After experiencing the miraculous effects of the Healing Pill, Harrison had come to understand the principle of rare treasures being invaluable. Sometimes, there were things money simply couldn't buy even if you had all the money in the world. The Healing Pill was one such example, and Nvidia's graphics cards were, in a way, another. Still, he was overall satisfied with the responses from both Nvidia and Mark. While both had shown hesitation and reluctance, they had ultimately delivered the results he wanted. 40,000 graphics cards were the biggest obstacle between him and half the Healing Pill. Once this hurdle was cleared, Microsoft's data center would no longer pose any issue. With this in mind, Harrison pressed on, making another call—this time to one of Microsoft's founders. The world of capital operated with a hierarchy as rigid as that of the mafia. However, while the mafia struggled to identify a single true godfather, the world of capital already had one. The sole g
Bill said without hesitation, "Go ahead and say it. No need for formalities between us. If it's something I can help with, I definitely will." Harrison said, "I heard Microsoft has a data center in Northern Europe. I want to buy it." "Buy it?" Bill was slightly taken aback but quickly replied, "Mr. Rothschild, if Microsoft's cloud services were a Boeing 747, then the data center in Northern Europe would be one of the plane's four engines. An airline can't just remove one engine from an operational plane and sell it. If we sold it, cloud services for half of Europe would collapse, and the other data centers wouldn't be able to handle such a huge load in a short time. We didn't design the system with that much redundancy." "Impossible." Harrison said casually, "I was one of the guests to fly in a Boeing 747 when it was officially launched 50 years ago. You were just a teenager then. I know the plane better than you do. Even in a twin-engine plane, if one engine fails, the other eng
The abrupt gathering and meeting made the members of the branch families wonder if Harrison would hand over the position of the family head to Julien today. However, what made them confused and curious the most was that Julien and Royce seemed to be the saddest men in the room. Logically speaking, Julien and Royce should have been the happiest people in the room if Julien were to take over the position of the family head today. However, judging from their expressions, they assumed that today's meeting didn't seem to bode well for Julien. Could it be that the successor was being replaced? Because of the uncertainty, a cluster of branch family members gathered together, whispering among themselves, unable to keep quiet. This kind of scene made Julien feel as though he was sitting on pins and needles. After all, he was someone who valued his dignity. Being constantly watched and discussed in private made him feel like a maiden for sale in the Middle Ages, embarrassed and uncom
Harrison, beaming with joy and excitement, sat in the main chair in the meeting room. He then looked at the crowd around him and said with a smile, "Everyone, please sit down!" Everyone sat down one by one. Harrison smiled as he looked at the crowd and began, "It's the first time so many people have gathered in this meeting room. I see many of you don't have formal seats. Originally, I planned to convene everyone at the group headquarters so that it would be more comfortable for everyone. However, I haven't been to the company in the past few days, so I could only have you come here. I apologize for the inconvenience and the discomfort it may have caused. Please don't take offense." "N-None taken." The members of the branch families quickly waved their hands with humble expressions, not daring to show any signs of discomfort. Not even the slightest hint of fatigue could be seen on their faces. They didn't expect Harrison, who had always been very cold to them, to suddenly bec
But this time, Harrison's perspective on the matter had undergone a complete transformation compared to before. He came to understand one thing—what he truly needed to care about now was no longer the future of the Rothschild family, but his own future. As he grew older and remained unwilling to pass the position of family head to his sons, it was inevitable that discontent would arise among them. In the future, it was possible that one of his sons might attempt to overthrow or sideline him. Therefore, he decided to first extend goodwill to the collateral branches of the family, offering up a portion of the family's benefits in exchange for their absolute support, ensuring a safer future for himself. At this thought, he stood up amidst the crowd's applause, full of vigor, and said, "From today, remember that as long as you remain steadfastly united with us, we will never let you suffer losses or endure humiliation, because we are family!" The thunderous applause, like a wave o
Harrison's promise made Jennie so excited that she kept crying as she expressed her gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Harrison! Thank you!" Jennie had long since run out of options and had no effective way to resolve her situation. Initially, she didn't dare seek help from the Rothschild family, fully aware that they looked down on distant relatives like her. But today, this was a stroke of luck! Harrison had suddenly extended an olive branch to the collateral families, and this immediately made Jennie realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Seeing Harrison's sense of responsibility for the collateral families, the others were very grateful and excited. Harrison stood up and announced with a calm smile, "If anything similar happens in the future, do not hesitate to visit the Family Relations Office at any time. I will have my most trusted subordinates stationed there to help solve your problems." When Harrison said the word "subordinates", all his sons realized tha
