Chapter 18 Royal Private Customization

"There's still half a month left, my sports car should arrive by then," he thought. If he's going to show off, he might as well be the most dazzling person in the room and blind everyone present. But after pondering for a long time, he couldn't come up with a particularly shocking way to do it.

"Young Master, I brought someone to tailor some clothes for you," while Fang Jueyu was deep in thought, Zhuang Ying walked in with a middle-aged foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, who looked like a designer.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Heram, the chief designer for George Blumore's Royal High-End Tailoring in England!" Zhuang Ying explained, "All the clothing used by the England Royal Family is designed by Mr. Heram."

"Damn, a royal designer from England?" Fang Jueyu was taken aback. He originally thought that Zhuang Ying would at most bring an internationally renowned master designer to take his measurements, but never in his wildest dreams did he expect to invite a royal designer from England.

He had never heard of George Blumore, nor had he delved into it, but a designer qualified to design clothes for the royal family is undoubtedly top-notch without needing further explanation.

Not only that, with so many princes and princesses in the England Royal Family, these designers must be busy all the time. Inviting the chief designer all the way to Huaxia seemed like a massive deal for his family.

"Zhuang Ying, is this George Blumore Tailoring also under my name?" Fang Jueyu asked quietly.

"Not exactly, but your ancestors had good relations with the England Royal Family, so they are willing to share this private brand with us. Every tailor in our private factory has trained there, and Mr. Heram is also our long-term chief consultant!"

"Oh my..." If Zhuang Ying had told Fang Jueyu that the brand belonged to him, he might have been fine. But inadvertently, he learned the shocking news that his family had great relations with the England Royal Family, which explained having the chief designer over.

"Mr. Heram, this is Mr. Fang Jueyu. We invited you over this time to design and make a few suitable outfits for Mr. Fang."

Heram's somewhat world-weary face immediately filled with smiles. Initially, he was reluctant to take on this role as a long-term senior consultant because his age was catching up with him, and flying back and forth was a tremendous physical challenge.

However, the Fang Family offered a price he couldn't refuse, a salary of 5 million British Pounds per year plus transport by private jet. All he needed to do was help train a batch of students each year at Fang Jueyu's private factory and occasionally create some designs.

In comparison, the terms offered by the England Royal Family were much less favorable. If it weren't for the inability to change his nationality, he would have preferred to work as a dedicated designer for Fang Jueyu's family.

Ever since Fang Jueyu was born, Fang Huai wanted him to live as an ordinary person and had never invited Heram to Huaxia. This time, Heram came with a special task.

"Mr. Fang, long time no see! The last time I saw you, you were just a newborn baby," Heram said politely.

"Did Mr. Heram also design clothes for my parents?" Fang Jueyu gleaned quite a bit of information from that statement.

"Yes, but that was a long time ago. I heard Mr. Fang Huai wanted you to have a normal life, so it was kept hidden for a long time. Now that he has entrusted all the assets to you, I've been invited back."

"Please, Mr. Heram, you should consider yourself a senior to me!"

"By the way, the Queen of England asked me to pass on a message. The royal family and the Fang Family haven't been in touch for many years, and she extends an invitation for you to visit England if you have the chance."

"Certainly, certainly!" On the surface, Fang Jueyu remained calm, but his heart pounded. A royal invitation from the Queen of England was an honor very few people in the world could boast about.

"Shall we get started?"

Heram took Fang Jueyu's measurements and asked about his preferred styles and trends. With years of experience, some rough ideas already formed in his mind.

"Mr. Heram, the other clothes don't need to be rushed, but could you customize a slightly formal outfit that isn't too flashy for public events? To be honest, I need it for a high school reunion in half a month."

"Oh, that's a minor task. If I work quickly, I should be able to manage it in half a month." Normally, it would take Heram about a month to craft an outfit, and shortening the timeline by half would consume a lot of his time and energy. But if it earned Fang Jueyu's favor, it would be well worth it.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Heram!"

Half a month was indeed a tight schedule. After saying goodbye to Fang Jueyu, Heram hurried to the handcraft factory under Fang Jueyu's name.

"Young Master Fang, are you attending the high school reunion in half a month?"

"Yes, it's our high school's 70th-anniversary reunion. The school invited many renowned alumni, but it looks like we'll just be 'other alumni.'" Fang Jueyu chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In reality, reunions were merely events for successful graduates to flaunt their achievements at their alma mater; few truly cared about the school.

"Young Master, if you want to become a renowned alumnus, that's not difficult to achieve!"

"How is it easy?" Fang Jueyu smiled wryly. "I'm not the owner of any famous company, nor am I involved in politics. Even if I have some money now, no one knows who I am."

"Hahaha, isn't it simple? Just donate a sum of money to your alma mater under your name, and there you go!"

"Oh dear, why didn't I think of that?" Fang Jueyu slapped his thigh. More than being a famous entrepreneur or a political figure, his alma mater valued the influence of alumni and what benefits they could bring to the school.

Though this was the harsh reality, one had to admit that excellent facilities and hardware significantly contribute to nurturing talent at a school.

"Miss Ying, how much liquid cash is available in my account right now?"

"All the assets I manage, combined with both domestic and foreign banks, amount to roughly $500 billion."

"What? How much?" Fang Jueyu thought he misheard.

"$500 billion!"

*Cough cough cough!* Fang Jueyu didn't quite understand what $500 billion entailed, but he knew that even the world's richest individuals possessed just over $100 billion in assets, mostly fixed. His liquid funds surpassed their total assets four times over.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'the assets you manage?'"

"Young Master, didn't you know? The Fang Family's total assets are divided into seven parts, handled by seven expansive organizations or families, and our Zhuang Family only manages the smallest portion!"

"Stop, just stop, I feel lightheaded!" Fang Jueyu walked to the balcony, took a deep breath for clarity, and managed to suppress his laughter as he gazed at the sky at a 45-degree angle, "The life of the wealthy truly is isolated like snow, isn't it?"