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.”

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

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

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

George Thomas, President George’s

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.”

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 immediately to ask. “Too little? I can add a bit

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 saw a middle-aged man donned in a full suit coming over with a smile on his face. “Young Master Clarke, please wait. I am the owner of Virtuous Court, Javier Morris.” Both Philip and George