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Chapter 670 The Most Terrifying Thing is Imagination

While the Momo Group was embroiled in heated discussions about Lei Jun's identity, the atmosphere in the usually orderly VIP area outside Munich's Strauss International Airport was completely different today.

Security personnel dressed in black suits formed several human walls as if facing a formidable enemy, keeping the global media who had rushed to the scene outside the security line.

Media reporters anxiously zoomed in and out with their cameras and microphones, all craning their necks to stare intently at the Boeing BBJ business jet that had just taxied onto the designated parking area. The jet was entirely black and had no airline markings.

Even before the hatch was opened, an invisible sense of oppression already permeated the air.

"Target vehicle confirmed to be in position."

"The perimeter has been cleared and the route is now open."

"The media area is under control and no abnormalities have been found."

A deep, precise report was transmitted rapidly through the security personnel's communication channels.

Inside the airport, BMW Group Chairman Jürgen Punch, Mercedes-Benz Group Chairman Ola Källenius, and Audi Chairman Rupert Hooper, three influential figures in European industry, gathered together for a rare occasion to personally greet him.

Beside them stood Mike, president of Enze Capital, and Du Yusheng, chairman of Momo Group. His face showed a mixture of curiosity and solemnity. Facing this mysterious supreme leader, Mike and Du Yusheng were equally filled with uncertainty.

Mike, in particular, had served as president of Enze Capital for four years, and this was the first time he had ever met Lei Jun in person.

All eyes were focused on the tightly closed hatch, and every second was filled with the click of camera shutters and the suppressed discussions of the reporters.

Finally, the hatch slowly opened.

The first to appear were four female bodyguards dressed in sharply tailored charcoal gray suits, with cold and aloof expressions.

Their movements were swift and synchronized. The two quickly stood guard along both sides of the gangway, their sharp eyes sweeping across the entire area as if they could penetrate every camera lens and detect any potential threats. The other two remained at the hatch, forming an internal defensive circle.

After a brief silence, the person in question appeared at the hatch.

Smith Reibus.

He wore a seemingly simple, but actually handcrafted, deep navy blue double-breasted suit by a master tailor from Savile Row in London, the fabric gleaming with a delicate, soft sheen.

He did not rush down the gangway, but paused slightly, calmly scanning the area ahead.

It was this brief pause, combined with his naturally curly black hair, deep-set eyes, and a well-trained demeanor that blended royal nobility with the confidence of a business tycoon, that instantly captivated everyone's attention.

He didn't need to make a fuss; simply standing quietly exuded an air of arrogance.

Because his name is Lei Jun.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but it wasn't quite a smile; it was more like a calm acceptance of the grand scene before him.

After scanning the area, he stepped down the gangway with steady steps, carrying an ancient rhythm belonging to a desert royalty.

“Mr. Leibusi.” Punk recognized Leibusi at first glance.

After all, they've seen Lei Jun's passport photo countless times.

Punk stepped forward first and extended his hand warmly.

“Chairman Punk, thank you for your hospitality.” Ali Sharif extended his hand to shake his, speaking with a distinctly international English accent.

This is the unique English accent of royal family members in many countries. This accent requires training from a young age and cannot be imitated simply by looking at it.

His handshake was firm but brief, maintaining just the right amount of distance.

He greeted Källenius and Rupert in turn, his words and actions impeccable, expressing both respect and the reserve befitting a leader in capital and technology.

When he turned to Mike and Du Yusheng, there was a hint of something in his eyes that only his own people could understand.

"Mr. Mike, Mr. Du, you have done a very good job these past few years." His words carried a meaningful tone, making Mike and Du Yusheng feel somewhat flattered.

Du Yusheng quickly replied, "Mr. Lei Jun, you flatter us. Our group cannot do without the support of Enze Capital."

As he spoke, he sighed inwardly, marveling at the unfathomable aura of the mastermind behind Enze Capital.

That kind of noble air is something he and Cheng Yi could never learn even if they practiced for a lifetime.

