Chapter 74 I Cultivate Myself
Chen Yi waved his hand and beckoned a servant over, asking in a low voice, "Who is the beautiful woman beside Mr. Mark?"
As they spoke, two $20 bills were handed over.
Not to mention the deputy manager is not here at this moment, even if he was here, he couldn't stop a $40 tip.
The messenger swiftly put it in his pocket and said in a low voice, "That is Catherine, the second daughter of the president of the Mellon Bank, a famous socialite in New York."
Chen Yi made a strange smile and said: "Mark has just come from the Vatican for a short time, and Xiao Zi is really fierce."
"America likes Italy." The waiter walked away with a smile.
Vatican is located on Italian territory.
Chen Yi suddenly looked enlightened, his brain racing wildly.
Merrill Lynch is one of the world's top five investment banks, slightly weaker than Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs, but still a giant. Its subsidiary BlackRock Merrill is a world-class investment management company, controlling assets worth $1 trillion, which is enough to move the earth.
Such a world-class bank, with economic resources that can be mobilized internationally, is already enough to rival emerging countries like China. Their influence on Wall Street in New York far surpasses that of China.
For some smaller and weaker countries, even mobilizing political resources may not be enough to outdo these Wall Street giants.
With such great power and interests at stake, it is normal for all sorts of plots and conspiracies to emerge, and Chen Yi also unconsciously associates in the direction of plots and conspiracies.
The Vatican people have a traditional habit of being greedy. Their desire for wealth can be seen in the indulgences.
If the Easterners who yearn for wealth the most are eunuchs, and the Westerners who yearn for wealth the most are Jews, then the ones who yearn for wealth the most in the world should be the Vatican people.
Under the golden signboard of the Papal States, the Church adopted various means to expand its own rights. When they succeeded, they often seized a large amount of benefits, and when they failed, they shifted the responsibility to Italy - as if every person in the Papal States was Italian.
If it weren't for his own questionable background, Chen Yixing might have gone forward to chat with Malak and confirm his identity.
Now I can only remember his appearance, snap my fingers and call the waiter to pay the bill.
A burly fellow, resembling a football player, suddenly burst in from the doorway.
At this time it was almost dinner time, and the poor deputy manager tried to stop him but was knocked to the ground and became a mop.
Several people let out cries of surprise, and the sound of the crowd getting up and making way came from all directions.
"Just wait a minute." Chen Yi was in no hurry to pay the bill and sat there watching the performance, casually handing the waiter 20 dollars.
The latter also stood by with ease and introduced cleverly: "This is Catherine's traditional boyfriend, the Yankees' substitute strong bat."
It's all simple English, Chen Yi listened and understood about 70-80%, and couldn't help but say: "This guy is over 300 pounds, what does traditional boyfriend mean?"
"They are open." The waiter used the word "open".
Chen Yixin handed over another $20 and said, "Go buy me a bottle of champagne, I want to take a good look."
The waiter looked embarrassed and stammered: "Do you have a passport or ID card?"
He looks tender-faced and is obviously under the drinking age.
Chen Yi searched his pockets and handed over the last few $20 bills he had, saying: "Get a good champagne. Half a bottle or two cups."
"No problem." The waiter said nothing more and strode resolutely towards the kitchen.
This is also in a restaurant, if it were in a hotel, even if you want to wear hemp clothes and smoke hemp cigarettes, the doorman can get them for you.
The capitalist world of gold and silver had long since defined the price of rules.
The champagne arrived just in time and was placed on the table. Two foreigners, after a bunch of nonsense, started physical contact.
One was a 300-pound behemoth of a man who ate steroids for breakfast, the other a standard-issue Italian pretty boy in a bespoke suit. It sounded like the setup for a banquet performance where the former would devour the latter whole. But things weren't quite that way.
Only to see the furious strong stick hand, with a restrained attitude, swung his left arm and hammered towards the handsome foreigner's shoulder.
He raised his hands slightly and tilted them a little, and the cool breeze brushed past his suit.
