Chapter 63 Suspicion

  Apart from a strong sense of self-esteem and an unrelenting ambition to climb higher, Wang Zong is overall an excellent, self-abusive, clear-headed about his future, standard issue non-benevolent second-generation rich kid.

  His main energy is concentrated between comparison and struggle.

  Climbing is a very laborious task. When you see someone with a Yongjiu brand bicycle, not only do you have to think of ways to get a BMW, but also at different times and places, in the form of subtle words, explain the goodness and excellence of BMW bicycles, as well as its uniquely high price.

  If I were to run into someone who doesn't understand the trade, I'd really have to vomit up blood and drink it back down again, just to avoid being discovered and losing face.

  Now, the confident Wang Tong suddenly discovered that it was actually a beautiful waist that hindered his almost successful climbing plan, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

  Even if I temporarily find a beautiful woman, I'm afraid it's hard to find one with such a figure.

  He looked at his palm and next to it was a half-old unfortunate T-shirt, but it was a man's.

  The latter also leaned over and whispered in his ear: "This is a cheerleader, look at that thin waist."

  "What's the big deal." Wang Tong replied uncomfortably, deciding to leave: "Anyway, let's meet in New York next time. If Chen's family doesn't go bankrupt, I'm sure you'll have money to come to New York."

  Always have to finish Jiangning's last show off.

  He finally won. Wang Dong thought to himself, trying his best not to look at the beautiful Korean girl who was radiating a spring-like aura with her lovely figure.

  Just as a smile was about to appear on his face, Chen Yi smiled warmly and said: "If the Wang family falls, I suppose you'll return to Jiangning. At that time, we can still meet."

  Kim Duna laughed loudly on purpose.

  Wang Dong's face was as red as a sausage, but actually it wasn't that embarrassing. His friends around him remained calm.

  But Wang Gang was a man who couldn't be provoked, and seeing that he had more people on his side, he even had the idea of rushing up and beating him until his face was covered in bruises.

  His companion understood what he meant and hastily pulled him away, saying: "This is a school, let's go first."

  Chen Yi continued to gaze at them with a cold smile. Having traveled back and forth in the Kingdom of Saint Qio more than ten times, that was over three hundred hours of training, with the physical skills taught by the Holy Knights, challenging Tyson would be impossible, but bullying a few middle school students wouldn't be anything. At least he had over a hundred kilograms of punching power, 11 seconds and 5 tenths of a second speed for a hundred meters, his physical quality was already in a different league.

  His calm demeanor piqued Jindona's curiosity, and she leaned in closer to Chen Yi, asking, "Aren't you worried they'll get angry?"

  Chen Yi smiled but didn't speak, her hand gently pinched at her waist.

  Jindal was still thinking, if the other party came uninvited, what should she do, Wang Tong and others left in a huff. The Chen family's hundred-legged worm has not died yet, it is now in a state of "not enough to make things happen, but enough to spoil things". If you really want to deal with them, Cornell University will definitely not be able to go, with this consideration, no one dares to come uninvited.

  Chen Yi himself had something to rely on, so he naturally just treated it as a small episode. After handing the water to Jindona, he spread his hands and said, "I have to go deal with some things first."

  "Give me your phone." Jindona is now taking the initiative without any previous shyness.

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

  Wang Gang and others observed from a distance in the car, seeing this scene, someone behind him exclaimed: "That Korean chick, is she the one he just hooked up with? Can't believe they can meet such a beautiful girl at Jiang Da or is it a foreigner?"

  Wang Dong's eyes were red with anger, and he said in a hateful tone: "Once we get to New York, there will be plenty of hot chicks like this."

  "That's only possible in Eastern Europe." Someone chimed in with a laugh and patted the person in front of him, saying: "Let's get going, no need to compare with those aristocratic families, it's a waste of energy."

  They are just a group of rich people. Heaven has no doors, earth has no worries, struggling and learning, all for the sake of changing their situation, except that they are richer than ordinary people, there is not much difference.

  Wang Gang didn't take his eyes back until he couldn't see anyone's shadow.

  Mimi drove away slowly in the opposite direction.

  Thousands of miles away, Jindona stepped on the accelerator and let out a "hurray" to celebrate. After 10 days of research and contemplation, a whole day of execution and... exercise, she finally completed her first contact with Chen Yi, which was surprisingly smooth and somewhat beyond her expectations.

  Looking back on the events of that day, Jindona's face turned red again, her hands grasping the steering wheel were even a bit pale, and her feet unconsciously stepped on the accelerator.

