Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1759: Chapter 1589 Clearing Inventory (Subscription Requested!)

In a little while.

A few more Chinese friends arrived, and the atmosphere became lively. They all spoke Chinese, which was a basic requirement to enter their small circle. One must be able to speak Chinese and write Chinese characters.

One must not forget their roots.

Even when abroad, the roots are always in the East.

Yu Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, a few peers arrived, and since they knew each other, they formed another group and chatted about topics young people should discuss.

"I know a good place, I’ll take you there tonight."

"Are there girls?"

"No."

"That’s good."

"You wouldn’t..."

"Go, go, go, I’m a married man, settled down."

"..."

"Have you seen their projections in Xin’an City? It’s amazing."

"No, planning to go next month."

"Let’s go together."

"Sure."

"..."

Time.

Passed quickly like this, around five o’clock, there was still an hour and a half before the banquet started, and Ge Zhong and the others began preparing to go out. If everyone went at the same time, blocking the entrance wouldn’t be fun.

It’s better to be early.

...

Forty kilometers away.

"Stop the car."

"What’s wrong?"

At the top of a downhill slope, the husband, who was on a self-driving tour, was startled by his wife’s sudden request to stop and quickly pulled over.

"Look at those luxury cars,"

The wife pointed ahead.

Husband "..."

I’m not blind.

I saw them.

What’s so special about it? On the way here, they drove slowly and saw over a dozen groups of them, still in convoy form, just thinking that Long Island is the United States’ largest villa cluster.

At first, it didn’t seem strange.

Now at this hour.

It’s time to head home.

Suddenly.

Another luxury car convoy overtook them.

Three off-road vehicles led.

Followed by a Mercedes-Benz.

In the middle was a Rolls-Royce, followed by several off-road vehicles, looking like they were escorting an important person. Even Bill Gates wouldn’t have such a setup when going out, what’s happening today?

"I initially thought it was normal, but look, not only are there convoys from our direction, but there’s also a convoy ahead, and they’re all turning at that intersection, they must be going to the same place,"

The wife analyzed.

Husband: "..."

And then?

You want to follow?

Please.

The row of bodyguards standing at the intersection ahead isn’t fake, along with two police cars and a string of off-road vehicles, no, on closer inspection, the off-road vehicles seem to be Chevrolet Suburbans with small police lights on top.

Clearly.

They might be FIB or CIA folks.

Don’t want to cause trouble.

"Let’s go,"

The husband was ready to start the car.

"Don’t rush," the wife didn’t think much and stopped him.

The husband was speechless.

Please.

With this level of security.

Often, looking too much can even cause trouble. He was just about to explain when the "Ula Ula Ula~~" of a siren sounded, and a police car sped up with lights flashing.

"..."

See.

Something happened, right?

If we leave now, we’re surely going to be chased.

Turn off the engine.

Prepare the documents.

"What’s going on?" the wife seemed to sense something was wrong.

"Nothing,"

After all, they didn’t have any ulterior motives, so they weren’t too worried.

Indeed.

The police car was coming right for them.

"Please show your documents." One person came forward to ask, while the other three stayed back, hands on their waists, as a precaution. At this time, with guests entering, it was the tensest moment for them.

If there’s any sudden movement.

Strike first.

Mistaken injury?

Pfft!

In today’s situation, a mistaken injury would be the other party’s bad luck. They were still considered gentle, not making them get out and lie on the hood, mainly because they didn’t want the VIP convoys passing by to see and get a bad impression.

At this moment.

The area of several kilometers around was under lockdown, as today’s guests were heavyweight figures, and security couldn’t afford to slack off.

"Okay."

The husband quickly handed over the documents.

After receiving them.

Reported the numbers.

Took photos.

Checked the identity.

This identity check wasn’t from an ordinary database but a higher-level one, even including assassins from various assassin organizations, accessible under agreements.

The power of capital.

Far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"What are you doing here?"

"Self-driving tour."

"Why stop here?"

"Just saw many luxury cars, was curious."

"Did you take any photos?"

"No."

"..."

One question after another was thrown out, and the two answered nervously. They checked while asking, and two minutes later, they confirmed their identity, with no issues. They returned the documents, "You can go now."

"Thank you."

"Don’t post any information on social software."

"Understood."

After driving a few kilometers.

The speed finally decreased, noticing the trend of increasing luxury car convoys on the road, shaking their heads. It probably wasn’t a simple matter, and having just been warned, they gave up the idea of posting a status to get clicks.

...

Manor.

After going through layers of examination.

Ge Zhong and the others finally entered the banquet hall.

"We didn’t arrive too early," observing the groups of three or five inside, drinking wine and chatting, Ge Zhong said. At this moment, a waiter came up with a wine tray, and everyone took a glass.

Hmm?

Red Wine.

Ge Zhong smirked.

Used to drinking fruit wine, and you offer me red wine, but seeing everyone around having red wine, he quickly understood. Set up by an old consortium, they have been influenced by red wine culture for a century.

Tradition.

Understandable.

Took a light sip, and Ge Zhong smiled.

In the past.

This wine could be considered top-notch. For such a big banquet, even if the inventory was large, they might not be willing to serve it.

It’s not about the money.

But there’s just not much of it.

Ge Zhong seriously suspected that these consortium folks had the intention of "clearing inventory," because compared to fruit wine, the taste of red wine was indeed slightly inferior. They had so much already, and it wasn’t the best anymore.

Might as well drink it.

Both face and facts are covered.

Quite clever.

And that’s the truth.

Once considered treasures, but later realized, besides collection, no one wanted to drink them, wasting them felt a pity, selling cheaply probably wouldn’t find buyers, so they decided to take them out and let everyone consume some.

"Brother Zhong, this wine used to be over a hundred thousand Euros a bottle, the price and no market," Yu Jiang chuckled. Red wine culture had been completely overwhelmed by fruit wine culture.

"And now?"

"Priceless and no market," Yu Jiang said.

"..."

Priceless.

Not because it’s expensive.

But because they don’t know how to make it cheaper.

"Come on, let’s meet some old friends."

After speaking.

They each went their own way.

Earlier, they were with a few Chinese friends, in various countries, they also had extensive networks.

Unlike frequently appearing managers.

Today’s attendees were the decision-makers, some retired for years, many hadn’t been to the United States for many years, taking this opportunity to meet ERV, this new upstart, and some old friends, maintaining connections. noveldrama

This was ERV’s coronation ceremony.

And also their social gathering.

"Hi, Zhong."

"You’re here."

"Long time no see."

"Heard your grandson had twins, congratulations."

"..."

Entered a small circle of six or seven people.

Each one knew Ge Zhong.

Ge Zhong also remembered all their names. The top circle isn’t that big. After decades, so many big and small banquets, it’s almost possible to recognize most of them, just the depth of relationships varies.

Towards Ge Zhong.

They still respected him quite a bit.

Others might not know, but at the top, the world isn’t that mysterious. The Ge family’s assets exceeding tens of billions of dollars were known to those present. Of course, most people here weren’t far behind.

Individually, they might not have as much wealth.

But they weren’t fighting alone; they had families.