He swung his arm back with a loud "whoosh", only to find that the handsome foreigner was already standing behind him, so he had no choice but to turn around laboriously.
Marke took two small steps back, his suit tail fluttering, and flashed again to his right hand weak side.
Chen Yi immediately sat up straight.
He is no longer a city boy who doesn't understand anything. After special training under the Holy Knights, he can see the specialness of this handsome foreigner at a glance.
This kind of agility in movement, dynamic visual observation sensitivity, is at least at the level of a fourth or fifth dan in martial arts, equivalent to his current abilities.
Within the confines of 9th-level body techniques, 5th-level body techniques are already the standard for mid-to-high-ranking knights. On the battlefield, such knights often serve as battalion commanders, forming the backbone of an army's strength.
On earth, such a figure is not a professional athlete, but should be a deeply hidden rivers and lakes person, connected with the Vatican, making people think.
The strong-armed man was stunned for a moment, then attacked twice again, both of which were dodged. Finally, he became furious and threw the chair out.
This time, it naturally disturbed other guests. Chen Yi was the closest and suffered a disaster first. The chair next to him was taken away, not to mention that the strong hand wanted to rob his chair.
Chen Yi naturally didn't comply, stretching out one hand to grasp the wrist of this fellow, using force to push him away, warning: "Don't bother me, play your actor well."
The previous sentence was spoken in English, and the next one is Chinese.
The power scroll he tore open when he entered the door has not expired yet. 110 kilograms plus his own strength, absolutely over 200. Not to mention a 300-pound big man, even an ox can make him swing its head.
The strong hand didn't notice and staggered backward.
He hadn't said anything yet, but the woman who was the fuse of the dispute suddenly exclaimed: "Chinese Kung Fu?"
It seems that even if Chen Yi doesn't eat a lot of green plum sauce, she will still have a good feeling.
This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire, a loud shout of "Strong!" and he actually lowered his body and charged over - a standard American football tackle move.
If you really grasp it, your muscles and bones will become soft and weak, and you'll turn into a useless person.
Chen Yi glared at that woman, she was indeed a troublemaker - whether in words or appearance.
At the same time, he also noticed the expression of the foreigner Mark, and suddenly realized that if he could see through the other's technique, the other would inevitably be able to see through his own.
But he couldn't let the strong man grab him, so under everyone's watchful eyes, he twisted and pushed with his habitual physical training moves, guiding him away smoothly.
Then he kicked his fat butt with all his might and said, "I told you not to bother me."
Qiang Bang's own momentum, combined with the power given to him by Chen Yi, made it impossible for him to stop his pace. He rushed forward wildly until he crashed into a wine cabinet in front of him, producing a loud "clang".
Unfortunately, very few people went to watch his bear style, more people were applauding for Chen Yi.
After thousands of hours of practice, the action is especially smooth and beautiful, plus the relatively disparate figure, many people stood up and applauded.
Chen Yi smiled slightly and bowed to the surrounding knights.
The ladies' applause grew louder.
Malak's expression turned cautious as he carefully recalled his previous actions.
The alarm outside the door went "Woo-woo".
Two police officers in military uniforms rushed in and found that it was just a fight between people. They put their hands on their guns but did not draw them out.
Qiang Bang covered his head with his hand, rolled over from the ground, stared at his fist-sized eyeballs and grunted, then took out his phone and started dialing.
As a New York celebrity, he has certain privileges.
The police officer saw it but pretended he didn't know and instead directed Chen Yi, shouting loudly: "Stand against the wall."
The tone was severe but no force was used.
The crowd suddenly became noisy, and many people explained what had just happened to the police uncle.
For the gentlemen and ladies present, the phrase "trouble" is rarely associated with themselves. Such a young man who gives people a good impression should have received better treatment.
Mark, for some reason, suddenly walked up to Chen Yi and smiled: "Hello, I'm Mark, an Italian, thank you for your help."