  "There's always a day like this. It's not bad that it started with him." Kim Duna thought, and suddenly Chen Yi's handsome young face appeared in her mind, along with his last calm expression, which seemed to resemble Miss somewhat.

  No, it's like Shi Da Ge, that's an expression of being in control of everything, more like a quiet waiting.

  Waiting for others to make a decision, and no matter what kind of decision it is, it will not affect oneself.

  Previously unnoticed, now carefully combed through, Kim Duna felt more and more strange, muttering to herself: "In the files, his physical condition seemed ordinary, except for being slightly taller than his peers, and in sports, he could only be said to be above average..."

  There's a problem!

  Kim Duna suddenly remembered that when she was rubbing against the clothes in the room, her fingers grasped the muscles. The perfect structure and solid touch were obviously the result of systematic exercise.

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

  Jin Douna believed in her own fingers, everything she touched would form a concrete image in her mind. She desperately assembled Chen Yi's physique in her mind, solid chest muscles, arched back muscles, and undulating abdominal muscles. The most special was the triceps brachii, which was directly opposite the biceps brachii, the muscle at the back of the upper arm, which was rarely used in ordinary exercise, even with persistent training, without professional guidance, it was difficult to achieve results.

  Thinking of the feeling when they touched, Jindal's feet stepped down more forcefully, but her brain was spinning faster than a wheel.

  The information I got is the latest, it shouldn't have such serious errors. Should we report the doubtful points?

  Chen Yi is practicing with whom again?

  He is still a high school student in his third year, shouldn't he be spending time on the college entrance exam?

  What's the story behind the so-called "sleep god" on the exam scene?

  This is an opportunity, and if I can get more information, I will definitely leave a deep impression on the upper level.

  Kim Duna thought for a moment and the car sped up even more.

  A police car pulled up with a siren blaring, indicating for her to pull over.

  Jin Douna glanced at the rearview mirror, lightly tapped the steering wheel, and took out a stack of prepared documents from the glove compartment under her seat, then selected the top one.

  Fierce police comrades, under the halo of certificates, have transformed back into Police Uncle, with a smile on their face, kind and approachable.

  Chen Yi sat in the taxi, also thinking about today's past and present, with some doubts, some nostalgia, but more excitement.

  Although nothing was really done, it seemed like a lot was actually accomplished.

  It's roughly a good start for my university life.

  A row of company signs flashed before his eyes, Chen Yi fixed on one and hurriedly said: "Master, stop here."

  As soon as you get off the bus, you can see countless similar "certificate companies". These are all agencies that handle procedures on behalf of companies. As long as you pay a little money, everything from business and tax affairs to errands can be saved.

  He randomly found a larger one, chose the name "Jinyuan International Financial Co., Ltd.", set the minimum registered capital of 100,000 yuan, and Chen Yi came to the outside, picked up the phone and dialed his mother's assistant Zhou Qiang, saying: "Sister Zhou, I've already started processing the certificate."

  She reported her location while speaking.

  Zhou Qiang quickly rushed over. She was a woman in her thirties, who had worked at the Chen Group for two or three years and then served as Secretary and Assistant to Mrs. Chen for five or six years, with some reputation within the foundation. Similar to his father's secretary, Chen Yi often asked for her help.

  Chen Yi said with a smile, "Zhou Jie, I want to take out a loan of about 6 million RMB for three months. Can you help me find someone to guarantee it?"

  6 million RMB, almost 1 million USD, after paying to Xinbiyou, there will still be nearly 1 million RMB left. Such a large amount of money, Chen Yi took the scroll and traveled around the world, it's possible that he could make up for it by picking up leaks, but the time and effort spent would definitely not be small.

  And "maybe" things are always idealized.

  Compared to other options, banks are the most suitable channel for financing - that's exactly what they do for a living. If business people all over the world didn't need money, banks would have gone bankrupt one by one long ago.

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

  Zhou didn't think Chen Yi's request was strange, nor was she surprised by the amount required. Instead, she asked naturally, "What do you want to use it for?"

  "It's hard to say."

  "You don't say it, I can't help you with that." Zhou Qiang had her own way of refusing, and she didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

  Chen Yi had already thought it through and smiled, saying: "If you really want me to say, the answer I get may also be fake. It's guaranteed not to be a consumption, but an investment. And I'm not asking the foundation to help with guarantees."

  Hearing that it wasn't in the name of the foundation, Zhou Xiang felt relieved and sat down on a chair with ease, smiling: "Then what did you call me here for?"

  "Aren't you acquainted with many people?" Chen Yi hehe smiled twice.

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