The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 826 - 653 Cool Joseph [1 more update]

This surname is too famous.

You can see it just by looking up while walking down the street.

After all, Lorentz Banks are everywhere.

Ninety-nine percent of people with the surname "Lorentz" are elites in various fields.

If the host hadn’t mentioned "The Ruler," everyone would have just thought this was some young master of the Lorentz Family.

The global live broadcast exploded once again.

[Damn, is the Ruler of the Lorentz Family this young?!]

[So handsome, so handsome, his blue eyes are so beautiful.]

[Mom, I want to marry him.]

[Sorry, but he and President Fu are a better match, both young business elites (dog head emoji)]

Joseph was also shocked, but more than that, he felt confused and puzzled.

The Jill Laurent he had an appointment with was in his forties, yet he has to call this young man who appears not even twenty years old "Master"?

What kind of power structure does the Lorentz Family have?

Just looking at the surface, this young man named "Xize" didn’t seem to have any particularly impressive traits.

Ying Zijin glanced at the red rose pinned to Xize’s chest and pressed her forehead.

She just knew that once Xize appeared in public, he would adopt the flamboyant style of an aristocratic son.

Completely uncontrollable.

She really didn’t want to know him.

Ying Zijin averted her gaze, too lazy to look any further.

She pressed her earpiece, lowered her voice, and said calmly, "Baby Face, you monitor the venue, ensure everyone’s safety."

Today could be said to be a gathering of two giant titans of the international business world.

Country J certainly wouldn’t remain calm.

There were too many people wanting to kill Fu Yunshen and Xize Laurent.

Even if they lacked the capability, there were forces hoping to take advantage of any situation.

So before the quarterly report meeting began, Ying Zijin contacted Qin Lingyan to design a protection program.

"Received." In another private villa in Country J, Qin Lingyan kept his eyes fixed on multiple computers in front of him as he sipped a cola. "So far, everything is normal, no lethal weapons detected, the danger has been temporarily eliminated."

But remote monitoring doesn’t provide absolute security; it only reduces risk as much as possible.

"Hmm?" Sinai looked up, "Are you checking for dangerous items?"

Ying Zijin nodded, "Yes, we have many enemies."

Especially both Xize and her, their grudges spanned several centuries.

Fortunately, her enemies didn’t recognize her now.

But Xize’s high profile might not have the same luck.

Perhaps some people would compare his photo to centuries-old oil paintings.

"Oh, that’s simple, let me take a look for you."

As Sinai spoke, she took a pair of black-framed glasses from her pocket and put them on.

Then she pressed a button on the temple of the glasses.

In an instant, several grids and number markers appeared in her vision.

This was a vast search system and face recognition database capable of remote tracking.

Wearing the glasses, Sinai scanned the venue and lowered her voice, "Ah Ying, left side, fifth row, third person."

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes slightly and looked over.

"He has a bottle of flammable liquid in his pocket, 20ml. If it meets an open flame, it could blow up half the venue."

Qin Lingyan kept his eyes glued to the venue.

Upon hearing this, he choked and spit cola, "Big Sis, who is this little girl?"

Do her eyes see through things?

Better than his programs?

"Just picked her up," Ying Zijin said into her earpiece, ordering, "Left side, fifth row, third person, escort him out."

Better to catch ten thousand by mistake than to let even one slip through.

Who brings flammable materials in here for no reason?

Besides, being able to smuggle a 20ml bottle of flammable liquid means there might be an inside man in security.

Ying Zijin glanced coolly at the entrance of the venue.

The Divine Calculation ability activated instantly, a faint mist wafting across her vision.

Many past events automatically replayed before her eyes.

The first, fourth, and last ones.

All people planted by Joseph.

"Valens," Ying Zijin gave another command, "Take those few staff members at the entrance away as well, you handle the interrogation."

IBI can extract any information.

Outside the venue, Valens stood at a high vantage point.

He glanced at his watch, then said sternly, "Yes, Miss Ying."

Initially, he had doubted Ying Zijin’s abilities.

