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Chapter 685 I have a road in East Africa. It's risky, but the profits are high.

On a late summer night in Chun Shen, men and women can be seen strolling along the streets, either walking slowly along the moat or leisurely walking along the city wall.

Internet cafes, KTVs, billiard rooms, and night market stalls remain brightly lit, and the bustling noise is especially clear at night.

Compared to big cities, small towns have less of a sense of alienation and more of a unique, heartwarming atmosphere.

At this moment, the food street at the T-junction of the outer city is packed with people and bustling with activity.

Chen Yansen sat on a small stool, holding a glass of locally brewed bulk baijiu in his hand. He looked at the young man opposite him and joked with a smile, "I've taken your resume. Don't force yourself if you can't drink it."

To everyone's surprise, the young man blushed, picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in one gulp. Then, full of gratitude, he said, "Thank you, Brother Sen."

Seeing this, Chen Yansen smiled helplessly.

In just half an hour, at least several dozen people came up to offer toasts, while the rest gathered on the periphery to watch the excitement.

Meng Jie rested her chin on her hand and looked at Chen Yansen with a smile.

In her view, it was normal for Chen Yansen to be popular in Chunshen.

First came the Pinduoduo agricultural assistance program, then came rural e-commerce and live-streaming training courses, Orange Vehicles, a customer service center, and now the Orange Air Conditioner and Orange Electric Fan branch factories that are about to go into production.

This series of projects has directly created tens of thousands of jobs and indirectly created as many as thirty to forty thousand more.

It should be noted that although Chunshen is a large county with a population of one million, only a few hundred thousand people reside permanently in Chunshen Town.

Chen Yansen's every move affects the livelihoods of 50,000 people. In Chun Shen, his words carry more weight than Tang Lixin's.

The young man who had been toasting earlier had just left when a boy in a T-shirt and shorts approached with a grin, holding a glass of beer: "Brother Sen, I'm a student at Chun Shen No. 2 Middle School. We're moving to the new campus the day after tomorrow. Thank you for donating the air conditioner; otherwise, this summer would be unbearable."

"It's already 10 o'clock and you're still not home? What grade and class are you in?"

Chen Yansen asked with a stern face.

The boy opened his mouth, then froze on the spot.

He never imagined that his most admired senior would be such a scoundrel!
So he scratched his head, not daring to say his own name, and instead gave his best friend's information: "Class 8, Grade 2, Sun Jun."

Chen Yansen chuckled softly, raised his glass and clinked it against his, then bluntly stated, "You can be anyone, but you will never be Sun Jun."

He'd been using this trick for ages back in high school.

In the past, when I was caught by the head of the teaching department at an internet cafe, I could always recite the name 'Wang Zihao' with great fluency.

"Brother Sen, I'm sorry, I made a mistake! I suddenly remembered, my name seems to be Li Chengchao."

After being seen through by Chen Yansen at a glance, Li Chengchao simply revealed his name.

“When I was in school, every winter, more than sixty people would squeeze into one classroom, relying entirely on the carbon dioxide we exhaled to keep warm, just to get through each winter. Four or five years have passed, and if you still don’t have air conditioning, then what’s the point of all the economic development?”

Chen Yansen didn't dwell on it; he was just joking. He then changed the subject, continuing along the lines of what Li Chengchao had said earlier.

On Douyin, he often sees pictures of elementary and middle school classrooms that are almost exactly the same as they were more than ten years ago, and the student dormitories are still unfinished eight-person rooms.

An uninformed person seeing this might think it's a photo from twenty years ago.

Li Chengchao listened to Chen Yansen's words and agreed with them.

the other side.

Tang Lixin received a call from the patrol station, who said that Chen Yansen was surrounded by people while having a late-night snack in the outer city, and specifically asked him whether to send two groups of people to maintain order.

"Is that even a question? Just transfer the people over there!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Lixin retorted irritably.

How tactless!

In Chunshen, Chen Yansen was practically a god of wealth!

What's more, he had just seen the news recently that Chen Yansen was able to ride in the same car as Han Jinheng. What an honor that was!

To put it bluntly, even if he lived his whole life, he probably wouldn't have the chance to say a single word to Han Jinheng, let alone ride in Mr. Han's car.

Thinking of this, Tang Lixin immediately called his assistant Zhao Siyuan and asked him to prepare the car.

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly jumped out of bed, grabbed his pants and shirt, and put them on, intending to go there himself.

