People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 571 Offer Your Loyalty to the One True God (Final Chapter)

"Excited?" Anya exclaimed. "We're all anxious here, and you're secretly excited all by yourself? That's not fair!"

As she spoke, she wrapped herself in a blanket and nuzzled closer to Levi: "Mr. Superman, give me some of your excitement."

"How should I give this?" Li Wei chuckled, putting his arms around the three of them. "Come on, how anxious are you? Feeling lost about the future?"

“Yes, to be suddenly exposed to the whole world…” Elizabeth said. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”

"I don't have much to worry about," Kim Ha-eun said softly. "I've made arrangements for my parents, and no one can find them. But I... I'm mainly worried about my background. After all, I'm from K-town, which is different from Anya and Liz."

"Why would anyone criticize you?" Li Wei asked curiously. "I'll go talk to anyone who dares to gossip about you."

"There must be someone there, right?" Anya said, "Although there isn't one right now."

"Don't be so anxious," Li Wei smiled, "Relax."

Anya muttered something, seemingly saying "You make it sound so easy," and then nudged Li Wei with her head.

Just then, Anya's phone suddenly vibrated urgently in the pocket of her pajamas.

"Who would call me so late? A Moscow number? Don't I have a whitelist for my phone?" she wondered as she answered the phone. "This is Anna Sergeyevna Volkova, good evening."

"Good morning, Moscow time, Anna Volkova," a gentle male voice said. "Merry Christmas. I am with your father."

Anya then realized that today was Orthodox Christmas.

Sergei's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Merry Christmas, little bear!"

The familiar voice rang out again on the phone: "On my behalf, I've sent some small gifts to your father, which he can pass on to you. Also, I have some good news to tell you."

He paused for a moment: "Starting from the next working day, your father will be the chairman of the Russian State Energy Corporation, and will also serve as a permanent member of the Federal Security Council."

"But Russia does not have a national energy corporation," Anya said.

A sound came from the other end of the phone, Sergei's voice coming closer: "Let me say it—hey, little bear, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Dad," Anya said. "Are you with His Excellency Vladimir?"

"Yes, he invited me to his house for a casual meal today," Sergei said. "Well, as for this Russian State Energy Group, it's what Vladimir plans to use to acquire Rosneft, ChemGas, Atomic Energy, and seven other companies..."

The largest energy groups have been integrated to form a super behemoth.

"Guess who the first chairman was?" he said, bursting into laughter.

Anya's mouth gradually opened wider, and her eyes widened.

In energy-dependent Russia, each such company could have created a super oligarch. When Vladimir took office, he had to defeat many oligarchs to quell the situation.

But now, he is almost creating a new king who is on equal footing with him.

"Are you sure you're not joking, Dad?" Anya retorted. "How could he do something like this?"

"Mr. Sergei Volkov is a man of great courage and insight," Vladimir interjected. "I believe he can lead all of this well."

"Oh right," Sergei said, "why don't you want to take a sinecure here? Hmm... how about becoming the Minister of Innovation and Development first, reporting directly to me."

"There's no such position, Dad." Anya knew he'd made this up immediately. "Never mind, Merry Christmas, drink less."

"Listen to this," Sergei said, beaming, "my daughter cares about me."

Anya rolled her eyes and hung up the phone.

"What did Mr. Sergei say?" Kim Hee-eun asked curiously, and Elizabeth also turned her gaze towards her.

Anya gave a brief account of what had happened.

"Wow," Elizabeth patted Anya's head, "That's great, now you don't have to worry about Uncle Sergei and Vladimir having a conflict."

"Their relationship won't be good," Anya muttered, looking at Li Wei. "He must be giving my dad so much power because of Li Wei."

"No," Li Wei smiled, "he's doing it for your sake."

"What's the difference?" Anya said. "My influence comes from you anyway, doesn't it?"

As she spoke, her expression was quite happy.

However, not long after, Elizabeth's phone rang.

"This is Elizabeth Mellon," Elizabeth answered the phone, her expression immediately turning strange. "The Count of Ronan?"

All eyes turned to her.

"Me? Attorney General?" Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise. "That's too much! I don't even have a law license, Uncle."

On the phone, Ronan Mellon seemed to say something else.

“I know there’s no law that requires the Attorney General to be a lawyer, and there’s no age requirement,” Elizabeth shook her head, “but this is no joke, so please forgive me for thinking about it again, Uncle.”

