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

Three minutes later.

The helicopter landed safely on the lawn.

The propeller was still turning slowly, swirling up the remaining snow and mud on the ground.

The hatch opened.

Two bodyguards in black, wearing sunglasses, jumped down first and looked around warily.

Then, a middle-aged white man, dressed in an expensive Italian bespoke suit, with slicked-back hair, and looking to be in his forties, bent down and walked out of the cabin.

He wore a Richard Miller watch worth millions, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes revealed the arrogance and impatience unique to Wall Street elites.

Richard Sterling.

A renowned Wall Street venture capitalist with a net worth of billions, he is also one of the top billionaires Robert mentioned who "almost got into a fight at the party last night over half a strawberry."

Richard straightened his wind-blown suit and was about to step towards the somewhat quaint wooden house.

"Click. Click."

A series of crisp gunshots rang out all around.

Richard and his bodyguards froze instantly.

Before anyone knew it, twelve bald, burly men dressed in black tactical coats, each carrying a Remington shotgun and an AR rifle, had surrounded the helicopter like ghosts.

Two Caucasian Shepherds, each the size of a calf, bared their fangs and growled like thunder, less than two meters from Richard's thigh.

"What...what is this for?"

Richard's face turned pale instantly. His bodyguard, who had been so arrogant just moments before, didn't even have the courage to touch his gun, because the infrared lasers of three guns were already locked onto their foreheads.

The wooden door to the main house was pushed open.

Chen An, wearing a gray knitted sweater and rain boots covered in mud, walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets.

Behind him, Jessica and Aya leaned against the door frame on either side.

The two stunning beauties, one in hot pants and the other in a men's T-shirt, exuded a wild and vibrant beauty, yet at this moment, they carried an indifferent coldness as if they were looking at the dead.

"This is Titan Manor."

Chen An walked to the edge of the steps and looked down at the Wall Street tycoon.

"The sky isn't free. Neither is the lawn. When you landed just now, you crushed two tulips I had just planted."

"You're Chen An?"

Richard swallowed hard, forcing back some of the confidence that belonged to a billionaire.

"Mr. Chen, I am Richard Sterling, the founder of Sterling Capital. I am a friend of Robert's. I'm here today..."

I don't care who you are.

Chen An interrupted him, his voice not loud but extremely penetrating, "In Montana, uninvited arrival is called 'invasion.' If it weren't for Robert's sake, you'd already be a mutilated corpse fed to the dogs."

Richard shuddered.

He was used to seeing entrepreneurs on Wall Street bowing and scraping to him for a few million dollars in funding.

But the murderous aura emanating from this young man, who was even twenty years younger than him, and his genuine composure in treating human life like dirt, instilled a sense of physical fear in him.

This is no ordinary farmer! This is a warlord with a private army!

"I'm sorry... Mr. Chen, my pilot was too impatient."

Richard immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, his change of attitude so swift it was astonishing. "I flew across half of America to get here because... I just couldn't wait any longer."

He pulled a checkbook from his pocket and handed it to him with both hands.

"I tasted white strawberries at a dinner party in New York last night."

"That taste... God, it gave me, a person suffering from severe insomnia, anxiety, and depression, the best sleep I've had in five years last night!"

"I heard that's a specialty of your farm. Mr. Chen, I want to buy it all. Here's a check for five million US dollars. Keep the change. I just want you to load all your existing stock onto the helicopter."

Richard's eyes revealed an almost manic desire.

For someone like him with assets worth tens of billions, money is just a string of numbers.

But things that bring the ultimate experience and sensory enjoyment are truly priceless.

Chen An looked at the five million check fluttering in the wind, but didn't even reach out his hand.

He smiled.

His laughter had a mocking tone.

"Mr. Sterling, do you really think someone who can afford to support this army and easily buy Terra Energy would be short of your five million?"

Richard froze, his hand holding the check hanging in mid-air.

"Iron Head".

Chen An waved his hand.

Ironhead immediately stepped forward, took out a delicate black velvet box from his pocket, and handed it to Richard.

Richard opened it with trembling hands.

Inside, a snow-white strawberry, exuding a captivating milky aroma, lies quietly.

There is only one.

"Robert should have told you about my rules."

Chen An looked at Richard.

"Membership in the 'Titan Club' costs one million US dollars. Today, you trespassed on my farm without permission, so the membership fee is doubled to two million."

"You've paid two million and filled out the forms. Consider this strawberry a sample for you."

"As for whether you want to buy it in the future... I'm sorry, each member only has a quota of one box per quarter. Even if you have the money, you'll have to wait in line."

overbearing.

Extremely domineering.

Spending two million US dollars just to buy a "qualification to buy strawberries", and even then, there are restrictions!

Richard's breathing quickened. This was an insult to business!

But when he looked at the white fruit in the box, exuding a deadly allure, and then at the dark gun barrels around him, and Chen An's unquestionable gaze, he was completely captivated.

He gave in.

He not only succumbed, but even felt that... such a high threshold was worthy of his status as a top Wall Street tycoon!

If you can just buy it with a little money, how can you show it off in front of your colleagues?

"I'll pay! I'll have someone transfer the money right away!"

Richard did not hesitate to take out a pen, rewrite the number two million on the check, and respectfully hand it to Ironhead.

Then, like a gourmand who had found a priceless treasure, he carefully held the box, not even bothering to take the helicopter.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen! I'm sorry to bother you!"

Accompanied by bodyguards, he bowed and backed into the helicopter.

"Buzz—"

The helicopter took off as if fleeing for its life and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

……

The lawn has regained its tranquility.

"Tch, what Wall Street tycoon? Turns out he's just a foodie who can't resist delicious food."

Jessica walked over to Chen An, looked in the direction the helicopter had flown away, and curled her lip in disdain.

"This is the weakness of human nature."

Chen An casually stuffed the two million check into Jessica's pocket. "Take this as pocket money. Go pick out whatever bag you want to buy."

"Wow! Boss, you're the best!"

Jessica cheered and planted a kiss on Chen An's cheek.

Although Aya, who was standing to the side, didn't have much of a concept of designer bags, her admiration for Chen An grew even stronger as she watched him effortlessly command respect from the powerful and wealthy.

"install."

Sarah walked to the door and looked at him tenderly.

"Have all the guests been seen off?"

"Send them away." Chen An turned around and walked towards his three beautiful women.

"These uninvited flies can be dealt with by Iron Head from now on."

Chen An reached out and put one arm around Sarah's waist and the other around Jessica's shoulder, while Aya obediently followed behind.

"Let's go, we haven't finished eating yet."

"And... after eating so much high-protein grilled fish and truffles, shouldn't we... do some exercise in the bedroom this afternoon to help digest?"

A sunny afternoon.

From time to time, bursts of blush-inducing giggles could be heard from the main house of Titan Manor.