People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 335 Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee? (Seeking monthly votes)

"Betrius, what do you know?" Alistair immediately protested, "Wait? Why didn't anyone tell me about this?"

"Because you're just a giant baby who's always looking for a pacifier," Beatrice mocked without any attempt to hide her sarcasm. "Be an adult, Alistair, you're over forty."

Alistair was originally sitting next to Beatrice, but after hearing Beatrice say "be an adult," he suddenly raised his legs in dissatisfaction and put them on the table in front of Beatrice, looking at her defiantly.

"Damn it!" Beatrice punched Alistair again, stood up, moved to another seat, and sat down next to Timothy.

"Alright, quiet down," Timothy asserted his elder brother's authority, then turned to Alexander. "Father, what is it?"

Alexander simply watched the children make a fuss, observing silently until Timothy spoke and everyone quieted down. Then he slowly said, "I heard from Liz that you plan to register an entity in Freeport? And then put the license for your drink in there?"

He looked at Li Wei.

“That’s right,” Li Wei nodded. “The estimated licensing fee for the first year is $10 billion in cash, which will circulate within Freeport.”

"Woodfa?!" Alistair put his leg down and said in surprise, "Your drink is selling so well?!"

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Even Timothy and Beatrice showed a hint of shock in their eyes.

Although each of them has a net worth of more than 10 billion, and the resources they can access far exceed that.

The Mellon family's influence in politics, culture, art, and finance allows them to easily accomplish things that money cannot.

They were still shocked that Li Wei could have such great wealth at such a young age; anyone would find it unbelievable.

Alexander's expression didn't change much; he simply nodded and didn't mention Livy again.

"That's all I have to say today," he announced. "I believe that after three months, you should be familiar with the processes and operations of Freeport, Delaware."

Everyone nodded.

"Now is the time for rapid development," Alexander said. "To have enough say within the family, we need to speed up the circulation of funds in Freeport and actively accept and absorb more capital."

"But Richard and the others still can't know all this?" Beatrice asked.

“That’s right,” Alexander nodded. “The governor of Delaware and two senators are on our side, and I’m also working on things in Washington to build a strong enough protective network.”

"The premise is that Uncle Ronan can't find out," Timothy said. "So we can't use the foundation's connections?"

"Oh, of course, what a great question, Timothy. Uncle Ronan will definitely open his arms and say, 'Hey, welcome to your family poaching our son, after all, we're all family,'" Alistair said sarcastically.

"And one governor and two senators might not be enough," Beatrice said. "A few years ago, when I attended a White House charity dinner, I personally witnessed Uncle Ronan mocking the previous president."

"That's not your concern," Alexander waved his hand. "What you need to do is get Freeport up and running as quickly as possible."

Upon hearing this, Li Wei could clearly observe that Timothy and the others' expressions changed slightly.

The old king didn't want to relinquish power, so his children would never have access to the deepest levels of connections and relationships.

At first, Li Wei thought it was the [Jester's Skull] talking, but then he found that the [Jester's Skull] was still lying quietly in his inventory.

Damn it, he thought, spending so much time with the "Jester's Skull" has distorted his understanding of Alexander.

"The Swiss government has tightened regulations, and the attitude of the Geneva Free Port operators has also made private banking families in Liechtenstein and Luxembourg, as well as diamond trading families in Belgium, very dissatisfied," Alexander said, glancing at his children's expressions. "Family offices in the Gulf countries, the Qatar Investment Authority, the Abu Dhabi Investment Authority, and others will also be injecting funds into the market."

Upon hearing Alexander's words, Timothy, Alistair, and the others' expressions softened slightly.

Since Father has said so, it's highly likely that these forces will get involved in Freeport.

Even if Ronan's faction, which is deeply tied to the American financial settlement system, intends to use the clearing system or the IRS to suppress Freeport, they will have to consider the attitude of these capital groups.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, that's enough," Alexander said with a smile. "I still have things to do, and I hope you can produce some satisfactory results before the end of the year, after all, I'm already 81 years old."

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, Timothy and the others exchanged glances, seemingly understanding something.

"Do you think he's deliberately trying to bait people, or is he really planning to take a break?"

On the way back to Manhattan from the Upper East Side, Elizabeth asked.

"After all, he has a criminal record, right?" Levi said with a laugh as he drove. "Last year, he pretended to be unwell, which forced Timothy to be pushed down from the position of successor to the same starting line as his brothers and sisters."

"Yes..." Elizabeth sighed, "Timothy Mellon is desperate to take over."

