America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Sarah was on the porch keeping the flowers that were almost past their prime warm when she saw the person who came in, and she looked puzzled.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for the male owner of this place, Mr. Chen An."

The old man bowed slightly, his manners impeccable.

"I am Heinrich, a senior partner from the Swiss Bank of Bern."

"I have a business deal I'd like to discuss with Mr. Chen."

Swiss banker?

Sarah was startled and immediately invited the man into the living room, and asked Jessica to go to the cowshed to call Chen An.

……

Ten minutes later.

Chen An washed the smell of cow feed off his hands, changed into casual clothes, and sat down in the living room.

"Swiss Bank?"

Chen An looked at this uninvited guest.

"I remember my money was held in Citibank and JPMorgan Chase. I don't recall having a Swiss account."

"You don't have it. But one of your 'old friends' does."

Heinrich took a file bag sealed with sealing wax from his briefcase.

"Old Joe Capone."

Upon hearing this name, Chen An's eyes narrowed.

That old guy is still lying in the prison hospital.

I heard that after seeing those corpses last time, his stroke got worse, leaving him paralyzed on one side and unable to speak properly.

"What happened to his account?" Chen An asked.

"Mr. Capone actually signed a very special trust agreement before he went to prison."

Heinrich adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone calm.

"The agreement stipulates that if he is deprived of his personal freedom for more than three months, or is deemed incapacitated, he will be released."

"...all his hidden assets overseas, namely his pension fund of approximately US$250 million, will be subject to 'final liquidation procedures'."

"Who will be the one to settle accounts with? His illegitimate son?" Chen An sneered.

"No."

Heinrich shook his head, his gaze fixed on Chen An.

"To settle scores with...those who defeated him."

"What?"

Even Chen An was stunned. What kind of twisted logic is this?

"Old Joe is a madman and a gambler," Heinrich explained.

"He believed in the law of the jungle. He thought that if someone could defeat him head-on and take away his territory, that would be the best way to win."

"Then that person is even more qualified to inherit his wealth and build an even larger empire."

"Instead of leaving it to his useless relatives and descendants who only know how to squander money."

"Of course, there's a premise here."

Heinrich pointed to the file folder.

"That is, the person who defeated him must verify his identity through a 'key'."

"And that key... we searched all of Joe's safe houses but couldn't find it."

"Until recently, we heard on the black market that one of Old Joe's most cherished keepsakes... appeared in Montana."

Chen An remained silent for a moment.

A token of affection.

He suddenly remembered the ear that Ironhead had cut off that night.

No, that's disgusting.

besides……

Chen An looked at Sarah, who was sitting in the corner.

"Sarah, go and get what we found on that Mexican 'butcher' the other day."

Aside from the overturned car, they did indeed loot some spoils.

A moment later, Sarah brought over a small cloth bag stained with blood.

Chen An poured it out.

Besides some loose change and bullets, there was also a heavy, uniquely shaped gold ring.

The ring is engraved with a coiled snake, with rubies set in its eyes.

This is something the butcher carries close to his body, and it's said to be a "get-out-of-jail-free card" that Old Joe gave to his core subordinates.

"You mean...this?"

Chen An placed the ring on the table.

Heinrich picked up the ring and carefully examined the inscription on the inner band.

Then he took out a specially made card reader and scanned the ruby.

"drop."

The green light comes on.

Heinrich took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Chen An.

"Confirmed. The highest-level access key for that Swiss account is hidden here."

"Mr. Chen, congratulations."

"Legally speaking, this is a 'gift of ownerless property'."

"From today onwards, those 250 million US dollars in Swiss bearer bonds, as well as Old Joe's three estates and a yacht in Europe... are all yours."

"All you need to do is sign here."

Chen An looked at the document, then at the blood-stained ring.

This is simply... a windfall.

No, this is the winner's bonus.

This is the cruel world of capitalism. Winners take all.

The loser has to pay the winner even his life savings.

"I'll sign."

Chen An picked up the pen without any hesitation.

"The money was transferred to Titan Resources' offshore account. As for that yacht..."

He turned to look at Jessica, who was covering her mouth with a shocked expression that said, "We've struck it rich again."

Summer is almost here.

Chen An smiled. "I think we could consider taking a vacation to the Mediterranean. We could bring Katie and Irina along."

"Really?!" Jessica screamed.

"Of course. Because I have another identity... captain."

On this winter afternoon, in a living room filled with the aroma of coffee.

Chen An's wealth empire has surged once again.

This is not just about money, but also a signal.

This signifies the complete departure of the old era's hegemons and the rise of new era's behemoths.

The Titan had completely devoured its corpse, growing even larger and hungrier.

"Mr. Heinrich, please stay for dinner."

Chen An put away the gold ring, his eyes turning playful.

"Although our farm is remote, the beef here..."

"But it's a top-notch delicacy that even Swiss bankers can't get their hands on."

That night, the air in the manor was filled with the aroma of oils that could shake even the faith of vegetarians.

In the kitchen, Chen An personally took charge of the cooking.

Although the first batch of officially slaughtered "Titan Snowflake Cattle" will still take several months.

But as a test subject, Tie Tou and his team took meticulous care of the young bull for a week.

They still managed to contribute several pieces of incredibly juicy ribeye steak.

There's no fancy marinating involved.

Chen An used only coarse sea salt and freshly ground black pepper.

"Sizzle—"

The thick-cut steak made a satisfying crackling sound as it touched the scorching hot iron pan.

The white grease melted instantly, releasing a unique smoky aroma with a hint of milk and nuts.

It followed the exhaust fan into the living room, and into the nose of the Swiss banker, Heinrich.

Heinrich sat on the sofa, still maintaining that old-fashioned gentlemanly posture.

But the constant twitching of his nostrils and the rolling of his Adam's apple betrayed his hunger at that moment.

"Mr. Chen..."

Heinrich watched Chen An walk out carrying a plate and couldn't help but sigh.

"I've eaten Kobe beef countless times at top restaurants in Zurich."

"I've also tasted the best Angus at a private estate in Argentina... but this taste is truly different."

"Of course they're different."