She hung up the phone, a strange expression on her face, and looked at everyone, saying, "Washington wants me to be the Attorney General."

“I think so too,” Elizabeth said, “so I told him I’d think about it some more.”

"Go ahead and answer it," Li Wei shrugged. "Even presidents can get Alzheimer's."

"Don't say that," Elizabeth said responsibly. "This is a very important job and position."

Kim Ha-eun stared longingly at Elizabeth and Anya, a fleeting look of envy in her eyes.

Anya noticed Kim Ha-eun's expression and suddenly said, "Yeah, and this kind of job is more about responsibility. I wouldn't want to do it even if you gave it to me. It's exhausting every day."

Elizabeth seemed to sense Kim Hae-eun's emotions and changed her tune, saying, "Besides, accepting this might not be a good thing. There might be some kind of trap inside."

“Exactly,” Anya nodded. “If you take their jobs, you’re indebted to them, but you’ll still have to repay them in the future.”

"Don't try to comfort me," Kim Ha-eun said. "I'm fine."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kim Ha-eun's phone rang, and she immediately answered it.

Then she suddenly froze, and her English started to switch to Korean.

After babbling on and on in a string of gibberish, she finally put down the phone.

"Feeling better now?" Anya teased. "What position are you being given this time? To be the president of South Korea again?"

Kim Ha-eun blushed slightly, put her phone back in her pocket, and said, "The chairman of Samsung Group said he wanted to meet with me at my time to discuss cooperation, but I put it off."

"But he used honorifics when he spoke to me," she added.

She spoke casually, but her expression betrayed her. After all, as someone of Korean descent, who doesn't know the status of the Samsung Group in South Korea, where presidents and celebrities are merely their puppets and toys?

The fact that the chairman of Samsung Group personally called to invite someone to a meeting, and that a man in his fifties spoke to a woman in her early twenties with respectful language, itself sends a signal. No wonder Kim Ha-eun added a special comment.

"So," Li Wei shrugged, jokingly, "isn't it good to embrace change?"

The three women exchanged glances and simultaneously pounced on Li Wei, wrapping him up like a dumpling in a blanket.

After a while of playful fighting, the three women gradually calmed down and sat with Li Wei on the rooftop for a while, enjoying the rare tranquility.

No one spoke.

Li Wei was absorbing the fragrance and breath of the three women beside him, each with a different appearance and figure, yet all loving him. Their skin was pressed against his, making the sensation feel incredibly real.

It's right next to Don Quixote's estate.

Li Wei listened intently and could hear his faint snoring and heavy, powerful heartbeat.

Lily's room is downstairs from Don Quixote's. Lily is still awake and seems to be playing a game.

Lily has too many classes during the day, so she can only have fun at night.

However, with Li Wei's [Sanctuary Beacon] there, there's no need to worry about her energy the next day.

This feeling made Li Wei feel very happy.

After a while, Li Wei suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the manor gate behind him.

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

"Did you make an appointment with someone?" Li Wei asked. "I heard someone at the door."

The three women were taken aback, stood up, and turned to look in the direction of the gate.

"Makeup artist!" Kim Ha-eun blurted out, "Aigoo! I completely forgot about that!"

They hurriedly ran towards the stairwell, wrapped in blankets.

"Should I put on makeup now?" Li Wei glanced at his watch. "But it's only 1 a.m.!"

"Makeup takes a long time!"

"You don't understand!"

"Go to sleep early!"

Soon, Li Wei was the only one left on the rooftop. He smiled to himself, sat on the edge of the rooftop, and continued to look towards the Manhattan skyline.

After sitting for a while, when Li Wei went downstairs, he saw the three women busy in their respective dressing rooms, each surrounded by more than ten people.

With makeup artists, jewelers, stylists... the three women looked even more beautiful with these professionals by their side.

It wasn't until dawn that Don Quixote brought Lily over to have breakfast together.

Don Quixote was wearing a dark gray three-piece suit today, his beard was neatly shaved, and he looked quite well-groomed.

Fan.

Li Wei simply scratched his hair and wore a casual suit with an indistinct brand.

"Why aren't you wearing the TF haute couture I bought you?" Anya walked over after finishing her makeup, straightened his collar, patted his shoulder, and pushed his face away. "Don't kiss me. I have three layers of powder on my face. I feel like a fish fillet wrapped in a mask."

"Because TF didn't give me any compensation," Li Wei said, "I didn't want to give them a penalty."

Upon hearing this, everyone paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Lily, on the other hand, was eager to try: "Can I go with you, brother? Please!"

