Ye Huang has never been very relieved about his prospective father-in-law.
"Are you kidding? You shouldn't be. You and Mia already have a child. In your Chinese language, if you don't look at the monk's face, he should still look at the Buddha's face, right?"
"I don't know about this. It's just that the call I received said so, so I rushed over. This matter must be clarified."
With a wry smile, Ye Huang took a few bites of bread and put it down.
"I called the person in the Holy Court here and asked him to prepare the information. You can accompany me to get it later."
"No problem, they're in Manhattan." Nodding, Stephen agreed and then added.
"The Wall Street conglomerate has the shadow of the Rockefeller family. A few days ago, I heard that the second heir to the Rockefeller family was humiliated in China. Doesn't this matter have anything to do with you?"
"Yes, he was humiliated by me. This kid has thoughts about Mia. I suspect that this matter has something to do with him."
"It's really you! You don't know that this kid is acting crazy when he comes back. Recently, your Ye family's business in America has been hit hard by the Rockefeller family."
Stephen was shocked again when he heard that it was really Ye Huang.
He really never thought that Shura, who didn't cause much trouble before, could be so aggressive now. As an American, Stephen knew how terrifying the Rockefeller family was.
"I know all this, so let them be proud for now. Sooner or later I will get them all back!"
Ye Huang's eyes narrowed, and a sharp light shone through.
Feeling the strong aura erupting from Emperor Ye's body, Stephen shrugged.
"It seems that it is not a very wise thing for the Rockefeller family to provoke you."
"Is there any information on them?"
"There are some, but not all, right. Rockefeller and Jacques seem to be in New York recently, attending an event. Do you want to go and meet him?"
"Of course, since we encounter it, we will always have to give it a try."
Even Ye Huang did not expect the news Stephen gave to Ye Huang, but Ye Huang soon made a decision.
Various signs have shown that Mia's detention this time is inextricably related to the Rockefeller family.
"I'm going to observe a few minutes of silence for that kid." As he spoke, Stephen made a face and crossed himself on his chest.
After breakfast, Ye Huang asked Tuoba and the others to continue resting in the room, while he and Stephen drove out towards Manhattan.
If New York is the crown of the United States, then Manhattan is undoubtedly the brightest pearl on the crown.
Six centuries have passed since Peter, the governor of New Netherland in the 15th century, bought Manhattan from the American Indians. During these six hundred years, Manhattan has gradually developed from a small town to
Today's central business district and central city of New York.
In this land of less than 60 square kilometers, there are gathered a group of the richest people in the entire United States and even the world, and among them there are many famous large financial groups.
And what Ye Huang is looking for is one of them, the Wall Street consortium.
Compared with the old American conglomerates such as Rockefeller, Morgan, and DuPont, the Wall Street consortium is a newly formed consortium in the past ten years. The consortium is not as big as the previous consortiums, but its influence on Wall Street is still considerable.
In the United States, a country that claims to have the most complete capitalist system, the power of conglomerates permeates every aspect of the country.
The tentacles of the consortium reach up to the national leadership and decision-making level, and even down to the food, clothing, housing and transportation of ordinary people, they are inseparable from various large consortiums.
Someone described the U.S. government as saying that rather than serving this country, they serve every consortium that supports them. This sentence explains the status and strength of the consortium in the United States.
As the most famous conglomerate in the history of the United States, Rockefeller is undoubtedly the giant among them, and this time, the Wall Street that Ye Huang wants to fight against is inseparable from them in a certain relationship.
Parking the car on a roadside outside Wall Street in Manhattan, Stephen took Ye Huang into Wall Street.
Wall Street is not only the headquarters of major financial institutions, but also many intelligence agencies around the world will set up their agencies here, and the Holy Court is one of them.
111 Wall Street, on the surface, is the Citibank building, but in fact it contains many unknown things.
In fact, not only the Citibank Building, but also the entire 500-meter Wall Street, the buildings on both sides contain too many ulterior things.
After entering Citibank, Ye Huang and Stephen showed their identity badges one after another, and then were taken out of the lobby by a specific waiter and walked into the side door.
After walking around for a long time, I finally stopped in front of a door located underground.
After bringing Ye Huang and the two to the door, the waiter left, and the door opened from the inside. A very capable-looking middle-aged Western man appeared in front of them. He wore glasses, which gave people the first impression of
It smells like a banker.
In fact, the man in front of him does work at Citibank to hide his true identity.
"You two, please come in."
Looking at Ye Huang and Stephen outside the house, the manager was obviously a little surprised.
He didn't expect it to be a Western face and an Eastern face. This seemed a bit nondescript to him, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Because he knew that these people were the big patrons of the Holy Court, and he did not dare to offend them.
After following the middle-aged man with glasses into the room, the latter first poured two cups of coffee for Ye Huang and the others, and then sat back at the desk.
"You two, I am the liaison officer of the Holy Court in Manhattan. You can just call me John. What information do you need?"
"I have contacted your US headquarters and they told me that the information can be obtained from you. Hasn't it arrived yet?"
"Are you Mr. Blood Shura?"
When Emperor Ye spoke like this, the middle-aged man with glasses trembled. He never thought that the once feared Bloody Shura was actually the thin man in front of him.
"I don't think anyone will pretend to be here, right?"
"That's not what I meant. Since the information you want is very confidential, it must be confirmed. Can you please show me your VIP card?"
Seeing the other party's step-by-step approach, Ye Huang didn't feel anything was wrong. He took out his VIP card and lightly swiped it on the unique device installed in the Holy Court. After the green button on it lit up.
A bright smile immediately appeared on the bespectacled man's face.
"Hello, Mr. Shura, it is my honor to serve you. Most of the information you requested has been collected, but there is still a small amount that cannot be provided because it involves some secrets. Please forgive me."
"Nothing, just bring what you found."
Knowing that the Rockefeller family was probably a client of the Holy Court, it was naturally impossible to reveal certain things, and Emperor Ye did not force it.
