Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Hehehe, Mr. Fang, you really know how to joke." Bezos had heard about Fang Jueyu's tactics. Back when he acquired Tengxun, he threw out $200 billion without batting an eye.

But it wasn't a reckless move. Now, Tengxun's market value is close to 2 trillion, making it the largest publicly traded company in the world, and its growth momentum is increasing.

His Amazon platform's market value wasn't small, reaching nearly $2 trillion, but he didn't hold many shares. If Fang Jueyu truly had such an idea, it might not take long before Amazon's shares would start flowing into Huaxia.

How much wealth Fang Jueyu actually possessed, he couldn't say, but he believed that, judging by Fang Jueyu's boldness when acquiring Tengxun, taking out several hundred billion dollars at once was absolutely a breeze, and that money was in cash!

He might wake up one morning to find that Fang Jueyu had already become the largest shareholder in Amazon, making his actions today akin to shooting himself in the foot.

Even if this platform could prosper and strengthen under Fang Jueyu's ownership, the essence of the enterprise had changed. It was no longer wealth owned by Americans but had become wealth owned by those in Huaxia.

Subsequent butterfly effects triggered by e-commerce would cause wealth to flood into Huaxia like crazy. At that time, he would certainly become a target for those with pens poised to criticize him, possibly labeled as a criminal.

"Don't be like that, Mr. Bezos. We can negotiate the price, and you've piqued my interest!" Fang Jueyu teased deliberately, "I guarantee that I'll harvest your shares at more than twice the market price."

"Mr. Fang... Mr. Fang, I was just joking earlier," Bezos said, sweating bullets. "Well, I have some other guests to attend to. Enjoy your meal and drinks; I'll take my leave first."

Bezos felt like slapping himself. He forgot that Fang Jueyu was a person who greatly valued national and ethnic honor. What seemed like a business talk earlier was actually a contest between e-commerce industries of two countries.

He believed that if the person talking about cooperation with Fang Jueyu had been Ma Yun, Fang Jueyu might have agreed without a second thought; he had been too reckless.

"Hmph, smart-aleck," Fang Jueyu sneered, watching Bezos's retreating figure. He didn't have a good impression of Americans in the first place. As soon as he arrived, he encountered an attack, had his car stopped in the morning, and now was being toyed with like a monkey.

"Xiaoyi, send Zhuang Ying a message, tell her to arrange a time for me to have dinner with Mr. Ma Yun from Alibaba. I think it's time for the world e-commerce industry leader to change places."

"Yes, Host!"

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"How did it go? What did Bezos talk to you about earlier?" Guo Xinyu returned to Fang Jueyu's side.

"Nothing much, just a greedy capitalist trying to extend his business arm into our Huaxia market and even seeking cooperation with me."

"Hahaha, then he certainly found the wrong person. Everyone knows you're a rebel youth." Guo Xinyu could already imagine how Fang Jueyu gave Bezos a hard time earlier. "So, what did you say?"

"I said I'm planning to take over the entire global e-commerce platform, intending to buy Amazon."

"Pfft! Then he must have been scared out of his wits, right?" Guo Xinyu laughed. Fang Jueyu's habit of using money to suppress people at a moment's notice really hadn't changed. "People like that should be scared more often!"

"Scare?" Fang Jueyu shook his head. "I wasn't scaring him; I actually plan to do it."

"What?" Guo Xinyu's mouth opened wide like she had seen a ghost.

This Amazon wasn't like Tengxun back then, with a market value nearing one trillion. Acquiring it was no simple task. Even if Fang Jueyu had that much money, the United States still had to agree to sell it. In that country, capital wasn't controlled by the entrepreneurs alone.

"It's fine; there's always a way." Fang Jueyu said light-heartedly. There really wasn't anything in this world he couldn't do, and this was no exception.

"By the way, where did you go earlier?"

"Oh, I just met and got to know a few nominated young female singers. Let me introduce you!"

Guo Xinyu wasn't particularly outgoing, and she didn't have many friends, to begin with, so it was rare to find a few like-minded people here with whom she got along so well, and she seemed to have already considered them friends.

"Asher, Bianase, over here!" Guo Xinyu called to the two female singers not far away.

Asher was Canadian, with a tall and fiery figure, a Western face that perfectly matched Asian aesthetic, and at only 19 years old, she had already received three Grammy nominations.

Bianase was an all-American beauty, not inferior to Asher in looks, but Asher was more pure and shy, while Bianase was all fiery passion and seductive charm. This time, she also received two nominations.

"Guo, this must be your boyfriend, right?" The singer named Bianase gazed at Fang Jueyu with interest. Despite her piercing gaze, it was not off-putting, as if it were her innate nature, making her seem very genuine.

"I know, the world's richest man, you've really got some skills." Bianase nudged Guo Xinyu with her shoulder. "If you ever don't want him, remember to pass him to me!"

Watching Guo Xinyu's protective expression emerge, Bianase immediately raised her hands in surrender, "Don't look at me like that, I'm just joking, hahaha."

Asher, meanwhile, kept sneaking glances at Fang Jueyu, but in her gaze, there was a flash of envy and greed.

"Hello, I'm Fang Jueyu, Xinyu's boyfriend, but this time, my identity is not as the world's richest man but as a nominee contestant."

"I've heard, Mr. Fang, your song 'Stellar Dream' dominated the charts within days, and now mainstream magazines say you're the most promising male singer." Bianase shook his hand warmly. "Have you ever considered developing a career in music, Mr. Fang?"

"I have too many side businesses, not enough energy," Fang Jueyu smiled politely. "This time, I'm mainly here to keep Xinyu company for her award."

"Something to envy indeed," Bianase made no attempt to hide her emotions.

"Mr. Fang... Mr. Fang, hello, I'm Asher." Wearing a white dress, Asher shyly extended her hand.

Her hand was smooth and soft, but when Fang Jueyu held it, he felt her fingers scratch his palm. She discreetly licked her lips and looked at him with a peculiar gaze.

At that moment, a waiter carrying a wine glass happened to pass by them, seemingly tripping on something. He staggered, and the wine in his glass spilled right onto Asher's hemline.

"Ah!" Asher exclaimed, her body bumped by the waiter, falling into Fang Jueyu's arms.

"Damn! Got it all wrong!" Fang Jueyu thought Asher was just an innocent young girl, but he was surprised to see this hidden side. Others might not have noticed, but Fang Jueyu did—she had tripped the waiter with her foot.

White lotus, who hasn't seen one? Since Fang Jueyu rose to fame, he'd encountered more women, but such a bold one was a first.