"Listen to me," Don Quixote said. "Let's do as Liz plans and go to the observation deck of the Empire State Building together. If you want to show off in front of your classmates, we can talk about it during the interview."

Lily reluctantly nodded.

When the convoy arrived at the Empire State Building, the observation deck was completely empty.

Normally, this place is packed with tourists from all over the world, but today the entire floor was booked out, with only a few building staff members standing far away at the stairwell.

Li Wei did not go out with them.

As per the previously agreed plan, he would go directly to Times Square to give a speech, and after that, he would fly here to meet everyone, and then they would leave together.

Lily was the first to rush to the window, pressing her face against the glass: "I see it! It's over there!"

Looking northwest, Times Square, a few blocks away, was already packed with people, a dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Kim Ha-eun held a tablet computer, her eyes wide: "Daebak... the total number of online users across all platforms has exceeded 5000!"

"Tens of thousands, and it's still rising."

Anya was furious to see that Kim Ha-eun was dressed in a haute couture gown and jewelry, yet her first thought was still about work. She walked over and snatched the tablet from Kim Ha-eun's hand.

"Sit down," she said, tossing the tablet aside. "Don't work today."

Meanwhile, in the very center of Times Square, a newly erected platform, more than 20 meters high, stood, roughly the height of a six or seven-story building.

The platform was bare on all four sides, with no stairs, no elevator, and no tower crane. There was only a microphone and a row of cameras on the platform, and all the large screens around it were displaying the same image, which was a live broadcast pointing at the microphone.

Times Square was completely blocked at this point, from 42nd Street to 47th Street. Many people had even come to reserve spots since last night, bundled up in down jackets and sleeping bags in the dead of winter.

Vendors weaved through the crowd, hawking Li Wei's merchandise; some even wore sausage grills on their bodies and carried...

They started selling fresh hot dogs from large bags of bread.

Everyone present at the scene and those watching the live stream had the same question on their minds when they saw this platform:

How exactly is he going to get up there?

"A helicopter, perhaps?"

"I won't say it's a machine, but I bet it's a crane. A crane will definitely come over soon."

"I bet he can fly."

"Idiot, if he could fly, I'd be God."

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

The online live streams were equally lively, with many big-name bloggers on Twitch and YouTube broadcasting the event live. One video blogger even watched a compilation video of Levi tearing apart an aircraft carrier, which had been widely circulated online, and analyzed it as he watched: "How exactly is Levi going to get up there? This is being broadcast live!" he excitedly said in his live stream, "Bet on Levi being Superman! Go to a legitimate betting website and enter my referral code to get a $10 coupon... I've already bet $100 million on Levi's show."

The live comment section was filled with mockery: "With odds this low, how dare you bet?"

"If you're so capable, betting a million on Li Wei is like betting on a superman."

After seeing the comments, the blogger shook his head and said, "No one's really betting that Li Wei is Superman, right? I'm not stupid."

"Let's see how Li Wei does his livestream later," he retorted to the viewers in the comments section. "If Li Wei can really fly up there, I'll eat this screen right now!"

At the entrance to the observation deck of the Empire State Building, some reporters had already received the news and arrived early, ready to interview Li Wei's relatives.

The countdown on the big screen had already jumped to the last 10 seconds.

Hundreds of thousands of people held their breath at the same time.

The numbers on the big screen jumped up and down: 3

-2

Suddenly, there was another person on the stage.

There was no helicopter or crane; Li Wei just inexplicably appeared there, hands in his pockets, looking down at the crowd below.

No one could clearly see how Li Wei appeared.

"How did he get up there?"

"I only blinked!"

"Is there a lift on the platform?"

A few people who were recording with their phones and cameras quickly checked the footage, but no matter how they zoomed in, they couldn't see it clearly.

There was no one on the platform in the previous frame, but in the next frame, the person was already standing there.

It's so weird, it's like a section of the video was cut out.

The video blogger in the live stream was also stunned.

"Edited!" he said. "It's definitely been edited! Was it filmed by any audience members?"

During the live stream, Li Wei was leisurely watching the crowd below the stage, while the video blogger was constantly looking for loopholes in the video.

A minute later, he said to the viewers in the live stream, "I've found a high-speed camera that's specifically for shooting slow-motion replays of rugby. Let's see what tricks Levi is up to."

He opened the video software, slowed it down to one-thousandth of a second, dragged it back and forth several times, and then fell silent.

