Chapter 661: I

Throughout November, Li Ye was waiting for news from Hong Kong. He handed the arrangements for Han Chunmei and Li Ying's trip to Hong Kong to Pei Wencong, ensuring that buying the house, contacting the school, and hiring drivers, bodyguards, and a private doctor were all handled perfectly.

One day near the end of the month, Pei Wencong's call finally reached Li Ye's office.

"Hello, Mr. Li. Everything has been arranged. Your family can come over at any time."

"Good. I'll notify them to go as soon as possible. I'll have to trouble you to take care of them, Old Pei..."

"It's only right, it's only right. Don't worry, Mr. Li. Actually, if possible, I'd like to have your sister and the others stay at my place..."

"No need, they wouldn't be used to it."

Li Ye refused Pei Wencong's kindness. Mainly because Jin Peng's wife had already arrived in Hong Kong, and Han Chunmei preferred to be neighbors with people from her hometown. Staying at Pei Wencong's place would only make them feel uncomfortable.

As for Li Ye's mansion on the mountaintop, Li Ye didn't let them stay there.

Because Fu Guiru often went there to stay. No matter how magnanimous his mother was, she wouldn't tolerate living under the same roof. A woman's heart is truly unpredictable.

After Li Ye hung up the phone, he noticed that Wu Qingyi and Zheng Jiemin in the office were both stealing glances at him. When Li Ye looked back, they both formed seals with their hands, focused their minds, and began to meditate.

Li Ye couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He didn't know when it started, but Wu Qingyi had suddenly become obsessed with Qigong and had quickly developed several downline members in the unit, with Zheng Jiemin being one of them. The two of them would slack off and practice in the office at the drop of a hat.

According to Wu Qingyi's explanation, if one practiced this skill to a small degree of success, one could see and hear things from a distance, hear an ant crawling within dozens of meters, and see words written on paper by others.

So, he guessed that both of them were "channeling their energy" just now, trying to hear what Pei Wencong had said on the phone.

Li Ye glanced at Zheng Jiemin and asked, "Zheng Jiemin, have you organized the supply procurement plan for next year?"

Zheng Jiemin, who was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, looked at Li Ye and said indifferently, "The plan for next year isn't needed until next year, right? It's only November; what's the rush?"

【Who gave you the courage to talk to me, your section chief, like that? Is it your father-in-law? Or this bullshit Qigong you're practicing?】

Li Ye immediately retorted with an even colder attitude, "If I tell you to organize it, you organize it. Why all the chatter? Work hours are for working, not for you to practice these crooked paths."

"What crooked paths? This is science, do you understand?"

Zheng Jiemin's reaction was unexpectedly intense. He retorted to Li Ye, "Do you know that the National Qigong Association has already been established in Beijing?"

"We are a formal scientific research organization, and we are going to compete with the special ability research departments of the Lighthouse Country and the British Country."

"This is a matter of national importance. Are you trying to hinder me from contributing to the country?"

【What the hell kind of national importance.】

Li Ye knew that the Qigong craze started in the early 1980s. At that time, there was also a craze for special abilities overseas, so after the Qigong Association was established in 1986, Qigong entered a period of rapid and indulgent development.

Even Shuo Ye had written a novel about himself being able to fly, which showed just how hot the Qigong craze was at the time.

But to say that practicing Qigong during work hours was for the sake of contributing to the country was purely nonsense.

Li Ye smiled mockingly and said, "Alright then, I'll report this contribution of yours to the country and ask the factory to give you a special commendation."

"..."

Zheng Jiemin didn't dare to argue anymore. He just stared with wide eyes, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to kill Li Ye with his intent.

Don't be surprised; this skill really existed in those days, and it was considered "entry-level." The advanced ones could block nuclear bombs with their bare hands, three times more powerful than the Mahayana immortals in later web novels.

Unfortunately, Zheng Jiemin didn't have the aptitude. He hadn't even entered the door after practicing for more than half a month. In the end, unable to kill Li Ye, he could only start working in a fit of pique.

Li Ye watched Zheng Jiemin working with resentment, flipping through the account data with a loud rustle, and began to sneer inwardly.

Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a wife from a big courtyard. As long as you make a mistake in your work, I'll show you what a high-end son-in-law party is.

Relying entirely on my own ability, I don't even need my wife to take action to crush a small fry like you.

However, Wu Qingyi seemed to think he wasn't a small fry. Even after Li Ye had said all that, he was still there practicing his energy with his eyes closed, doing his own thing.

Perhaps Wu Qingyi felt that since the "soliciting bribes" incident, he had lost the opportunity to be promoted, so he was pinning his hopes on "Qigong" to help him complete a desperate counterattack!

Why was Qigong so sought after? Wasn't it because it could make one "omnipotent"? As long as one practiced it to success, one could silently kill off all one's competitors, and wouldn't the final victory be one's own?

Old Ding saw Li Ye's sharp gaze and suddenly asked, "Li Ye, do you think Qigong isn't science?"

Li Ye said calmly, "Seeing is not necessarily believing, let alone hearsay. In short, one sentence: anyone who asks you for money and sells training materials is a fucking liar."

"Oh~"

Old Ding nodded slowly, dismissing the idea of learning Qigong.

Old Ding knew Li Ye's status; his parents-in-law were both in the upper circles. If Qigong were really that magical, wouldn't those people be the first to practice it?

In this world, when has anything good ever been "bottom-tier priority"?

After Li Ye finished speaking, Wu Qingyi said coldly, "Not everyone likes money. Li Ye, you underestimate us too much."

Li Ye smiled strangely. "Don't be in a hurry, let's wait and see."

"Pfft~"

"Heh~"

Wu Qingyi and Zheng Jiemin both let out mocking laughs, as if they were laughing at Li Ye, a person full of the stench of copper, who used money to measure everything.

But a few days later, they were surprised to find that Li Ye's crow's mouth had actually come true.

Because Wu Qingyi's ability to develop members was strong, the Light Auto Company had formed a fixed Qigong practice team, and they even started practicing together outside during their lunch break.

Then, a master who taught the techniques came to provide guidance, stating that there were auxiliary training materials for sale, half-sold and half-given as a friendly gesture.

However, because Li Ye had been the first to put forward the view that "anyone who wants money is a liar," and it had been spread by Wu Qingyi and Zheng Jiemin, the master, who had always been successful, hit a solid wall at the Light Auto Company.

This was unacceptable! One rat dropping ruined a whole pot of porridge. If this view couldn't be suppressed, would everyone want to keep things free in the future?

So, one day at noon, Li Ye, who had finished his meal at the cafeteria, was intercepted halfway. ===== CHAPTER 662 =====