Meanwhile, in Jalisco, Mexico, where the headquarters of the Sanchez family was located, famous for its tequila. A mansion was an understatement when it came to describing the family's residence. They owned more than hundreds of square miles of land, and on this fertile land, they planted a large number of valuable blue agave plants and built several extremely luxurious mansions. Unlike those billion-dollar entrepreneurs on the Forbes list, the Sanchez family's net worth of several hundred billion dollars was almost entirely genuine. The net worth of entrepreneurs was often based on valuations and illiquid shares. For example, if their listed company was valued at $100 billion and the entrepreneur owned 51% of the shares, theoretically, they were worth $50 billion. However, these shares could not be sold off easily. A portion could be pledged at most, yet the money obtained from pledging shares could not be spent freely. If the business or market conditions deteriorated and the c
"What did you say?! What has happened to him? Is it bad?!" Hector, who was hoping for Gustavo's death, was so excited to hear the remarks that he sounded a little excited when he spoke. On the other end of the line, Ricardo asked skeptically, "Hector, do you not hear me clearly? Why do you sound so happy?" Hector came to his senses and realized that he had gone a little overboard. He quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and began, "Sorry, I'm still a little fuzzy from my sleep. I dreamed that my dad was released, and I was happy about it..." Then, he hastily asked, "By the way, you said something about Dad. What's going on?" "I sent you a video." Ricardo urged, "Watch it." Hector immediately ended the call and clicked on the video. As he watched the video, he was so horrified about Gustavo being alive that he almost peed himself. He had assumed that Moses had not found a perfect chance to kill Gustavo, but as it turned out, Moses had attempted the murder and fai
Hector pondered for a moment and muttered, "So, what you mean is that I can't kill my old man." "Yes." Jose explained, "Actually, whether or not you kill him is no longer important. Him staying alive is good for everyone. If he dies, you will lose face, the Rothschild family will lose credibility, and the U.S. government will become the target of criticism. As long as everyone remains calm, the public will gradually forget this matter. However, if he's dead, the other two parties will do everything they can to clear their names, putting us in a more passive position." Hector heaved a long sigh, gritted his teeth, and snarled, "Alright. I guess this is the only way for now. I hope the Americans don't release him and don't use him to threaten me." "The Rothschild family is in deep shit now. Even Harrison has to keep his tail between his legs, so it's unlikely that they'll stir up any more trouble over the next few days." Soon, Hector, on behalf of the Sanchez family, protested to
After Charlie's series of executions, Raymond and Gustavo were exposed to the public and caused a huge sensation. In addition to causing the Rothschild family the biggest public relations crisis, it also gave Raymond and Gustavo invincible protection. After the incident was exposed, their safety would be guaranteed. Therefore, Charlie did not feel the need for him to stay in Brooklyn Prison any longer. He would ask Kathleen to get him out of jail tomorrow. Next, he would locate and retrieve the Four-Sided Treasure Tower at Raymond's house and find a way to bring it back to Oskia. Charlie also believed that once the treasure tower was publicly unveiled in Oskia, its origins and the turbulent fate it had endured over the years would surely put the Rothschild family in an even more passive position. At that point, they might have no choice but to release Raymond. As for Gustavo, he knew him and helped him, and saving his life was a return of favor. As for his future endeavors in
Charlie smiled and nodded. He and Gustavo knew very well that they would not have the chance to meet again in the future. Soon, Gustavo was taken out of the cell by the FBI. After the FBI left, Charlie took out his cell phone and sent a message to Kathleen, asking her to get him out of Brooklyn Prison the next day. Charlie had been arrested for illegal immigration. People like him were sent to jail by the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service for a few days. If they found that such people had no passports or money, they would kick them out of jail and leave them to fend for themselves on the streets. - The FBI that took over Brooklyn Prison not only took Gustavo but also Moses, who had attempted to kill Gustavo. Originally, Moses was very chivalrous. He refused to say a word when the FBI interrogated him about who ordered him to kill Gustavo. In his opinion, he had no chance of leaving the prison in this life. There was no point in him betraying and offending Hector.