The first frame is empty.

In the second frame, a stretched, blurry shadow descends from the sky.

In the third frame, Li Wei is already standing in front of the microphone.

"This..." The blogger opened his mouth, "This must be..."

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He couldn't think of any excuse for a moment.

Is Li Wei really a superhuman? Flying? Is the video real?

The viewers of the live stream went wild: "Wow! He's a superman!"

"When will the streamer eat the screen?"

"The streamer is really rich, he just threw away a million yuan."

Upon seeing the comments, the livestreaming blogger realized that his $100 million had gone down the drain. He felt as if he had witnessed a nuclear explosion, and slumped into his chair, drenched in cold sweat.

On the stage in Times Square, Li Wei walked back to the microphone and gently patted it.

The sound echoed throughout the square, and the hundreds of thousands of people who had just been huddled together fell silent instantly.

"He's about to speak!" shouted a man in the audience wearing a Giants jacket.

"He's about to speak!"

Emma plopped down on the counter, holding a bottle of old wine that she had just knocked off the top of, and shouted at the TV.

Not far from Times Square, Mrs. Dolores's boutique on Madison Avenue had no customers today.

It seemed like everyone in the entire Zhenyue group had crowded into Times Square. Mrs. Delos and Emma didn't join the crowd; they just stayed in the store watching the live stream.

On television, Li Wei stood on a platform more than twenty meters high, and after saying only a few words, he admitted it himself.

"In fact," he said with a smile, "those videos are all real."

The store fell silent.

"Sukabul... Wardfuck my mother," Emma's hand, which was chugging from the bottle, froze in mid-air. "Does he even know what he's saying?"

She turned her head and saw that even Mrs. Delos, who was usually unsmiling, was staring at the television in disbelief.

An artwork worth thousands of dollars slipped effortlessly from her hands and shattered with a "thud".

"No wonder..." Emma recalled when Li Wei first arrived, a box was stuck in the doorway, and three strong men couldn't lift it, but Li Wei picked it up and carried it away with a single swing. At the time, she thought Li Wei had superhuman strength.

"The box that held the sculpture was full of guns and gold bars, weighing over 300 kilograms. I wondered how he could possibly move it."

Ignoring the artwork that had shattered into several pieces on the floor, Mrs. Deloitte walked up to the television and practically pressed her face against it.

After a few seconds, she suddenly said, "Contact our people in the media."

"What are you doing?"

"His network of connections became more valuable than gold and diamonds," Mrs. Deloris said. People began to be curious about him; his work, his suits—everything was here. Even the sculptures were moved in, their interiors filled with solid material, and placed by the door."

Emma was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Mrs. Delos was planning to use Livy's influence to promote herself.

She hesitated for a moment, after all, she and Li Wei were friends: "Isn't this inappropriate? To use a friend's relationship to go out and promote something..."

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"Do you want to be rich?" Mrs. Delos asked. "Do you want to be as rich as Bloomberg?"

“We don’t even have to do anything,” she continued, “just by demonstrating the possibility that we know Levi, we’ll become fucking rich in the future.”

Emma immediately put down the bottle and went to look for her phone.

"I'm sorry, little brother," she said, putting her hands together as she passed the television. "I'm getting old, and I can only save up some money for my retirement."

Just as Mrs. Delos was about to take out her phone to make a call, her phone rang first.

The caller was a phone number she hadn't saved.

"Mrs. Delos, it's been a long time. I'm Holmes," Mayor Holmes of Zhenyue said warmly. "I wonder if you're busy today? There's a small private dinner at Gracie's residence tonight. Would you do me the honor of joining us?"

Mrs. Delos's lips curled up, she glanced at Li Wei on the television screen, and slowly said, "It would be my pleasure."

"It would be an honor," said Caesar, "I will do my utmost."

The director of the Zhenyue field office personally pushed the landline in front of him. On the other end of the line was a caller ID, and on the other end was the voice of Alan, the Chief of Staff of the American Palace: "Okay, Commissioner Caesar, I'll repeat myself one last time, from today onwards, you are the American Palace's Commissioner for Levi." A special department has been established in Zhenyue, solely responsible for matters concerning Levi. All matters will no longer go through the bureau, but will report directly to me. This was personally appointed by the President.

He paused for a moment, then said, "You did very well."

Chief of Staff Caesar Mina was referring to the day he took a helicopter directly to Long Island at top speed and successfully entered Levi's manor. Upon hearing the chief of staff's words, he pursed his lips and did not say anything more.

