The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 7

The Bentley soon arrived at Riverdale Virtuous Court. This was a famous restaurant in the city where only the wealthy and prestigious could dine.

Virtuous Court also required a membership reservation where the minimum requirement was to spend at least one million to keep the membership. At that moment, standing at the entrance of Virtuous Court was a well-known entrepreneur. The chairman of Civil Trading Group, Russell Field. The company specialized in import and export business, mainly dealing with artistic pieces. As the company chairman, Russell himself was a wealthy man worth three billion! He was also a nationally famous collector! A well-known figure within the local collector’s community. Russell had brought more than ten personnel from his highest management to wait respectfully at the entrance of Virtuous Court with him. This scene caused quite a shock to the patrons dining at the restaurant. There were even bursts of exclamation. “Isn’t that the chairman of Civil Trading Group, Russell Field? Who is he waiting for with this extravagant display?” “What a rare sight! A billionaire like Russell is waiting so humbly at the door or Virtuous Court.”

“Is there a prominent figure coming? Whoever it is, they must not be from Riverdale.” The moment Philip saw a crowd of well-dressed elites waiting at the entrance of Virtuous Court, he frowned inside the Bentley. “Didn’t I say to keep a low profile? What’s with this extravagant display?” George smiled sheepishly. “Young Master, President Field must have wanted to give you a surprise.” “Surprise my foot! I don’t like it,” said Philip coldly.

“Head to the parking lot and inform your friend to meet us in private.”

solemnly turned around. “Alright, everyone, let’s go inside. They are already here.” Already here? Many of them were confused but mostly annoyed. Tyler was more furious. He grumbled under his breath, “What the f*ck? Who is this person? I’ve waited for a whole day now, but I didn’t even catch a glimpse of them.” However, he did not dare say anything in front of his father, so he could only sulk and follow Russell into the restaurant. Once Russell received the phone call, he took his son along and hastened to the private room in a corner. The moment the door

only one hand for the other man to shake. Russell’s gaze then turned to the young man standing

“This is my young master, Young Master Clarke. He’s also the investor

President George’s

George Thomas came from working for a hidden wealthy family. And that family was in control of more than half of the world’s assets. That must mean that the young master of this family was of a fearsome existence! He had to be very cautious. At the thought of this, Russell held out his hands in great trepidation. “This humble servant, Russell Field, has been too dense to recognize Young Master Clarke. I hope that Young Master Clarke can forgive me.” Philip nodded faintly and shook his hand before saying, “President Field, I still have some things to take care of, so let’s make this quick. I heard from ol’ George that your company requires financing. Give me a figure.” Russell glanced at George, but he realized the latter had been resting his eyes. Russell then said, “Young Master Clarke, our company is preparing to open up the art pieces market to international countries. The channel sales in America and Italy have been doing extremely well, so as an estimation, we would require one billion in financing as an estimation. Please don’t worry. We will give you 25% of the shares and a bonus at the end of the year.” One billion was not a very small amount. Even if Russell was worth three billion, he dared not gamble away his one billion. “One billion…” Philip mumbled, frowning slightly as he seemed to be in deep thought. This made Russell anxious on the inside. To ask for one billion at the start was a little too much. Other than Apex Group,

a dream? Russell felt like he was being watched over by Lady Luck. What a surprise this was! His company assets only amounted to a little over three billion, but they had easily offered to invest two billion dollars! Scary! This was too terrifying! Was this the financial power

art collector within the country, the paintings Russell gifted were naturally authentic! In the market, an original Tang Bohu painting could go up to over ten million in worth! However, for Russell, in comparison to Philip’s investment, this painting was worth nothing. Philip merely glanced at it and nodded. “You have my thanks, President Field.” He then held the rolled-up painting under his arm and left the private room with George. The moment they exited the room, Philip saw