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.”

Russell had been standing tall in front of Virtuous Court as he was patiently waiting for the guest of honor today. He had gone to shamelessly beg his friend for this opportunity. Standing beside him was his son, Tyler Field. The young man had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he spoke, sounding displeased, “Dad, just who are we waiting for? Aren’t they too arrogant? It’s already been twenty minutes.” Russell shot a sideways glare at Tyler and said in a hushed voice, “Behave yourself. If they show up and you make a mistake, just see how I’ll take care of you later.” Tyler let out a disgruntled snort, feeling more upset. He had already made plans with his friends to go clubbing, but his old father had dragged him over to meet some big-shot investor. However, there was not a shadow of the person even after this grand display. Just then, Russell received a phone call and then 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 was pushed open, Tyler saw two people standing inside, but his gaze fell on Philip. The f*ck? Is this that big-shot investor? Dad can’t be this blind, can he? Which part of this guy looks sophisticated? He looks like a migrant worker in the streets. Tyler could not resist a snigger as his dissatisfaction grew. It was

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

my young master, Young Master Clarke. He’s also the investor this time around.” George introduced with

President George’s

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

next words stunned Russell for the longest time. Even Tyler who had been looking down on Philip ever since he entered the room was shocked! “I’ll invest two billion, but I want 40% of the shares.” Philip smiled like he was merely talking about numbers. Two billion? Was this 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 of the hidden elite? 40% of the shares were still an acceptable condition for Russell. “Young Master Clarke, are you sure you want to invest two billion?” Russell was barely able to speak from the excitement, but he still calmed himself down

markets. By then, his own company would be able to go up to over ten billion! Russell then got his secretary to hurry in with an exquisite long box in hand. Russell took out a scroll from the box, unrolled it, and smiled. “Young Master Clarke, this is an authentic painting by the famous Tang Bohu of China. I’ve kept it for many years now, and today I’d like to present it to you as a token of my appreciation.” As a famous 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