Compared to Mr. Lei Jun, he and Cheng Yi are just big bumpkins and second-rate bumpkins.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, four female bodyguards immediately formed a mobile protective circle, escorting Ali Sharif as he walked toward the waiting BMW armored convoy.

One of the female bodyguards stayed half a step behind him, her eyes scanning his flanks warily.

Before he boarded the train, the other person quickly and professionally inspected the interior of the carriage, moving swiftly and decisively.

Their white gloves were spotless, and the communication devices by their ears flickered to ensure that instructions could be transmitted instantly.

The security standards for heads of state were on full display at this moment.

This is not only to protect Lei Jun's safety, but also to establish his supreme image.

Amidst the flashing lights and media frenzy, the convoy silently departed the airport and headed towards BMW Welt in Munich.

Inside the car, Ali Sharif leaned back in the soft leather seats, gazing at the fleeting scenery outside the window.

To outsiders, he appeared calm and composed, as if he were simply attending an ordinary meeting.

Only he knew that his heart was pounding, not from nervousness, but from a sense of mission.

"Father, Mother, Aisha... I must perfectly carry out their mission so that you can have a good life." He murmured to himself.

These four female bodyguards appeared to be protecting his safety, but in reality, they were monitoring him.

If he makes any unusual move, he will be beheaded immediately.

He was once a member of the royal family, and his family suffered a major purge after their rule was overthrown.

Although their family was only a collateral branch, they also suffered an assassination attempt.

To escape assassination, they squandered their fortune and hid in a prison in a small country, where they took on minor positions. This was their only escape, but it also meant that their entire family would be confined to that relatively bright prison for the rest of their lives.

Playing the role of Lei Jun was the wisest choice for him to leave prison with his family. Now that he has become Lei Jun, Lei Jun will erase all traces of his family.

From this day forward, his family will no longer have to live in fear.

After all, compared to the endless assassinations by his political enemies, it was obviously much safer for him to play the role of a big boss of a company.

He took a deep breath, concealing the emotions that belonged to Ali Sharif, and allowed the soul of Lei Jun to possess him once more. From this day forward, he was, without a doubt, Lei Jun.

He was willing to die for this name, as long as it allowed his parents, wife, and children to live in the sunlight.

BMW Welt, one of the most futuristic buildings in Europe, has become the focus of the global technology and finance world today.

Inside the huge circular hall, the lights were dazzling and the crowds were bustling.

On the backdrop of the stage, the words "[BBA Mobile Communications Company Establishment Ceremony and Strategy Launch Conference]" shone brightly under the lights.

When Ali Sharif entered the venue accompanied by Mike, Punk, Källenius, Rupert, and Du Yusheng, the previously noisy hall fell silent for a moment, and then, even more intense flashes of light enveloped him.

He accepted everything calmly, his steps without faltering in the slightest.

The four female bodyguards followed closely behind, two of them leading the way slightly, their eyes sweeping over every face in the front row. The other two followed closely behind, forming a moving barrier to ensure that no one could get within three meters of him without permission.

Their very existence is a silent declaration.

This person is extraordinary.

After taking his seat on stage, Ali Sharif's upright posture and calm demeanor naturally made him the center of attention.

It's not that Ali Sharif has a particularly strong presence; the key is that he's so high-profile that many things are hard to imagine.

People have already associated him with mystery and power. Even though he is bald and sitting there in a vest and slippers, his aura does not diminish in the slightest.

When it was his turn to give a speech, he did not rush to the podium like the others. Instead, he first elegantly adjusted the cuffs of his suit. This subtle gesture carried the refined manners of an old aristocrat.

He walked slowly to the front of the stage, gently placed his hands on either side of the podium, and scanned the entire audience with piercing eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, reciting the speech he had given him in his own words, without any prepared script: "Thank you all for coming today. We are gathered here not just to launch a new product or to start a new company."

He paused, giving the audience time to process the information and allowing the weight of his words to settle.

"We are here to break the old paradigm of discourse and to declare that Europe will not be absent from the future landscape of mobile intelligence!"