The director, still smiling obsequiously, listened to the busy tone on the other end of the landline before finally calling back.

Caesar looked at the television that was on by the side. On the screen, Li Wei was standing on a platform more than 20 meters high in Times Square, with hundreds of thousands of people standing behind him.

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Everything I do has nothing to do with the American government or any interest groups, so I don't want to be a superhero who wears his underwear on the outside and spends his days idly maintaining peace. Caesar walked out of the office, and Li Wei's voice gradually faded. He stood in the corridor and remained quiet for a while.

He could be said to have been promoted, or even risen to the top in one fell swoop.

From an ordinary clerk to a specialist reporting directly to the Chief of Staff of the Imperial Household Agency, the increase in authority and power was terrifying. Even though he had no desire to steal anything from Smith, his life was many times better than before.

And all of this stemmed from an extremely subtle coincidence.

He took out his phone and showed the group photo.

It turns out that the gears of his fate had already begun to turn back then.

When he returned to the task force to pack his things, he passed by the team leader's office.

The door was wide open, the inside was empty, and the nameplates on the tables had been removed.

He had heard about the team leader's fate.

Since the team leader failed to summon Li Wei, although the bureau did not punish or deal with the team leader, the team leader himself seems unable to accept the fact that superpowers really exist in this world.

"He submitted his resignation last week," said a passing colleague. "He's retiring before the end of his career."

Caesar hummed in agreement: "I know."

"He served as a federal agent for over 20 years, arresting drug dealers and terrorists," a colleague said with a sigh. "It's good that he can retire now, considering he's almost 50."

"That's good," Caesar said. "I'm going to pack my things now."

"Congratulations," my colleague said, "you've reported directly to Aya."

Caesar exchanged a few polite words, then went back to find his coat, folded it neatly, and put the rest of his things into a cardboard box before heading towards the elevator.

As he passed by, he overheard his colleagues whispering in front of their computers: "Caesar got promoted, and the team leader retired..."

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"Sigh, who is capable of taking over this position?"

"Who is capable of taking over this position?"

The president sat on the sofa in the Oval Office, looking at the room full of officials, and asked.

The television was on, but the volume was turned down low, and Li Wei was still speaking from the platform in Times Square.

My power originates entirely from myself and has nothing to do with any other force.

After the minister was suspended from his post, the position became vacant, and no one has been selected to fill it yet.

In the past, following the normal procedure, such a powerful position would require several months of wrangling and maneuvering among various forces and financial groups in Washington, involving multiple rounds of negotiation and balancing before a solution could be reached.

Everyone wants to squeeze their own people in, but that's impossible without paying a considerable price.

But no one wants to fight for their own position today, because they know that the position has already been decided.

"The most suitable candidate is Miss Issaya Mellon," said Alan, the newly arrived Chief of Staff of the Issaya Palace. "But..."

According to Ronan Mellon, she said she probably needs to think about it some more.

"That means we're not taking it," one of the staff members said.

"Find another one from the Mellon family?" Another aide looked at the documents in his hand. "Quite a few of Ronan Mellon's offspring are in politics, including some in this department."

"No," the chief of staff shook his head. "Ronan's lineage and Issa's lineage are not the same. Last year, her grandfather Alexander lost to Ronan in a family feud, which was about Freeport in Delaware. We need to curry favor with Issa, or more precisely, with Levi."

Some of the staff members, who were also aware of the matter, nodded: "Then let's look among her relatives, and we need to find someone who has a good relationship with Li Wei."

"Timothy Mellon, his son has a poor relationship with Isabella, so he's not an option."

"Betrice Mellon, her aunt, the mastermind behind the current governor of Florida, was part of Luke Cavendish's team when he ran for president, and she also contributed to the special election in which he won 95% of the vote."

The chief of staff had a bit of a white elephant with the previous president, Luke Cavendish, whose style was very radical. During his term, he messed up the power grid and pharmaceutical companies quite a bit, and now he was a local tyrant in Texas.

"Betty Mellon is a good candidate," Allen nodded, "but there's a fundamental difference between being a leader and being a project manager. Are there any other candidates?"

"Alistair Mellon and Levi have some personal connections, how about we consider him?"

"His reputation is terrible, and his abilities are lacking," Allen frowned. "Aren't there any other candidates?"

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the staff flipping through their notes.

"How about Elizabeth Mellon's father? Phoenix Mellon?" an aide suddenly suggested.