The Rothschild family did not expect Hector to have the audacity to tarnish their name, so they immediately published a statement, saying that they did not interfere with the FBI's investigation and that everything Moses had said was true. When it came to this point, the matter was deadlocked. It was like two people standing in the boxing ring, punching at each other, but neither had a sufficient way to knock the other down. To help the Rothschilds win the war of words with Hector, the FBI investigated Moses's supervisor. To their bewilderment, the supervisor had been killed by being pushed into the incinerator of a crematorium. Hence, the war of words went on indefinitely, and it even escalated to the headlines of major TV stations and media. Early the next morning, Charlie was "kicked" out of Brooklyn Prison. Truth be told, many illegal immigrants were reluctant to leave prison so soon. These people had no jobs or a place to live before they were arrested and sent to pr
To Harrison, the Four-Sided Treasure Tower was the pillar of his family legacy. With it, the Rothschild family was showered with endless wealth and glory. Every investment could be rewarding. Even in turbulent times, it was always possible to take advantage of fleeting opportunities. Without the treasure tower, with the family members' current ability and perseverance, it would be difficult for the family to maintain its century-old glory. Therefore, no matter the cost, Harrison insisted on bringing the treasure tower home. He knew very well that most of the young descendants thought that the Oskian Feng Shui fortune was nothing but superstition and metaphysics, so they did not have much motivation to search for the treasure tower. They thought that it was nothing more than Harrison's own business and had nothing to do with them. Upon the exposure of Raymond's imprisonment and interrogation, Harrison was even more eager to get the treasure tower back. He knew that once the
Harrison angrily cursed, "The FBI is a bunch of good-for-nothings! Call the person in charge of the FBI in New York and tell them that I have ordered them to stay away from Biden's house. I don't want them to interfere, nor do I want them to have any negative impact on this matter. If I see any FBI agents within one mile of Biden's house again, I'll fire his ass!" He then ended the call without waiting for the man's reply. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which startled Harrison, and Julien's respectful voice echoed from outside the door, "Father, may I come in?" Harrison closed his eyes, heaved a sigh, and said, "Come in." Harrison pushed the door open and closed it gently. He then looked at Harrison and muttered hesitantly, "Father..." Harrison glanced at Julien. Seeing Julien pursing his lips in silence, he asked coldly, "What is it? Talk." "I-I..." Julien stuttered, his eyes flickering nervously. "At the meeting just now, you said that whoever finds the tr
"Alright!" Trippy was at once fawning, tagging along behind Raymond like a little child.Around thirty people were waiting in front of Treasure Measure by now. The collectors came in twos or threes, and all ten numbers had since been taken.Before Raymond arrived, he had a brief look at the collectors' faces through the security cameras before walking over, and he was really relieved to see no familiar faces.Having traded Oskian antiques for years abroad, it was only natural that he was acquainted with some of the elite collectors in the country.He also knew that they were especially demanding with the quality of their collection and wanted almost flawless items. As such, the bronze sculpture which had been completely lost wouldn't interest them.Still, he was also a little concerned that amongst the elite collectors he knew, there might be some who were losing money and losing purchasing power in turn. If they happened to take an interest in the bronze sculpture on top of that,
Trippy grinned. "I mean, just look at my stall—ain't no way I'm getting any business here. Why not let me check out this item of yours? And see how interested they are? I'm really interested in learning and upping my game."Then, as if worried that Raymond would refuse, he quickly added, "Don't worry—I promise to stay in a corner and just watch."Still, Raymond could guess right then that someone must have sent Trippy to spy on him.It didn't matter whether it was Mick, Jacob, or Zachary either—they were all in this plot together, and one knowing meant all three knowing.Trippy was a gossiper in nature. If he was allowed to witness the whole process, everyone down Antique Street would definitely know before long.In fact, he could use someone like that right now, and Trippy had come straight to his doorstep.With that in mind, Raymond smiled, "Come join me if you're interested. It's not like there's anything to hide…"Pausing, he then warned Trippy, "But since you're going in my
After watching Mick's video, Jasmine's opinion of the man improved considerably.She was actually well aware that the decline of Vintage Deluxe was mostly due to Mick's incompetence.However, as Jasmine was now managing a billion-dollar company, she couldn't spare any time to ask many questions about Vintage Deluxe's performance. In her opinion, as long as Vintage Deluxe didn't lose too much money or ruin the reputation they had worked so hard to build, she wasn't interested in a regime change.It was the same mindset as Marianne Long, who begged her father to keep that lane full of food stalls in Hong Kong over sentiment.As such, seeing that Mick actually had some skill pleased her considerably.She couldn't resist checking out the comments of the video too.She saw that many were praising the manager of Vintage Deluxe for taking a tough stand against the scammer as well as how Vintage Deluxe's reputation was long-standing and without comparison.She soon noticed Jacob's comme
