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As soon as Shen Fei finished speaking, the entire hall of the Navigator Club fell silent.

David Murray's expression froze, shifting from awe and incomprehension to utter astonishment.

His two companions behind him had their mouths slightly agape, as if they had forgotten where they were.

The members around the bar, who were all listening intently, thought they had misheard.

Are you kidding me?

A CEO?

CEO of an animal rescue center?

Let the Murray family heir, a director of the St. John's Chamber of Commerce, run a charity?

This sounds even more outrageous than that $500 fish and chips I just had.

This is no longer an insult; it's downright inexplicable mockery.

However, Shen Fei, who was in the spotlight, showed no sign of joking.

His gaze was calm and serious as he looked at David Murray, waiting for an answer.

Su Man stood half a step behind Shen Fei, looking at his profile, her heart pounding faster.

She suddenly realized that from the moment she stepped into the club, from that bottle of Royal Salute 38, to the three glasses of strong liquor that followed, and then to that fish and chips, everything was an interview prepared for David Murray.

David's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

He felt his blood start to run cold.

His companion behind him finally reacted, quickly stepped forward, and whispered to David:

"David, let's go, this is ridiculous."

Another person also said:

"That's right, he's humiliating you!"

David did not move.

His brain was working at high speed.

humiliation?

wrong.

If Shen Fei wanted to humiliate him, he would have done so when he was forced to drink three cups of wine.

Mr. Morgan's appearance, and that seemingly ordinary yet meaningful fish and chips, elevated Shen Fei's status to a height he couldn't comprehend.

Such a person wouldn't stoop to such low-level tactics.

So, he was serious.

But why me?

Why?

David finally found his voice and asked hoarsely.

"As I just said," Shen Fei's tone remained unchanged, "I'm looking for someone who knows when to break the rules and when to eat fish and chips. Of all those people, only you dared to stand up and test me, and only you, after Mr. Morgan appeared, understood the meaning of that fish and chips."

He paused for a moment, his gaze seemingly piercing through David's heart.

"More importantly, your ambitions can no longer fit into the path your father paved for you."

These words struck a chord with David.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Shen Fei.

As the family heir, his life trajectory was clear: take over the company, expand the market, and then live out his days in peace.

The road was safe, but it was so boring it suffocated him.

He longed to build something truly his own, something that would bear his name, David Murray, instead of forever being labeled "the son of the Murray family."

The mysterious Easterner before him saw through the desire hidden in his heart in just one night.

"I want to talk to you."

David took a deep breath and made his decision, "But not here."

"Can."

Shen Fei nodded, turned around and smiled gently at Su Man, "Let's go back."

He took Su Man's hand and walked towards the club's entrance as if nothing had happened.

David immediately told his companions, "You guys go back yourselves," and then quickly followed.

The club manager jogged to the door and escorted the three of them there, a professional yet undeniably respectful smile on his face, as he respectfully opened the car door for them.

Only after the black Bentley Bentayga smoothly merged into the traffic and disappeared into the night did the manager slowly straighten up and let out a long breath.

He glanced back at the still noisy crowd in the club, his expression complex.

He knew that after tonight, the mysterious young man from the East would forever remain a topic of conversation in St. John's high society.

Inside the Bentley, the atmosphere was quiet and somewhat oppressive.

David sat in the back seat, watching the fleeting street scenes through the car window, his heart still unable to find peace.

Shen Fei, who was driving, didn't say anything, and Su Man sat quietly in the passenger seat.

Shen Fei's calm voice finally rang out in the car as the car was about to leave the city:

"Mr. Murray, what do you think an animal rescue center means?"

This question came as a surprise.

David paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and answered from a business perspective:

"It means continuous investment with little return, making it a typical non-profit project. It may bring good social reputation, but in essence, it's a bottomless pit of money."

"Is this your answer?"

Shen Fei's tone was unreadable.

"Yes."

"Well then, I'll tell you my answer now."

"What I want is not a shelter, nor a charity. I want to build a mecca for global marine biological research, a paradise for top marine scientists!"

"My rescue center will have the world's most advanced medical equipment, capable of performing the most complex cross-species surgeries. We aim to conquer currently incurable marine diseases, and our gene bank will preserve the lifeblood of every rare species."

"The world's richest people line up to bring their pets for check-ups, and research institutions around the world are eager to collaborate with us. Every veterinarian and scientist who leaves here will be one of the most respected experts in the industry."

"Its brand value will surpass that of any luxury brand. The social responsibility and technological strength it represents will become the strongest brand hallmark of 'Dasheng'. It is not a bottomless pit of money; it is the most dazzling piece in my global business empire."

David was so shocked by this grand, almost arrogant idea that his mind went blank.

He initially thought it was just a charitable game on a whim of a wealthy person, but he never expected that the other party's plan was so vast and clear.

This is not business; it's about building a completely new ecosystem, an empire that combines technology, philanthropy, branding, and immense influence.

"I've already hired Antonio Bellini as the designer."

Shenyang Aircraft Corporation has dropped another bombshell.

"What?"

David cried out, "That retired Bellini? That can't be! Prince Sahar..."

"The prince has returned empty-handed."

Shen Fei interrupted him, "Mr. Bellini will be in St. John's tomorrow to discuss the design with me in person."

David was completely speechless.

He felt like a toddler who had just learned to walk, looking up at a giant who was building a spaceship.

They're playing a game on a completely different level.

The Bentley drove into the estate and slowly came to a stop in front of the main building.

James was already waiting at the door, meticulously opening the car door.

Shen Fei led Su Man and David into the brightly lit living room, where Pete and Zhang Xin were already there.

"Pour him a glass of water."

Shen Fei said to James.

He sat down on the sofa in the main seat, looking at David, who was still in shock.

"Now, I'll ask you one more time."

"My animal rescue center needs a CEO to turn it from blueprints into reality. You'll be responsible for building the framework, recruiting the team, and establishing the rules to make it operate efficiently."

"You name your salary. Once the project is on track, I'll give you 5% stock options."

"Most importantly, this project will be entirely led by you. I only care about the results, not the process."

"Mr. Murray, are you interested?"

David's breathing became rapid.

He looked at the young man in front of him, at the team members behind him with different expressions but all centered around him, and at the palatial manor.

Ambition burned like fire in his chest.

Leave the protection of your family and create your own legend.

This opportunity is right in front of you.

He straightened up, adjusted his suit and tie, and then solemnly extended his hand to Shen Fei.

"Mr. Shen, there's no need to ask any more questions."

"From this moment forward, I am the CEO of your rescue center."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Murray."

Shen Fei shook hands with him and smiled.

And just like that, a CEO was chosen.

Shen Fei didn't give him time to celebrate; he let go and immediately got back to work.

"Very good. Your first and most important task is to build a team."

He turned to James:

"Send Mr. Murray a copy of our proposed list of global experts in marine biology, genetics, and veterinary medicine."

"Yes, sir."

Shen Fei looked at David again, his eyes sharp.

"This list contains thirty people, all top experts in their respective fields. I need you to use all your resources, connections, and methods to bring them all to St. John's within two weeks."

"all?"

David stared at the glittering list on the tablet and gasped.

Several of them are national treasure-level scientists, and some are even Nobel Prize nominees.

"all."

Shen Fei's tone left no room for argument: "Money is not an issue, nor is how to persuade them. I just want results."

He stood up, walked to the edge of the terrace, and looked at the undulating sea in the darkness in the distance.

"Mr. Murray, welcome to Great Saint Manor."

"Here, we only do one thing—"

"Turning the impossible into the possible."