Chapter Fifty-Seven: Made-to-Measure

  Chen Yi goes to the Kingdom of Saint Qiao every night and studies 30 hours of body techniques with Holy Knight Glendal. Due to a time difference of about three times, it is equivalent to having nearly 20 more hours of thinking time.

  He used this time to think about specific things, guiding his future development, distinguishing between light and heavy urgency, and in the remaining time, he continued to communicate with Must Optimism Company and ask his sister about relevant knowledge.

  Chen Rongxi's computer foundation is quite solid, and although the self-taught supercomputer part is not profound, it is actually sufficient. As a result, the negotiation progressed quickly, and both parties rapidly conducted substantive consultations. The only thing lacking was the tens of millions of yuan in down payment.

  Chen Yi wasn't too concerned about this, still doing what he should be doing without intentionally looking for money. The saying "a single coin can kill a heroic man" is because heroes have always been poor - if they're rich, they're not benevolent. These wealthy and ruthless people always have various ways to make money, whether it's swindling or clever business deals, which are the capital and foundation they use to show off.

  At the very least, asking parents for tens of millions is not a big deal. Chen Zongyu obtained another 500 million yuan in credit from the bank, temporarily alleviating the funding problem, and the Chen family immediately entered a position where they could both attack and defend, without the immediate worry of bankruptcy and reduced imminent financial pressure.

  In such cases, if it's just to show one's strength and independence, trying to save money that doesn't affect the overall situation with three or even thirty times more time and effort for parents is absolutely not Chen Yi's worldview.

  In just ten short days, Chen Yi traveled back and forth to the Kingdom of Saint Qiao nine times, never empty-handed. He would bring over at least one box, sometimes two boxes of paper, as well as various scrolls and potions that he would pick up along the way. There was no way he could use them all up, so he had to stash them away for reserve. Even so, there were still over 80 million gold coins left unspent in his account.

  This is still what he did every time he didn't take enough goods to go, and later only chose cheap and familiar paper to bring to Sanqiao, and even lazy to buy and carry perfume and spices.

  His casual words had a huge impact on the law masters.

  Every two or three days, tens of thousands to millions of scrolls are stored in the warehouse, it's simply unthinkable. The elemental matrix is even more overwhelming than years of accumulation.

  Timothy was secretly delighted and also sincerely terrified. He was happy about the endless scroll materials, which were as overwhelming as a beautiful chest press, making people dizzy with happiness - asking the Holy Knights to teach, and there were such good additional benefits - he now knew why the notes of the previous generation's masters, whenever they mentioned the master, were not only full of reverence but also joyful words. As for his terror, it was nothing more than worrying that the good times would end, having gotten used to accumulating materials at this speed, and then going back to the era of accumulating over a thousand scrolls per month, which was truly nauseating.

  Filled with all sorts of happiness and worries about the gold coins, Timothy must urge Sir Knight to do his best to keep the master, making him feel the value of training.

  At this critical moment for the kingdom, Grindel also knew its importance. He was always on high alert every day, striving to improve his training effect and make the master feel the benefits of training in a short period of time. He also understood that for beginners, having some achievements and showing some results were more useful than saying many words.

  As a legendary Holy Knight known throughout the continent, Grendel's martial arts skills are comparable to Einstein among middle school students.

  They were an entire race that, under the threat of national extinction, worked hard to develop martial arts. Except for a few children with magical talents, almost everyone took becoming a knight as their lifelong goal. Under such pressure and competition, Grenadier, who became a holy knight, spent half a month thinking deeply and came up with a design plan that can be said to have completely surpassed the times.

  He didn't make any major changes to the existing training model, but in terms of rhythm and approach, it has a completely different manifestation. This change is essentially a kind of development. It perfectly matches Chen Yi's physical quality and endurance, and with the increase in training time and frequency, it continues to improve.

  Such treatment can be said to have never been received by anyone, even Grendel's own children did not have this qualification.

  As time went on, Grendel's plan became more complete and perfect. Even Chen Yi felt a significant improvement in his abilities after just a few days. He tested his own physical abilities and found that he could run 100 meters in under 12 seconds, jump vertically over 60 centimeters, and bench press nearly 100 kilograms.

  It's only been a little over a month, even by the standards of the Kingdom of San Qiao, and yet, from being a normal middle school student, he has already become someone who can hold his own against provincial-level athletes. This level of achievement may not be impressive in the eyes of world-class athletes, but it's still quite remarkable compared to those second-rate athletes domestically. Especially when it comes to short-term training gains, he has far exceeded the standard values.

  Chen Yi still thought it was the training effect of the Kingdom of Sanctio, but he didn't know that his own "daily" 30-hour practice was nothing more than that. The Saint Knight of Glendler, however, needed two or three days to summarize his experience and calculate data. He even found dozens of children with similar physical conditions to Chen Yi for detailed analysis.

  With such treatment, how can you not get the best results?

  Holidays pass by quickly no matter what you're doing.