It would be the easiest if they were dead. All that had to be done was to find their bodies and bring them home to Jennie. If it was the second or third possibility, the mission was to find Edmund and Salem, whether they were hiding voluntarily or involuntarily. It would be considered done when they were brought back to the United States. Hence, Harrison looked at the direct family members on either side of the table and asked, "Who among you wants to volunteer to go to Oskia and help Jennie locate her husband and son?" The crowd exchanged sheepish and uneasy glances. No one was willing to leave New York at a time like this. If something were to happen while they were in Oskia, they would lose their competitive edge completely. Seeing that no one was stepping up to respond, Harrison became irritated. His descendants, who usually acted confident and obedient, were now showing no initiative. He would die of embarrassment if no one took the lead. Just when Harrison was stari
Harrison believed that Helena's delivery of the elixir was a gesture of Julien's filial piety. So, naturally, Julien's voluntary offer to take on the task made him very pleased. He looked at everyone and loudly declared, "Additionally, I would like to announce something here today: effective immediately, Julien will officially become the next heir to the Rothschild family! After my retirement, he will be the one to lead the family forward!" Upon hearing this, the branch family members began to applaud, but Julien's brothers and nephews remained expressionless. They all knew that once Harrison made such an announcement in front of the family, it was unlikely to be changed. This also meant that after Harrison's passing and Julien's assumption of the title of the family head, they would slowly become part of the collateral branch. Their descendants would eventually end up in a position like those of the other collateral families—sitting on the sidelines, grateful for the smallest of
Hearing what Jacob had said, Elaine became anxious and pressed him as he hung up, "What's going on? You're leaving? But we just got here! My shoes have just caught Dubai dirt, so why are we leaving so soon—"However, Jacob was wiping the sweat off his brow as he mumbled quietly, "Well, at this point, I have to leave or I won't be vice president anymore."Elaine immediately fumed. "We've been married for half our lives, and this is supposed to be our honeymoon, yet we're just leaving? I've posted about this on social media too—there are plenty of people who're waiting for more posts on our trip!"And don't forget—we spent a lot on our flight tickets and our hotels! The hotel bookings can't be refunded either!"Jacob scowled dolefully. "Well, what can we do? Why don't you stay? I'll go home and get this sorted out first….""Well, how long would that take?" Elaine asked."How should I know?" Jacob sighed, uneasy and annoyed. "Don Albert is saying I have to go back and donate the 300
"But I spent 98 thousand on that bronze sculpture!" Jacob exclaimed in agitation before he knew it. "I made 300 thousand from it, and that means my profit was 200 thousand at best, but I'm supposed to return that to him as well?! That means I'd have lost my own capital too!""I can't help you if you can't bear to part with that money, Mr. Wilson," Don Albert said quietly. "In that case, you'll just have to handle it yourself.""Wait, wait, wait!" Jacob immediately became antsy and cried out right then, "Please, Don Albert! I'll return the money! I'll return it, alright?! The entirety of my profits—202 thousand, okay? At least let me keep the money I spent, okay?""By that reasoning, Mr. Wilson, when a phone scammer is told by the cops to return the money they've made from defrauding, should he be allowed to keep the money he spent on telco charges? ""Oh, I…" Jacob was left stumped and could not come up with an answer.Don Albert then pressed on, "Mr. Wilson, I've offered a prom
"Mr. Wilson, what you boys did was truly heinous!" Don Arnold growled. "I scolded Zachary myself when I found out, and I was the one who told him to post that statement!"Jacob was shocked. "But why, Don Arnold? Are you friends with Raymond Cole?""Never met the guy," Don Arnold replied.That left Jacob even more confused. "Then why are you taking his side?""I've been doing my best to clean up my image over the past couple of years," Don Albert replied coolly. "I rarely get involved in mob business or anything illicit, and everyone in Aurous Hill knows that Zachary is my right-hand man, yet he confessed to committing such a heinous crime behind my back. What is that if not sullying my reputation?"Jacob was left reeling as he didn't expect Don Albert to be so serious, but he quickly explained, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to affect you so terribly… It's all Zachary's fault! I wouldn't have been aware that Raymond had returned at all, but he just had to tell me and come up with
At this point, Don Albert could very well be Jacob's personal messiah.Even if he did threaten Zachary with calling Charlie persistently, he actually wouldn't dare call Charlie.After all, how would he start explaining that he was involved in a crime? And telling Charlie was basically telling his daughter—what would they think of him after this? Would he ever be able to hold his head high in the family again?As such, his only option now was to ask Don Albert and see if he would help.What he didn't know was that Don Albert was with Charlie, who had already anticipated Jacob's move.When Jacob realized he couldn't stop Zachary, Jacob would find someone who could, and Don Albert was the best man for the job!To no surprise, Don Albert's phone soon started ringing with a call from Jacob.Don Albert didn't answer right away, however, instead turning toward Charlie as he asked gingerly, "So, shall I stick to your script, Master Wade?"Seeing Charlie nod, he pressed on, "Should I
As soon as Jacob sent the voice message, Mr. Bay called.Jacob quickly answered, asking nervously, "How are things over there, Mr. Bay?""How, you ask…?" Mr. Bay sighed in exasperation. "The entire Calligraphy and Painting Association was demanding your dismissal as soon as Zachary Evans posted his statement, thinking that you have no business being the administrative vice president let alone have a place in the association."Even those officials came asking me questions, and you know how they are—gossipers, every last one of them, always finding out about the juicy stuff instantly even if it's really no big deal. The only excuse I have to stop them is that we don't have the facts, but this issue still needs to be taken care of."So, be straight with me. Were you a part of this? If you don't, do you have any definitive evidence that can refute Zachary's claims?""I… Uh…" Jacob stammered, unable to answer.He certainly wanted to say no, but he had no evidence to back himself up.