Seeing this, his wife asked in confusion, "Old Tang, why are you going out so late?"

"No choice! Chen Yansen from Senlian Capital is back, I have to show up." Tang Lixin replied while buttoning his shirt.
"Although I don't know why Mr. Han values ​​him so much, I do know that Chen Yansen's status and influence have increased significantly compared to last year."

Five minutes later, he walked out of his house and got into a black Audi.

Tang Lixin leaned back in the back seat, his brow furrowed, his mind replaying the video footage of Chen Yansen and Han Jinheng riding in the same car.

"What exactly are Chen Yansen's abilities that make Mr. Han value him so much?"

Tang Lixin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Siyuan paused slightly, glanced at Tang Lixin in the rearview mirror, and after thinking carefully for a moment, cautiously replied, "Boss, I heard that the energy density of the second-generation Deep Blue Battery has reached more than 800 watt-hours per kilogram, which is three to four times that of traditional lithium batteries. It has a wide range of applications in the civilian field, and even more applications in the military field."

The implication is that Han Jinheng might have done so out of consideration for DeepBlue Technology.

Furthermore, Orange Technology, Tiangong Technology, and Xingyuan Technology are all leaders in their respective industries.

Tang Lixin nodded slightly, pondering to himself.

Seven or eight minutes later, the car finally stopped at the intersection of the food street.

As soon as Tang Lixin opened the car door, the patrol officers came up to him and reported, "Mr. Tang, we have already set up a perimeter around the area. There has been no crowding or chaos. Everyone just wanted to say hello to General Manager Chen."

Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, straightened the wrinkles on his shirt collar, and walked towards the night market stall.

From afar, one could see Chen Yansen sitting on a small stool, holding a wine glass in his hand, chatting and laughing with a man in his thirties.

Although there were many people nearby, they were all very considerate and no one pushed forward. Only occasionally would someone offer a drink or say thank you.

After noticing Tang Lixin, Meng Jie gently touched Chen Yansen's arm.

Chen Yansen looked up and saw Tang Lixin walking quickly towards him, his face full of a warm smile.

“Mr. Chen, I rushed over as soon as I received the news, fearing that too many people would cause chaos.”

Tang Lixin took two steps at a time and stepped forward to explain.

The people around him immediately took a few steps back when they saw him.

After all, he was the head of the Chun Shen Central Office and frequently appeared on the county TV station's evening news, so he still had some deterrent power.

Chen Yansen put down his wine glass, pointed to the stool next to him and said, "Sit down, don't stand."

Tang Lixin nodded, quickly pulled over a small stool and sat down, even moving it slightly to the side to leave half a body length of space, adopting an extremely humble posture.

As soon as I sat down, I noticed the glass of bulk liquor in Chen Yansen's hand. I remembered that I had two bottles of my treasured Moutai liquor in my car. I was about to say that I would go back to get them, but Chen Yansen interrupted me first: "No need to trouble yourself. I'll leave in a few more minutes."

With his mental strength and observational skills, he naturally saw through Tang Lixin's little scheme.

"Mr. Chen, the production base for Orange Fans and Orange Air Conditioners will probably be put into operation by mid-October. According to the plan, the annual output value is expected to reach 2 billion yuan," Tang Lixin hurriedly replied. Just as he was about to say something to express his gratitude, Chen Yansen waved his hand and said, "Output value is secondary. The key is that the supporting industrial chain must keep up."

For the enormous Senlian Capital, the value of goods worth 20 billion yuan a year is merely the size of a medium-sized production base.

But for Chun Shen, this means more than 4000 jobs, affecting the lives of tens of thousands of people.

“Mr. Chen, I understand,” Tang Lixin quickly replied.

After chatting with Tang Lixin for a few more minutes, Chen Yansen got up and walked towards the roadside.

Their cars were all parked in the street-facing parking spaces.

People around waved and shouted with smiles, "Goodbye, Brother Sen!"

Chen Yansen raised his hand in acknowledgment of the farewells, and then left the food street surrounded by security personnel and patrol officers, heading straight to his car.

Just as he reached out to open the car door and get in, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in his thirties running towards him.

The two security personnel reacted extremely quickly, stepping forward almost the instant the man made a move and firmly stopping him three meters away.

Seeing that he couldn't get close to Chen Yansen, Wang Jingtao didn't hesitate at all. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and urgently shouted to Chen Yansen by the car, "Brother Sen, can you help me?"