"Speak a bit slower." Chen Yi nodded politely, observing his surroundings and planning an escape route at the same time.
He didn't have too much worry, relying on the fighting power of two military police officers, in such a chaotic restaurant, leaving still had seven or eight chances.
Mark noticed and said immediately: "I have some connections, maybe I can save you some trouble."
He was slightly more diligent than usual, his own thoughts were because of the opponent's relief and produced by the opponent, never thinking that there would be a green juice fruit, this kind of fruit that produces good feelings.
"Oh, thank you very much." Chen Yi didn't refuse to help just because the other person was a foreigner. He changed his expression to a relaxed one and asked again: "Are you from Wall Street?"
Ma Ke smiled and said, "No."
The foreign girl next to him answered actively: "Mark is a priest."
There was a somewhat self-satisfied tone in his words. It seemed that having a priest wrapped around his finger could further demonstrate his charm.
Now Chen Yi was even more suspicious of his relationship with that foreign guy Stanik.
Mark seemed somewhat dissatisfied with his identity being exposed, but didn't show it, and instead smiled at Chen Yi and asked: "Are you here in New York for tourism?"
"So let's hurry back." Chen Yi shrugged his shoulders, without any intention of introducing himself.
Mark smiled and said magnanimously: "I hope we have a chance to meet again next time."
As he spoke, he took out his business card and went to talk to the police officer.
After a while, Chen Yi was allowed to leave the restaurant. The socialite seemed to be quite interested in him and reluctantly left her phone number behind.
Back in Times Square, it was already afternoon in America.
Chen Yi carefully entered the phone booth and then arrived smoothly at the Kingdom of Sanqiao.
The voices of the monks wishing peace are reassuring.
"Put your things away first, Grindelwald, come on." Chen Yi beckoned to the Holy Knight.
A robust man of eight feet tall came swiftly with a jumping posture, as fast as a jumping brown bear: "Master."
"You said there's someone with the same level of martial arts as me, how long does he need to train?" Chen Yi paused for a moment and added: "Without any divine elixirs or such things."
"You are now at the level of Body Technique 5th rank." The Holy Knight thought to himself, "Without divine oil, one cannot sustain practice, and the effect of sustained practice is the best. To reach your current level, it would take about 20 times as long. And in reality, it takes even longer."
He actually estimated not only the effect of the holy oil but also the effect of the physical exercise method.
An ordinary person would never have the opportunity to receive a specially designed physical training program, let alone one designed by a renowned paladin.
It was he who had a natural talent back then, worked hard and diligently trained his body to the fourth or fifth level of martial arts, using up five or six years of time, let alone an ordinary person.
"Twentyfold time." Chen Yi immediately calculated that he had used about 1,000 hours for training, and twenty times that would be 20,000 hours. Without the subway's time-doubling effect, even if he spent 10 hours a day, it would take 2,000 days.
That's 7 years.
If we also consider the Earth and the Kingdom of San Chou, there should be a technical difference in physical training. That's why Mark, at least 10 years would be needed to reach a similar level in martial arts training.
Chen Yi couldn't help but shake his head, these Vatican people really didn't hold back on spending money.
Mark 10 years ago was just a teenager, how much cost did it take to cultivate him from that time?
In the 21st century's profit-driven way, even old-money families no longer cultivate members like this. Only religious organizations like the Vatican still maintain a strong spirit of succession.
The crystal screen made a "ding" sound, indicating that the monks' categorization technique was complete and 2.47 million gold coins had been injected into the currency column as a reminder.
The holy knight interrupted his train of thought and said, "Master Chen, shall we continue today's training?"
"Good." Chen Yi suddenly puffed out his chest.
Even if you've been training for 10 years, I can surpass you in just a few months.
Mind your own Vatican business!
He raised his head and said, "Grendel, I want to be able to easily defeat a fifth-level martial artist in a short period of time."
"Yes, sir!" The Holy Knight stood up straight like a warrior, his tone firm.
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