Jacob bellowed furiously, "Raymond Cole made over 19 million dollars! From my bronze sculpture! Yet you're telling me to refund that 300 thousand too?! You're just fucking with me, aren't you?!""Well, if you don't like it, just do what you like, then," Zachary replied calmly and quickly hung up before Jacob could answer.Jacob was left twitching and shaking endlessly, and there was no telling if it was from rage or fear.Beside him, Elaine quickly asked, "What did Zachary say, dear? Can he get that bronze sculpture back?"Caught by surprise at her question, Jacob flinched, and his phone slipped out of his grasp.As it seemed to hover in the air, he tried to catch it twice but failed, but Elaine managed to grab it.It was then that she noticed that he was sweating all over his face, and she promptly asked, "What's wrong, dear?"Coming to his senses, Jacob's eyes went wide with rage. "Zachary is trying to kill me! He leaked the whole thing to his Twitter page—it's like he's pulli
Jacob turned his phone's loudspeaker on before switching panels to Twitter.He was already shocked to find dozens of people directly messaging him, and he was naturally curious why so many of them were looking for him while he was on his trip to Dubai.However, he had no time to find out as he promptly tapped on his social feed, and it took much swiping to reach Zachary's apology post.He tapped on it, scanning through it just before he went dizzy, the world spinning around him while a dull hum rang in his ears.Never would he have expected Zachary to spill the beans, leaking every detail including Jacob's name and contact information. What was that if not mutual destruction?!Absolutely furious, he bellowed at Zachary again, "What the fuck is this?! Are you trying to kill me, posting this shit?!""I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I've come to understand how grave of a mistake I've made," Zachary calmly replied. "I've actually visited Treasure Measure earlier to apologize to Mr. Cole
Within hours, Jacob and Elaine's flight had landed at Dubai International Airport, and the first thing he did was turn off his phone's flight mode.Then, staring at the upper right corner, he waited for the phone to find a network signal.He had connected to international data roaming, and within a few dozen seconds, he was connected to the internet.Once he did, a ton of notifications popped up on his phone, but he didn't care to check any of them and instead opened his contacts and called Zachary.Zachary was in his office, ready to do his usual rounds inspecting Don Albert's premises.While he had indeed completely lost his reputation at Aurous Hill's Antique Street after pinning that post on top of his social page and was given plenty of weird looks by people around him, he didn't care because he knew how to prioritize.Right now, the most important thing that he had to do was put all his body and spirit into his work and not get distracted by anything else.Only then could
The man who had called out to him shrugged. "Zachary posted it on his account. Check it out yourself!"Mick promptly tapped out of his message editor, refreshed his social feed, and immediately saw Zachary's apology post.Once he tapped on it and read it, he almost had a stroke and was cursing before he knew it, "Fuck technology! It's like a self-exploding truck! Fuck you, Zachary Evans, blowing yourself up before I could end you! What a bitch!" Naturally, the post also made Jacob infamous.The Calligraphy and Painting Association more or less had a stake in the antique trade, and the members were shocked that Jacob was involved in such a scandal.Within minutes, word reached Mr. Bay, leaving him pacing around in his office anxiously.Mr. Bay was eager to suck up to Jacob too, which was why he had intended to let Jacob inherit his position as president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association after he was promoted.But while he thought it was as good as done, he didn't expec