At ten o'clock in the morning, a private jet converted from a Boeing 747-8 landed at Aurous Airport. Once Julien, heir of the Rothschild family, and his entourage had arrived, customs clearance was completed as quickly as possible. The family's staff stationed in Oskia had been waiting for his arrival. Although it was unknown when Julien would be in power, for them, he was the second-in-command of the family, so they treated him with great respect. As Julien left the airport, a Cadillac convoy was parked outside. These vehicles were all ordered by the Rothschild family from the United States, featuring the same models as those used by the president. Although they didn't appear as extravagant and luxurious as Rolls-Royce cars, each of these vehicles costs much more than a Rolls-Royce Phantom. In fact, the old money families had already abandoned Rolls-Royce a long time ago. Nowadays, Rolls-Royce wonders were more often young second-generation rich individuals or those who su
After the convoy pulled into the parking lot, more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits came down immediately and surrounded Julien's car with a professional stance as they looked around vigilantly. One of the men walked toward Heaven Springs, and Albert walked out to meet him at the same time. The man scanned the surroundings like a CIA agent and whispered into the microphone of the walkie-talkie he was wearing, "Everyone, stay where you are and stay alert!" Albert had already stood in front of him by the time he finished speaking. The man looked at Albert and asked, "Are you the manager of the restaurant?" If Charlie hadn't informed Albert about the guest today, Albert would probably have been intimidated by the man and his posture. However, Albert already knew Julien's identity and his next trip to his dog kennel, so he didn't take the man seriously at all and sneered contemptuously, "Manager? Hah! I own this place!" After that, he raised his eyebrows and asked the man
Charlie nodded with a smile and said, "Come on, Julien, have a seat." Julien stared at the large round table with over a dozen seats in front of him and suddenly felt a bit unsure.He wasn't very familiar with Oskian dining etiquette. The table was truly massive—if he were to sit directly across from Charlie, they'd likely have to raise their voices to talk. However, with such a large table and so many empty seats, if he were to deliberately sit close to Charlie, it would come across as overly ingratiating. Just as Julien was at a loss about what to do, Charlie patted the seat to his right and said with a smile, "Sit here, Julien. This table is too big, and sitting too far apart feels distant. Let's just sit a bit closer—it makes things feel friendlier." Julien quickly nodded and sat down next to Charlie. Charlie then pointed to the empty seat next to Julien and said to Albert, "Albert, sit next to Julien. It's better to get to know each other." Albert nodded. "Okay, Mr. W
Charlie said with a smile, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Don't think I'm intentionally trying to make things hard for you—this is just our tradition. At the start of a banquet, everyone drinks three glasses together." Charlie wasn't lying to Julien. The custom of starting with three drinks was common across most Oskian banquets. However, depending on the region and the average drinking capacity, the type of alcohol and the size of the glasses could vary. For those with high tolerance, it was three glasses of strong liquor with each glass holding at least 50 milliliters. For those with a lower tolerance, it was three glasses of regular beer with each glass holding at least 150 milliliters. Julien knew that Charlie would not lie to him, but he was still a little confused and mumbled, "I... I have also accepted banquets from Oskians, but... but I have never drunk like this." Charlie smiled and said, "Given your status, I bet the people who've hosted you in the past wouldn
"You're looking for someone?" Charlie raised his eyebrows upon hearing Julien's remarks and, with a faintly amused expression, curiously asked, "What kind of person would require an heir as wealthy as yourself to personally come to Oskia? Could it be that you're searching for a long-lost younger son of your family?" Julien chuckled and replied, "You must be kidding, Mr. Wade. Our family values bloodlines above all else—there's no way we could have any lost lineage out there." Lowering his voice intentionally, Julien spoke seriously, "You might have heard that when the American president travels, even a single strand of hair or a drop of saliva must be collected and taken away by designated personnel. The same goes for our family men—every bit of sperm, how it's used, and with whom we spend the night, must be accounted for. Even what's left in the condom is meticulously collected and taken away. Anyone daring to father an illegitimate child outside the family becomes a public enem
After saying that, Julien looked up at Charlie, his expression suddenly turning a bit uneasy. He quickly added, "Please don't misunderstand me. What I said has nothing to do with anyone here, especially not you." Charlie smirked and said, "Your words seem to have a hidden meaning. Are you implying that I've bullied your family?" "No!" Julien hurriedly replied. "Absolutely not!" Julien, taking advantage of the fact that they were already drinking, decided to pour himself a full glass, downed it in one gulp, and, emboldened by the alcohol, said with a grievance-filled tone, "Mr. Wade, there's no one else here, so let me speak from the heart. Your sending Helena back to New York to make a comeback really put me in a tough spot! I personally went to bring Helena over, and what you originally told me wasn't like this at all. You said that if I helped you, my father would be so shocked that I would be named the successor to the family head. But I never expected you to have Helena deliv
Charlie calmly said, "You and I have direct contact, but your father doesn't. Whether in theory or practice, you are closer to me. If it weren't for your lack of sincerity, why would I bypass you and have Helena establish an indirect connection with your father on my behalf?" "Think about it this way. If you were the owner of a supermarket and you noticed that the person living across the street chose not to shop at your store but instead went to a more distant one, you wouldn't blame the customer. Instead, you'd have to reflect on your own shortcomings. Either others offer something you don't, or you're overpriced compared to them, or you provide inferior service despite similar pricing. If you don't examine yourself, you can't simply block the customer and ask why they didn't shop with you, can you?" "You're absolutely right, Mr. Wade..." Julien nodded repeatedly in shame. "From now on, I'll be 100% honest with you without the slightest bit of concealment." "We'll see." Charlie
An hour later. Julien, who had finished his lunch and drunk a lot, was tipsy and dizzy. He had indeed drunk quite a bit, but fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was decent, and talking so much kept him relatively clear-headed. Seeing Julien leaning back in his chair with his stomach sticking out after eating, Charlie smiled and asked, "Julien, how are you feeling? Do we need to order a few more dishes?" Julien quickly waved his hand, slurring slightly with a bit of drunken cheer, "N-no... No, Mr. Wade. I'm already stuffed. It's been a long time since I've eaten and drunk so much." Charlie nodded and smiled. "Since you've had enough, let's get down to business. Let your men know you're catching up with us here and have them wait in the parking lot. We'll take you out the back door to the place I mentioned." Due to being somewhat intoxicated, Julien was no longer as cautious as he had been earlier. Otherwise, with his status, if Charlie wanted to separate him from his entourag