The Great Sage Returns from Ten Years of Imprisonment

At 7:30 a.m. Eastern Time, Ling Yun departed with the delegation to the National Building Museum in Washington, D.C., to attend the opening ceremony of this year's Global Financial Summit.

As the convoy drove past the street in front of the hotel, Ling Yun glanced disdainfully at the black minivan parked not far away.

He then looked away and continued to review the meeting-related materials in his hand, too lazy to pay any more attention to the van.

Just ten minutes earlier, the head of the delegation's security team had specifically told him this.

Li Wen's parents were in that black minivan, trying to contact him, but they couldn't get in.

The van was arranged by Goldman Sachs to clear the area around the hotel, so parking it on the street was no problem.

Washington police, responsible for security around the financial summit, would never dare to mess with Goldman Sachs unless they launched an attack.

Moreover, someone at the White House had given instructions, so the police could only turn a blind eye.

Unfortunately, Goldman Sachs' grand plan ultimately failed.

Their carefully planned operation was easily thwarted by Ling Yun, and they never got a chance to speak with him.

They can't even see the real person's face. No matter how meticulous their plans are, they are helpless!

Escorted by a large number of police cars and special operations vehicles, the delegation's convoy sped away, heading straight for the National Building Museum in Washington, D.C.

Looking at the magnificent scene outside the car window, Li Wen's parents, who were inside the car, felt their calves twitching.

The shock of this state guest motorcade made them tremble from the bottom of their hearts, and even more so, they regretted their actions.

They originally thought that now that they had successfully immigrated, they would be much more confident when facing Lingyun again.

Only now do they truly realize that they are worlds apart from Ling Yun.

Li Wen's parents stood there stunned for a good four or five seconds, watching the delegation's convoy speed away.

After they came to their senses, Li Wen's mother suddenly said through gritted teeth:

"I'll call Nannan right now and have her contact that little bastard Lingyun. Now that we're in Washington, we have to see that little bastard."

"He's now a super-rich man with a net worth of tens or hundreds of billions of dollars, while our daughter only earns a few thousand yuan a month. We can only afford to rent a place in Vancouver. Why is that? It's not fair."

In her hysterical outburst, she quickly found Li Wen's phone number and dialed it without hesitation.

During their previous meeting with Lourdes, they gained a preliminary understanding of Ling Yun's current wealth and abilities through Lourdes' introduction.

They were completely stunned at the time, followed by regret and self-reproach, which only strengthened their resolve to extort money from Ling Yun.

Now, they are so regretful that they only want to jump off a building and commit suicide.

In a short while, they had dialed Li Wen's number.

Unfortunately, Li Wen, who was far away in Shanghai, did not answer their calls.

Meanwhile, the delegation's motorcade soon arrived at the National Building Museum in Washington, D.C.

In the preceding ten minutes, the other participating national delegations arrived one after another, creating a lively atmosphere.

As the Chinese delegation's motorcade arrived, everyone in front of the museum turned their attention to the massive, luxurious convoy.

People have different feelings because of their different perspectives; some envy, some admire, some are jealous, some have expectations, and so on.

Having just shaken hands with that cowboy president, the feeling was even more profound as the heads of state from various countries lined up in two rows to greet him.

Gathered in the square in front of the museum, journalists from news media around the world pointed their cameras and video cameras at the delegations from various countries.

The Chinese delegation, which was highly anticipated and widely recognized as capable of making a significant contribution to resolving the financial crisis and even proposing practical and effective solutions to rescue the market, became the focus of attention for major media outlets.

The arrival and appearance of the Chinese delegation, as reported by numerous news media outlets, instantly attracted worldwide attention.

On the other side of the ocean, night had already enveloped the entire capital city.

In the courtyard house by Houhai, Lingyun's parents and grandparents sat together on the living room sofa, watching CCTV's live broadcast.

As soon as the Chinese delegation's convoy arrived at the museum, my parents' eyes lit up and they became excited.

"Look, the delegation's motorcade is here! What a grand entrance! And they're the grand finale, so they're clearly highly regarded!"

"I wonder if we'll see Yunzi later? I wonder if she'll come out with that person, or with the rest of the delegation? I'm so excited!"

My mom and aunt chattered on and on, as if they had nails stuck to their bottoms and could hardly sit still.

Compared to them, Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad were relatively calmer.

But that's all; they also had bright smiles on their faces and eyes full of anticipation.

As they spoke, the convoy had already stopped in front of the museum's main entrance.

The Texas cowboy who stood in front of the museum to greet heads of state from various countries took the initiative to go forward with his wife to greet them.

The next moment, a large group of special agents in suits got out of the car and quickly dispersed to maintain order.

Once the scene was deemed safe, the car door opened, and the tycoon and his wife got out and stood beside the car.

Then he turned around and waved to the many media reporters gathered behind the cordon.

Immediately following behind, the door of an S350 opened.

Ling Yun and a beautiful female translator got out of the car and walked quickly towards car number one.

Clearly, they were to accompany the primary client and their spouse into the venue and provide accurate and professional translation.

What others don't know is that Ling Yun also has a mission: to provide that person with top-notch financial advice.

Seeing this, my parents were all stunned and couldn't believe it.

The living room erupted in chaos the next instant.

"Wow, Yunzi actually appeared so early, and in such an important position! That's amazing!"

"It seems this kid is going to follow that person into the venue and participate in the subsequent talks. Now it's impossible for him to avoid attracting attention!"

"Alright, Yunzi really gave the Ling family a lot of face, but there's a problem. We won't have a moment's peace tonight; our phones are probably going to be ringing off the hook!"

Before he could finish speaking, Dad's phone rang.

The caller was Yanzi's father.

The reason he called at this moment, need I even ask? Of course, it was because of Ling Yun's splendid performance on CCTV's live broadcast.

Dad picked up his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then stood up from the sofa with a smile.

"It's a call from Yanzi's father. He's probably calling about Yunzi. The two of them are definitely watching CCTV's live broadcast too."

"After this incident, I believe they will have no more complaints about the matter between Yunzi and Yanzi."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the window, preparing to answer the phone.

Just then, my mom's phone rang.

The person who called this time was Leilei's mother.

Upon seeing Lai Xian, Mom immediately smiled smugly.

"It's not just Yanzi's parents watching this live stream; our other in-laws are probably also sitting in front of the TV watching it."

"This is Leilei's mom's phone number. Yuanyuan's mom and the others will probably call soon, along with Yuanyuan, Yanzi, and the others. They'll be so happy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the phone and started talking to Leilei's mother.

What happened next is self-evident.

My parents were all polite and modest, but their faces were full of smugness; they were so excited they could practically take off.

After exchanging only a few words, they suddenly stopped and stared wide-eyed at the television screen.