His words astonished everyone present!

There was no humble opening, no business tactics, only naked ambition.

With just one sentence, he relegated him to the ranks of Europeans.

Ali Sharif continued, “I come from a ruined royal family in the Middle East. My grandfather was Turkish, so I am half European, half European.”

Upon hearing Ali Sharif say that he came from royalty, the audience immediately began to murmur among themselves.

In fact, even without Ali Sharif's introduction, his pronunciation alone was enough to reveal his identity.

Now that Lei Jun's true origins have been confirmed, Mike is the happiest person of all.

Mike's biggest worry was that Lei Jun was from South Korea, just like Tony. If Lei Jun was Korean, it would be a real problem.

Europe might not be willing to support a South Korean.

Ali Sharif continued, "I came here mainly for two things."

"The first thing I've decided to do is formally become a British citizen and a true European." Ali Sharif's words caused an uproar in the audience.

Lei Jun wants to join Europe?

That's big news!

After a brief moment of excitement, the reporters in the audience started flashing their cameras incessantly.

“The second thing I’d like to talk to you about is this new company,” Ali Sharif said with a smile.

They quickly began to explain the philosophy of BBA Mobile Communications Company.

He spent nearly half a month memorizing this concept, not only reciting it but also adding his own understanding.

He was already proficient in finance, so he naturally learned the basics quickly.

He then began to elaborate on the core concept of intelligent driving, which deeply integrates the rigor of the automotive industry with the innovation of intelligent technology.

His words are logically sound, he readily cites data, and his judgments on technological paths and market trends are astonishingly accurate.

Behind this lies Cheng Yi's forward-thinking insights delivered through encrypted channels, which, when expressed by Ali Sharif in a captivating manner, generated unparalleled persuasiveness.

"Some might ask, what makes us so special?" Ali Sharif slightly raised his chin, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and smiled, "My answer is, it's because of the chip architecture and touch solutions that Enze Capital built with billions of pounds, and the mobile intelligent operating system that the Gods Network Research Institute has been relentlessly developing for years! It's because of the century-long industrial accumulation of Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi, giving them an extreme pursuit of safety, quality, and reliability! It's because Europe has never lacked the courage and wisdom to challenge the peak and define the future!"

His arm drew a powerful arc in the air as he said in a resolute tone, "We respect the kings of the old era, but the tide of the future belongs to BBA Mobile Communications, and to all emerging companies that dare to innovate and challenge the peak."

Du Yusheng, sitting in the audience, was deeply shocked. He prided himself on his excellent oratory skills, but compared to Lei Jun in front of him, he felt inferior.

Du Yusheng himself is unaware that he has now fallen into the trap of making assumptions.

If Li Xiang had said the same thing, Du Yusheng would have smacked his lips and said, "What kind of bullshit is this?"
At this moment, the three German automotive giants, who were also lost in their own thoughts, were also beaming.

This speech ignited the wildfire within them.

The speech ended with thunderous and prolonged applause.

Throughout the subsequent photo session and Q&A, Ali Sharif maintained his charming demeanor.

When he spoke with important guests, his eyes were focused and his responses were witty.

He remained composed in the face of the media's frantic snapping, every angle appearing meticulously designed, showcasing an international movie star-level sense of camera presence.

A female bodyguard stepped forward at the opportune moment, whispered something in his ear, and handed him a top-grade Havana cigar that had already been cut but not lit.

Ali Sharif took it and gracefully held it between his fingers, a gesture that drew another round of camera shutter clicks.

The press conference was an unprecedented success.

At the small celebratory reception after the meeting, Ali Sharif mingled with celebrities from all walks of life, chatting and laughing with ease.

He even improvised a classical piano piece of considerable difficulty at the invitation of a pianist, which amazed everyone present with the artistic cultivation of this mysterious tycoon.

Only he himself knew that this was part of the elite education that Zhang Bao had arranged for him, in order to make the character of Lei Jun more complete and flawless.

(End of this chapter)