Soon, more collectors had gathered outside Treasure Measure even before Raymond showed up at Antique Street, with over ten of them gathered outside in no time at all.Since Raymond had only prepared ten slips, the rest left in disappointment seeing that they had no chance.Even so, the ten collectors who had gotten a number were nervous—save for the first man who had arrived.The details on the online sales post insisted that the price was fixed, and that first-come first-serve applies.If he bought the bronze sculpture, the other nine would have come all this way for nothing.However, if the seller decided to make it an auction, they would have a chance too, although their net profit would thin in turn. After all, they could have acquired the bronze sculpture for just 20 million, and that meant a solid 8 million in profit.An auction would at least raise the price to 27 million, and more would make it chicken feed.If they gave up at that point, it was a waste of a trip.If
Trippy naturally wasn't going to tell Mick everything word-for-word, so he said vaguely, "Uh, they were just being stubborn and refused to listen to anything I said. They kept saying that they wouldn't know until they saw the actual item."Mick got out of bed, staring at his phone as he mused to himself.This was getting a little ridiculous, was it not? A fool who was scammed, actually able to scam someone else? But if he really could sell it, wouldn't all their work be for nothing?With that in mind, he promptly called Zachary, who wasn't even up yet.Ever since he had started working for Don Albert, his daily routine was no longer the same as the days when he was a humble stall owner working on Antique Street, but a man of importance who slept late and woke up late.In the evening, he would be spending his time patrolling Don Albert's night entertainment properties as well as holding meetings with subordinates to decide on management policies and the like. That was why he wo
Seeing that Mick had a favor to ask, Trippy was naturally eager to seize the opportunity to get in his good graces."Don't worry, Mr. Crane!" He promptly replied. "Just leave it to me!"Returning to Treasure Measure, he went up to the first man who had come and said, "Hey, brother… Did you come to buy the bronze sculpture from Mr. Cole?"The man asked warily, "You know about the bronze sculpture?""Of course!" Trippy grinned. "I know all too well—it's actually famous here in Aurous Hill."Whipping out his phone, he played the short video that Mick had spent five grand promoting, saying, "Here—check this out!"Curious, the man took the phone and watched the video solemnly.The other latecomer soon hurried over as well and stared fixedly at the screen too.They watched as Bill entered a room with the bronze sculpture with Mick, the latter who checked it out and started commenting on it.The first man exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, it really is that bronze sculpture."The second ma
The other antique traders who were keeping tabs on the situation were left confused by Trippy's message.[Maybe even those out-of-towners know that Raymond is a sucker? So they traveled overnight just to see what happens?][I know Raymond is in trouble, but is it really worth traveling hundreds of miles just to watch?][Maybe they know he's a sucker, so they came to sell him more counterfeits?][Shit, that must be it! Suckers are rare these days, after all!][Damn straight! Just knowing that there's one in Aurous Hill, you'd be eager to come over.]Even Mick Crane who had just woken up and saw the message immediately sent a voice message: "Those conmen are just like flies flocking around shit as soon as they smell it.""Oh, but what they don't know is that Raymond has no more money! I heard he only had a few hundred thousand for the startup, and the bronze sculpture must have cost most of it. I'm afraid those people won't even get their gas money and toll costs back after travel
Trippy rolled his eyes as he texted back: [Hell no. I need to start my business instead of wasting my time. You morons can come get a number yourself if you like. Haha!]Still, Trippy had just sent his text when a trio arrived in a hurry outside Treasure Measure.Seeing that the doors were closed, the leader asked Trippy, "Excuse me, can I ask if this is Treasure Measure? Owned by a man named Mr. Cole?"Trippy was at once surprised. "You mean Raymond Cole?"The leader quickly said, "We don't know his first name, only that his last name is Cole, and his handle name was Treasure Measure's Mr. Cole."Trippy chuckled. "That'd be him. Has to be, since he hand wrote that shop sign."Pausing, he then asked in curiosity, "So, you've come to see him being a sucker?"The leader was naturally curious as to what Trippy was talking about. However, he was also reluctant to reveal why he had come since there was a killer bargain at stake. In fact, every other collector who was coming was k
Raymond also added that the 20 million price tag wouldn't be cut or increased. To put it simply, the bronze sculpture was right there in Aurous Hill and waiting—it was a race.Hence, many reputable collectors contacted expert appraisers throughout the night, some even booking night flights straight to Aurous Hill.The best amongst them was a fanatic collector of bronze items in Eastcliff.Following a brief exchange with Raymond online, he immediately called an expert who was also a close friend. As soon as his call was answered, he asked the other man if he had time to travel to Aurous Hill so that no one else would beat them to it—and they would drive out in the night if at all possible.After all, the earliest flight was at six in the morning, and it'd be eight by the time they made it to Aurous Hill Airport and nine by the time they got to Antique Street in a cab.Therefore, the ideal way to get there was by driving over six hundred miles at top speed, and that meant reaching A