But after a few days under her, Valens became fully convinced and respectful.

No wonder their own commander, labeled as an Ascetic, had also fallen.

Valens gestured to his subordinates, "Go in, bring them out, ensure the commander’s safety."

Five inspectors entered, leaving one at the watch post who suddenly spoke, "Commander Valens, our boss’s time management skills are too strong."

Previously, even they, his subordinates, couldn’t accept that the Supreme Executive Commander of IBI was also the Executive Director of Venus Group.

"Nonsense," Valens glared at him and snorted, "That’s why we’re all single dogs."

Inspector: "..."

What’s the connection?

Shouldn’t it be their boss’s ability to overwhelm his subordinates?

**

Inside the venue, everyone focused on the stage, barely noticing a few people being forcibly escorted out by IBI inspectors.

On stage, Xize continued his speech, "The users of Lorentz Bank have exceeded two billion, thank you all for your trust."

Two billion, indeed an astounding number.

"Oh, by the way, there’s something very important, since we have everyone here, I’ll also mention it now." Xize held the microphone and looked at the host, "Is this a global broadcast?"

The host quickly nodded, "Yes, Mr. Xize, the whole world is watching you."

"Excellent." Xize was pleased, "I have an announcement to make, I plan to globally —"

Halfway through his sentence, he sensed a murderous intent.

Xize instinctively turned his head.

A girl stared at him, expressionless.

Xize’s face stiffened, and after a pause, he managed to continue, "Lorentz Bank plans to issue a new Black Gold Card, with serial numbers ranging from A to F. The A-level Black Gold Card is globally limited to ten, stay tuned."

Sitting below, Jill’s mouth twitched: "..."

Why did their master suddenly turn into a salesman?

Others also felt a bit disappointed.

[Sigh, it’s just a card, I thought he was going to announce a marriage proposal.]

[Disband, disband, the A-level Black Gold Card isn’t something we can get our hands on.]

[Curiosity sparked, but he just talked about this, fraudster.]

Old Master Zhong was suspicious, "Zijin, I don’t think he just wants to issue a card. He must be planning to say something else."

Ying Zijin took a slow sip of water and said lazily, "Yes, he wanted to announce a global marriage proposal, but he doesn’t dare."

Old Master Zhong: "..."

His granddaughter was joking with him again.

After Ian finished the final speech, the quarterly report meeting concluded.

The host took the microphone, "Next, it’s time for our dance, since everyone is eager to see our Director Fu, he’ll lead the dance."

"The dance partner for Director Fu will be decided through a live draw."

With these words, the young women in the venue showed great interest.

Including the Princess of Country J.

She rarely revealed a shy side.

The girl looked at the staff bringing the box, pursing her lips, "Dad."

James, understanding his daughter’s thoughts, patted her hand, "Don’t worry, Daddy will make it happen for you."

The host spoke again, "Now, let’s have our Executive Director personally draw the lot to kick off tonight’s —"

"Sorry, no dance tonight." An impatient voice interrupted the host, "And there’s no Director Fu, the Director isn’t named Fu."

This statement created a stir.

Guests looked at the standing Joseph, all stunned.

The quarterly report meeting turned into a corporate battle?

"Joseph, what are you doing?" Neil was furious, "You aren’t even the COO and already want to push the boss aside?"

"Boss?" Joseph sneered lightly, "Won’t be for long."

Under the spotlight, he straightened his suit and walked onto the stage.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, expression indifferent.

"Director Fu, did you know?" Joseph laughed, "During your speech, Lorentz Bank has frozen all your assets."

Venus Group’s senior executives’ faces changed, except those already bribed by Joseph, who wore amused expressions.

Neil cursed, "Joseph, you’re despicable!"

Joseph didn’t care at all. He smiled again, "I am not negotiating with you, but informing you. I am the new Executive Director of Venus Group."

Fu Yunshen’s gaze remained calm.

Joseph frowned, turned and respectfully said, "Mr. Lorentz, please."

Xize raised an eyebrow, walking up.

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