serve you."

Speaking of this, Emily laughed and said: "We rent an apartment outside the school, found through an agent, but it's not that good. Those who can serve full-time all work in the center of Manhattan."

"Where can we find them?"

"Newspapers, the internet, or the Yellow Pages. Wait, I'll help you find one." Emily enthusiastically ran into the shop, brought back a stack of newspapers, and said: "The insert ads here are all from real estate companies."

Never mind, she did not leave, but sat beside to help.

Chen Yi casually picked one, dialed the phone number himself, said a few words, then said: "I want to buy a house near Times Square, and also rent two apartments in the Lower East Side; can you find them?"

The other party readily agreed: "What are your requirements for the nearby area?"

"The house in Times Square must be close to the intersection, very close; the Lower East Side must be close to all kinds of gourmet restaurants, preferably places where reservations can be made at any time."

If staying in the United States all night watching the stock market, the Lower East Side would probably be a good place; there are delicious restaurants not inferior to other areas of New York, and quite a few restaurants can communicate in Chinese.

And the house in Times Square is purely prepared for short trips.

Emily listened with rippling eyes, hating not to immediately throw herself onto Chen Yi and settle this golden turtle son-in-law.

Times Square—buying a house there costs enough to travel to Mars.

After finishing the call, Chen Yi asked again: "Where in New York are there many papers for sale? All kinds of paper?"

Emily said a couple of sentences, not getting the point, and volunteered: "I'll go with you to find it."

Chen Yi finished the coffee mixed with Energy Recovery Potion in one breath, saying: "You don't have to work?"

"It's fine, there are plenty of staff today."

Facing possibly a multimillionaire tycoon, what does a boss matter anyway.

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Aside from word count: after the rainstorm, stroll around the prosperous area; the evening update will be slightly late.

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