"Phoenix Mellon, that documentary director who offended a lot of WASPs back in the day?" Allen paused for a moment, "He... is indeed suitable."

"What's his relationship with Levi like?" the president asked.

"It should be alright," the chief of staff said, flipping through the documents in his hand. "He met with Levi once, at the Mellon family dinner on Christmas. It is said that Phoenix Mellon left looking relaxed, not like he had been wronged."

"Then what are we waiting for?" the president said. "Thank goodness he's back! Allen, you go yourself!"

The chief of staff sighed.

He was exhausted every day, having to do everything himself.

Almost simultaneously with the end of the meeting, the news from the president's office reached a private island in Georgia.

This is one of the famous winter vacation spots for old-money people. Alexander Mellon spent his winters recuperating here after being discharged from the hospital.

Dr. Harrison followed behind him, watching Alexander Mellon hang up the phone.

"Tsk," Alexander said dismissively, "A bunch of good-for-nothings in Washington actually want to bring Phoenix back as Secretary of State."

That's what he said, but Harrison noticed a slight upturn at the corner of Alexander's mouth.

His exiled son has become the Minister of the Department, and it is said that the family committee is already evaluating Issaia as the next head of the Mellon family, and Ronan Mellon is about to give his approval.

"In the end," he looked up at the warm sun, "I still won."

Dr. Harrison smiled but didn't say anything.

"I'd like to be by myself for a while," Alexander said. "Go ahead, and come back when I call you."

Dr. Harrison nodded, walked into the corridor, and dialed the phone numbers of his Zalf teammates, Reus and Finch.

He called the two of them for no other reason than to boast about the good deed he had done for Isabella and Levi in ​​the Hamptons that day.

"I told you so," he said smugly, "I've had high hopes for him from the very beginning."

"I told you, I had high hopes for him from the very beginning."

Sergei slammed his hand on the table, and the vodka on the table slammed shut.

Forty kilometers outside Moscow, at the Volkov family estate, a television on the wall was broadcasting Zhenyue's live stream, and Li Wei was standing on the platform in Times Square.

After leaving Vladimir's mansion, Sergei didn't get to enjoy himself fully because Vladimir himself couldn't ride much. He ran away and returned to his own home, where he rode with Anton.

As a secretary, Anton could drink at least as much as three Sergei. At this point, Sergei's face was flushed and he was starting to act like a drunkard, but Anton remained calm.

Sergei's cell phone was placed between the two men and kept ringing.

The two were betting on how many people would make the call, with each call resulting in a two-person ride.

The phone has been ringing non-stop for Sergei, from oil company executives to State Duma members and other oligarchs, much to his dismay.

But Mao Yi was the one who made the decision, and today he was really in a bad mood. In front of his secretary, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Chairman of the National Energy Corporation and a permanent member of the Federal Security Council.

Even he, through nepotism, achieved a leap in social class overnight, climbing a step that others could only dream of reaching.

And all of this is because he has a lucky daughter.

"I could tell the first time we met at Aman," Sergei said, pointing at Levi on the television screen as he drank. "This kid is something else."

Anton nodded, inwardly grumbling.

When he got back that day, he originally wanted to find fault with Li Wei, but after searching for a long time, he could only find fault with Li Wei's bad family background. He couldn't find anything else to criticize.

"Yes, he is a bit of a womanizer," Sergei said to himself, "but what man isn't a womanizer? The key is to treat everyone equally and be good to my little bear, that's what really matters."

Anton chuckled inwardly. A few months ago, Sergei almost flew to New York to have someone break Levi's legs ten times, and afterwards he even had a two-week cold war with Anya.

"You're right." He raised his glass and clinked it with Sergei's.

Sergei was already dizzy; he saw that there were three of them, including Anton.

He waved his hand, indicating he couldn't drink anymore, and forced himself to leave the table, leaning back on the sofa.

"You should drink less alcohol in the future." Anton took the hot towel from the maid and handed it to him.

Sergei stared at Li Wei on TV and suddenly paused, remembering what Li Wei had said when he cured his high blood pressure.

"Drink less," Li Wei said at that time.

"You're right," Sergei said, watching the television. "He's a good boy."

“He’s a good kid,” Ronan Mellon said. “Why are you all acting like some evil villain is going to take over the world?”

In Pittsburgh, that kingdom disguised as a manor, the fireplace crackled and popped.

As Ronan spoke, he turned to look out the window at the lakeside, where Li Wei had been watching him and Ren Yu for a long time.