Chen Yansen turned his head at the sound, his gaze falling on the man in front of him, and looked him up and down.

He was in his early thirties, about 1.78 meters tall, and dressed like a small business owner, but his face was covered with scars.

Bloodstains were stained around his ears, cheeks, mouth, nose, and eye sockets, and the shirt on his chest still smelled strongly of blood, indicating that he had just been brutally beaten.

"You've been assaulted? I suggest you call the police first."

After saying that, Chen Yansen leaned over and sat in the back seat of the car.

At the same time, he thought to himself: I'm not an inspector, what's the use of looking for him?

There are billions of people in this world, and all sorts of things happen every day. He's not a god, so how could he possibly manage everything?

Old Huang started the car, intending to take Mengjie home first, and then take his boss to the hotel.

"Brother Sen, as long as you're willing to help me, I'll do anything you ask! My life is yours."

Wang Jingtao said in a low voice.

This place is only a little over 100 meters away from the food street, and several passersby with good eyesight have already noticed him kneeling on the ground and have cast curious glances at him.

Chen Yansen glanced at the passersby on the food street, then at Wang Jingtao, his brows furrowing slightly. He then retorted, "You're willing to risk your life, so what obstacle can't you overcome?"

“I have parents, a wife and children, I can’t fight those people.”

Wang Jingtao spoke in a low voice.

He knew that if he could attract the attention of passersby and help Chen Yansen up, there might be a glimmer of hope.

But he was afraid that Chen Yansen would agree out of politeness and then forget about it.

After all, if we put ourselves in someone else's shoes, no one would want to be morally blackmailed like this.

So he waited for more than half an hour next to the Hongqi L5, but didn't take a single step into the food street.

"Why should I help you?"

Sitting in the car, Chen Yansen looked down at Wang Jingtao and asked directly.

"Brother Sen, I've been to school, run a kindergarten, and even contracted construction projects! If you're willing to help me, I'll do whatever you ask me to do from now on!"

Wang Jingtao knelt on the ground, head held high, staring intently at Chen Yansen, his eyes filled with pleading.

"What's the specific situation?"

Chen Yansen leaned back and asked casually.

After hearing this, Wang Jingtao immediately told Chen Yansen about his experiences over the past two years, including being scammed during the acquisition of the kindergarten.

In reality, Wang Jingtao wasn't particularly stupid; he simply underestimated the darker side of third- and fourth-tier cities.

Opening a kindergarten in Shanghai is easy, as long as the procedures are complete and legal. Even if there are some minor problems, they are easy to solve.

But in places teeming with Brahmins and local bullies, outside investors are easily exploited and ripped out.

Let alone small business owners like Wang Jingtao, even big bosses with assets of over a billion yuan would probably have to suffer a lot.

Only a powerful figure like Chen Yansen, with connections to all corners of the country, could keep the situation firmly under control.

"If you can't even handle a local thug, it just means you're worthless. I can certainly solve this, but I'm not a charity."

Chen Yansen said casually.

Mengjie witnessed the whole scene, but she did not interrupt.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jingtao felt a chill in his heart, and his last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

He clenched his fists, wanting to fight Cheng Jiale to the death, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he remembered his wife and children at home.

"Old Huang, let's go."

Chen Yansen gave the instructions.

As the car door slowly closed, Wang Jingtao hurriedly shouted, "Brother Sen, if you help me this once, I'll do anything for you for the rest of my life."

"It's a pity you're not my employee."

Chen Yansen said meaningfully.

"Boss!" Wang Jingtao reacted quickly, immediately changing his words, his eyes regaining their light.

“I have some business in Abyssinia, which is a bit risky, and right now I need a few project managers who can handle things.”

"Go work there for three months first. If you can get the business up and running, I'll help you out in this situation."

Chen Yansen smiled, seeing that Wang Jingtao looked like he was taking advantage of the situation, and continued.

Abyssinia?
Isn't there a war going on there?
Wang Jingtao was stunned for a moment, but he knew he had no choice.

They could either sue Cheng Jiale, gambling that he had assets that could be seized and that they wouldn't be retaliated against; or they could follow Chen Yansen's arrangements.

He thought about it for a moment, then reluctantly agreed.

"Xiao Wang, give him a contact number."

Chen Yansen turned his head and gave a word of advice to a security guard next to him.

After saying that, he closed the car door and the car drove away quickly.

It's only three months. If Wang Jingtao can prove his worth, why not lend him a hand?

(End of this chapter)