  Luo Xiaoshan, who had been playing "Mo Qi" at home all day, arrived at the Chen's house in a flurry, looking around nervously and excitedly saying: "A Yi, have you heard that He Tao was taken away?"

  "What's wrong?" Chen Yi certainly knew, but this matter was not glorious, and everyone didn't know about it.

  Luo Xiaoshan exclaimed, "Fortunately, I listened to you and destroyed the earphones. At that time, I thought, safety first, it's better to lose money than to risk my life, but unexpectedly no one dared to come and ask for money."

  Chen Yi burst out laughing. Fat guys are easily intimidated, and Luo Xiaoshan was no exception. Telling him there's danger, without even explaining what the danger is, he'd obediently do as told - in stark contrast to those brainless women in TV shows who always want to know the truth, their meager body fat apparently unable to supply enough energy for their brains.

  Luo Xiaoshan said: "He Tao was released on that side, but I heard that his old man went in."

  "Oh?" This was something Chen Yi didn't know.

  Chen Congyu and Chen Guoliang also didn't want to tell him everything about this matter.

  Luo Xiaoshan was proud of his information and didn't need to be asked, rattling off: "I heard that He Tao's account is often used for money transactions, and it's from overseas. Later, it was exposed that the account was actually his father's little gold vault, so back and forth..."

  Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, unexpectedly a simple sentence, and Big Brother and others could play out so many elements.

  However, this already belongs to the category of offense. He Jianao was so angry that he didn't know what would happen next. Chen Yi wasn't worried, presumably they should have made preparations for it.

  Luo Xiaoshan didn't know the cause and effect of things, he just saw Chen Yi's face was cloudy, so he suggested: "Why don't we go to Jiangning University to take a look? I also applied for their mechanical and electrical engineering, it's a good chance to see our future dormitory."

  "Just looking at the dorm?"

  "Take a look at the classroom while you're at it."

  "I think you're even too lazy to look at beautiful women now." Chen Yike knew about his recent infatuation with Mo Qi, that focused gaze, like gamma rays, could penetrate through any crude buildings.

  Lu Xiaoshan rubbed his head, revealing a wide smile, and stood with his hands on his hips, striking a broadened Superman pose: "You're right, just looking at beautiful women can't motivate me to run 40 kilometers."

  "What's the second thing?"

  Lu Xiaoshan transformed into a virtuous wife and filial daughter, saying: "It's been so long since we've seen Professor Lang, I was thinking of going to take a look at him?"

  Chen Yi's suspicious expression seemed to solidify like varnish.

  Luo Xiaoshan smiled again, rubbed his head, and finally returned to his normal sly appearance. "I picked up something recently, but the more I look at it, the less it seems like anything. I was thinking of asking Professor Lang to take a look..."

  "Fatty just likes to squander money." Chen Yi glared at him, and whether it was in the past or now, he never believed in antiques. He furrowed his brow and asked, "This leak, when it came into your hands, how big was it?"

  "Tens of thousands yuan."

  "Is it really that little?"

  "Looks like a few more tens of thousands." Luo Xiaoshan said, unwilling to transform into the green giant, and said: "Just say it, are you willing or not?"

  Chen Yi sighed and said, "Then go."

  Lu Xiaoshan suddenly smiled with joy, looking like a Doraemon robot.

  After taking the bus for half a day, I arrived at Jiangning University in the afternoon.

  Luo Xiaoshan tightly hugged a peculiar box, feeling both nervous and excited, like a bride on her wedding day. He urged Chen Yidao: "You call Lu Fan first and ask where the professor is, so we can save time."

  "What's wrong..." Chen Yi said halfway, shook his head and said, "Forget it."

  "Hello, Experimental Building."

  The two of them rushed off again.

  Among Professor Lang's graduate students, Lu Fan is the image of a big brother, and for other graduate students and undergraduates in the Department of Archaeology, he is a dignified student union cadre, a great proletarian warrior, and an intelligent and capable senior fellow.

  But he had a vastly different attitude towards Chen Yi, which mainly came from their appraisal work at the Jiangning Museum.

  In those short two or three days, Lu Fan saw a nearly perfect appraiser. If the feeling that day was just admiration, then back at school, from a professional perspective, rethinking those days of observation and conclusion, what he saw and thought was absolutely not just that.

  As an archaeology student, despite being Professor Lang's proud disciple, Lu Fan still didn't dare to hope that in his lifetime, he could reach the same level. In terms of making precise judgments about certain aspects of artifacts, it was as if it were a natural gift.

  This kind of unattainable admiration and adoration made him face Chen Yi, completely unlike a senior facing a junior, but more like a student facing a teacher.

  Lu Xiaoshan hurried to see Professor Lang, almost dragging Chen Yi forward in a rush. The latter was somewhat puzzled by Lu Fan's attitude, but didn't have time to think much about it.

  It was Lu Fan who led the way, pointing out the path like a tour guide, and for a moment, it seemed as if a leader had arrived.

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