"But from what you're saying, it seems this Ronan guy is the real head of the Mellon family?" Levi said casually as he drove. "Which branch is he in?"

"Yes, do you remember Richard Mellon, who wanted to launder money through me before?" Elizabeth thought for a moment, "Ronan Mellon is Uncle Richard's father and the current head of the Mellon family. His branch participated in the establishment of the US dollar cross-border clearing system. When CHIPS (New York Clearing House Interbank Payment System) was established in 1970, Ronan Mellon's branch was one of the core operators."

Li Wei nodded. "That is indeed considerable power, almost controlling the lifeline of US dollar transactions."

"Yes, with them in charge, all the other branches have to obey their orders," Elizabeth sighed. "Hopefully, this freeport will be able to operate."

Li Wei wasn't worried about whether this free port would affect his money. After all, it was just a family feud, and Ronan Mellon couldn't just suddenly decide to cut off all the funds for everyone in the Middle East and Europe.

Even if the sky falls, these giants and tycoons will be there to hold it up. Li Wei only invests 10 billion US dollars a year, which is not small in Freeport, but it is obviously not very conspicuous either.

"Let's take it slow. He seems quite confident," Li Wei said, stopping the car. "We're home."

He parked his car between Park Avenue and Madison Avenue, between East 70th and 80th Streets, very close to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, less than 1 kilometer away.

He glanced at Elizabeth and said jokingly, "Aren't you going to invite me up for a coffee?"

"Um..." Elizabeth paused, then said somewhat shyly, "Would you like to go upstairs for a cup of coffee?"

"Huh?" Li Wei paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll really go up there."

"Come on," Elizabeth bit her lip. "Nobody's home."

"But Anya and I have an agreement," she said, "we can't...we can't go all the way yet, but I can help you with my hands."

"It's not that I want to do anything," Li Wei said, rubbing his throat. "I just happen to be a little thirsty and wanted to go upstairs for a cup of coffee."

If it were Anya, she probably would have pinched Li Wei by now.

But Elizabeth suddenly became dazed, her face flushed red, and without a word, she pulled Levi upstairs.

The doorman recognized Cullinan and Elizabeth's faces, and wisely refrained from announcing it loudly over the intercom. Instead, he opened the door and elevator for her with a slight smile.

This was Levi's first time visiting Elizabeth's home. Unlike Anya's luxurious penthouse in Riverdale and Levi's estate on Long Island, Elizabeth's residence seemed somewhat ordinary.

The apartment has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a study, and is approximately 150 square meters. Upon entering, the living room features dark oak wall panels paired with white walls, a dark gray sofa, and dark hardwood floors, giving it an old-fashioned feel that doesn't suit her age.

"It's very similar to the style of Alexander's house," Levi commented, "it looks very Mellon-esque."

Elizabeth's wardrobe was similar, filled with solid-color, natural materials and all kinds of dresses, none of which had a logo, but the price could be seen from the fabric, cut, and stitching.

"It's the complete opposite of Anya's style of dressing," Li Wei commented, "she looks very Mellon-esque."

"Stop commenting!" Elizabeth pounced on Levi, and the two of them fell onto her four-poster princess bed in her bedroom. "Let's not talk about Anya now, it's just the two of us."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Wei sealed her lips with his.

Elizabeth stiffened for a moment, then quickly slumped into a fragrant, boneless jellyfish, clinging to Levi.

This is much more relaxed and exciting than in Pasadena, she thought.

She drew the curtains and took off her clothes.

"Not now... not today," she stammered. "I can't keep this from Anya any longer."

"I understand," Li Wei said. "Is it something you were born with, or something you made yourself?"

Elizabeth didn't know where to cover herself.

"It's...it's innate," she said softly.

Then the two lay down together, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

For a moment, both of them seemed to have put the thought out of their minds, but at the last moment, Elizabeth took Levi's hand and shook her head hesitantly.

When Li Wei left, Elizabeth could barely lift her hand. She felt like she had been taken advantage of yet also gained something. Li Wei's skillful technique made her feel both angry and exhilarated, while her clumsiness made her seem stupid, because she had covered her face with a pillow the whole time and didn't dare to look Li Wei in the eye.

She recalled the feel of her hands and their astonishing dimensions, gestured to them, and began to worry about her future again.

Could Anya really withstand it? She wondered.

She couldn't figure it out no matter how much she thought about it, so she grabbed a pillow and covered her face, trying to smother herself.

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