At that moment, besides him, there were several old men sitting in the room.

These men's surnames alone could make Washington and Washington tremble, but now they were all gathered here, watching the television while Ronan Mellon swaggered in front of them, and could only rage in vain.

"I don't understand," the Rockefeller patriarch rubbed his temples, "Zhen Yue is clearly on Rockefeller territory, so why doesn't anyone in our family know him?"

"Who said there isn't?" The old man from the Vanderbilt family was related to Izsaya's mother, so he was one of only two people who could laugh.

"You have a little guy in your family named Tiffany Rockefeller, right? He was someone Anna Volkova offended back in high school."

"That's all childish stuff," Rockefeller said. "It's just friendship between classmates."

"You'd better hope that little Anna thinks the same way," Vanderbilt said with a chuckle. "Her father went to dinner with Vladimir today."

"Really?" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course," Vanderbilt glanced at Rockefeller, whose face was growing increasingly pale, "I've heard—and I'm just hearing, not sure if it's true—that Sergei might be moving up a couple more steps."

"How else can he climb the ranks?" Rockefeller was stunned. "He wants to be president?"

"No, but it's pretty much it," Ronan Mellon chimed in. "I heard that Russian energy companies are going to consolidate, and guess who's going to be the chairman of the consolidation group?"

Rockefeller's face darkened further.

After holding back for a while, he finally continued, his neck stiff with arrogance, "How old is Levi? Rockefeller has been around for over a hundred years, and the Rockefeller line will continue for several more hundred years, longer than the history of America itself. I don't believe Levi's child will be the same kind of superman."

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"Do you think his lifespan is the same as an average person's?" Ronan took a sip of hot water, slowly warming himself by the fire. "Which family here hasn't used LW's water? Putting everything else aside, do you think he won't live past 120?"

No one spoke.

The effects of LW's products are simply alien technology; they can't fathom how they achieve them.

Now that Li Wei's situation has come to light, even the most naive among them can guess some of what's going on.

And perhaps Li Wei possesses other abilities, such as those that extend lifespan...

Although it's unknown whether Li Wei has the technology or ability, the mere fantasy is enough to drive these old guys, who have one foot in the grave, crazy.

"And John Mara hasn't said anything yet," Ronan glanced at John Mara, who was sitting in the corner smoking a cigar, "How's your cancer going lately?"

John Mara had stage 3 stomach cancer, as many of you here know.

But judging from his current appearance, he's probably more shrewd than most of the people present.

John Mara was called on by Ronan Mellon, chuckled, and shrugged.

"So you really aren't considering going to Moscow?" Vanderbilt managed to steer the conversation back on track.

"I'll go then," the Rockefeller patriarch readily agreed. "I've long yearned for Russia."

"But if you ask me, the unluckiest person today isn't you," Vanderbilt laughed again, "it's DuPont," he said, glancing at...

The DuPont patriarch, who remained silent, remarked, "That little rascal, Daozi, has a grudge against the DuPont Foundation."

The DuPont family head, Yuki, put away his phone, his face grim, and said, "An apology plan is already being prepared. Izaia Mellon shouldn't hold a grudge, right? After all, we're all distant relatives to some extent, and she even has an aunt surnamed DuPont."

Ronan laughed, he hadn't laughed so happily in a long time: "No, Ziz is very opinionated."

"Zizi is very decisive," Anya said while watching the live stream, holding Kim Ha-eun's laptop in her arms and refusing to give it to her. "The person who booked the observation deck is really amazing. Not only can you see Times Square, but there aren't many people around."

o

"There aren't many people around now," Kim Ha-eun's eyes kept glancing at Anya's arms, wanting to bite her nails but not wanting to lose her composure, "There are reporters everywhere outside."

There were far more reporters than Kim Ha-eun had anticipated. She almost thought all of Jeon Jin-yo's reporters were there, with cameras and microphones blocking the entrance from the elevator.

A row of security guards and bodyguards, arm in arm, blocked the crowd outside.

The news about Li Wei is amazing! He's actually Superman!

Times Square was packed with people, and reporters couldn't even climb the 20-meter-high platform. But at the Empire State Building, you could still get in by giving the security guards some money at the entrance.

Today, whoever manages to interview Levi's family has a high probability of winning the Pulitzer Prize and making it into history books.

Therefore, even though they were almost crammed into a two-dimensional space, they didn't want to leave.

"Mr. Don Quixote!" someone shouted into a microphone, "Do you have anything to say to your nephew?"

"Mr. Don Quixote, do you also have superpowers?"

"Miss Anna! Are you aware of Mr. Levi's superpowers?"

Just then, a light suddenly shone in the center of Times Square, a few blocks away.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it was frighteningly large, instantly covering the entire square and illuminating even the surrounding buildings and the sky above. The warm light, like a spring afternoon, gently caressed everyone.

Kim Ha-eun instinctively took two steps forward and placed her hand on the glass: "What's that?"

"What is that?"

The people in Times Square only caught a glimpse of the radiance emanating from Li Wei. Standing before the microphone, he seemed to be illuminated, surrounded by a light that grew brighter and warmer.

The die-hard Li Wei fans who had stayed up all night queuing in the front row suddenly felt a warmth that dispelled the chill and soreness in their limbs.

pain.

Some people, seeing the radiance emanating from Li Wei, knelt down before him.

Meanwhile, pop-up windows kept appearing in front of Li Wei's eyes:

[Current number of viewers: 114.65 million/1 million]

[Main Mission 3: Organize a ceremony watched by over a million people and successfully ascend to godhood during the ceremony]

[Ceremony conditions met]

Only those who are called heroes can become gods.

Will the divine fire be ignited to illuminate the world?

Looking at the faces below the stage, Li Wei thought to himself: Yes.

The divine fire has been ignited.

[Ascension to Godhood Begins]

A beam of light suddenly emanated from his body, growing larger and larger until the entire Zhenyue could see him.

Then the light began to gradually recede and be absorbed into his body.

Li Wei felt something being ignited deep within his body.

[Successfully ascended to godhood]

Life has witnessed you, war has witnessed you, all living beings have witnessed you.

You have shed your mortal form and ascended to become a heroic knight.

Your bloodline has evolved; you have become a true god.

You gained a double check bonus on all checks.

[The Knight's Aura evolves into a Divine Aura; mortals involuntarily bow before you, and those who protect the Beacon are exempt.]

[Number of Sanctuary Beacons *2. Total number 50 after the bonus]

The legend of mortals ends here.

You have reached the system version limit. Please wait for the system to update with a large data package.

Strength, speed, physique, and spirit—each of these stats received a double score on the check. Li Wei was now too lazy to calculate his current strength level; he only knew that he was perfectly capable of doing so.

The people in the rows closest to him in the audience suddenly buckled in their knees and knelt down.

Then came the crowds, and the crowds that followed, from 42nd Street to 47th Street, the crowds surging like waves of wheat, layer upon layer.

He knelt down on the ground.

It was as if simply looking at the figure on the stage was enough to make them willingly kneel and worship.

"That concludes my remarks," Li Wei said as he slowly ascended into the air. "I wish you good health."

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of millions, Li Wei soared into the sky and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the crowd got up from the ground. Bathed in the light emanating from Li Wei, their coldness and pain seemed to dissipate considerably.

What followed was the deafening roar of people throughout Times Square.

"My God, he really flies!"

"He's telling the truth, he's Superman!"

"No, he is God!"

Ignoring these people, Li Wei stopped a second later at the edge of the Empire State Building's spire.

Behind the glass of the observation deck, Kim Ha-eun waved to him, and Lily jumped up and down in excitement.

Li Wei smiled, landed on the terrace, and pushed open the door to go inside.

The three women walked up to him and took turns embracing him.

Don Quixote also came up, and Livy immediately embraced him.

Don Quixote paused for a moment, and after a few seconds, he patted Livy on the back.

Upon seeing Levi's appearance at the Empire State Building, the reporters in the front row finally broke through the security guards and bodyguards' obstruction and rushed in, holding microphones and cameras.

Just then, a group of reporters spotted Li Wei.

With a "whoosh," everyone knelt down on the ground, leaving only Kim Ha-eun and the others looking at Lee Wei in surprise.

Li Wei paused for a moment, then smiled, his aura completely subsiding, "I'm still a little unskilled."

The reporters seemed to only just come to their senses, scrambling to their feet from the ground.

They picked up the equipment from the ground and looked at each other.

Finally, a young blonde female reporter rushed to the front: "Mr. Li Wei, this is F0X. Are you a god? Are you the incarnation of God on earth?"

All the cameras were pointed at him.

Li Wei glanced at Don Quixote beside him, then turned to the camera and smiled, saying, "I'm sorry, but I am a knight."

(End of the book)