Chapter 267: The World That Cannot Be Touched

In the end, Ming chose to take the car from the consulate for a very simple reason: he had originally planned to be picked up by someone from the consulate. In a foreign country, you have to trust your own country's consulate. Now even the Consul General Cheng Jun had come personally, so it would be too disrespectful not to go with him. After all, if he got into trouble in the future in the United States, he would still need the help of the embassy.

Moreover, from another perspective, I don't even know any of the other people who came to pick me up, and even if I did, I still wouldn't go with them.

The consulate arranged a minibus for Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming and the rest of the finance class had to take the minibus to Brighton.

On the bus, Cheng Jun gave Zhou Ming a thumbs-up and said, 'Zhou Ming, you are truly an outstanding young person at the forefront of the world, and you are actually very popular here in the United States.'

Zhou Ming knew that Cheng Jun was referring to the fact that so many people had come to greet him at the airport exit. Zhou Ming smiled helplessly: 'Consul Cheng, please don't make fun of me. I didn't even expect you to come in person, let alone this. Besides, where is this welcome? It's obvious to me that they're just causing me trouble!'

After saying this, Zhou Ming paused for a moment and then asked, 'But Consul Cheng, have you heard of all those organisations that came to greet me just now?'

Cheng Jun nodded: 'I've heard of most of them. They are all very powerful organisations here in the United States. Of course, some of them are not open to the public, so it's not surprising that you don't know them. But from today's performance, I believe you will definitely get to know them in the future. It is precisely because of this that I can say that Comrade Zhou Ming, you are a remarkable young person who is still at the forefront of the world. Otherwise, they would not have reached out to you together.'

'I just don't know if it's true or not,' Zhou Ming said, shaking his head.

'I don't think it's fake, because if it weren't for the intelligence of these organisations, I don't think anyone would be able to know which flight you took. After all, Brighton is considered one of the busiest airports in the world, so it's impossible to be so precise,' Cheng Jun analysed.

In fact, Zhou Ming had thought about all of these things that Cheng Jun had analysed, but it was just that today, all of a sudden, these organisations had sent people to pick him up from the airport, which really made people feel a little bit too strange.

Zhou Ming suddenly asked, 'Consul Cheng, since you came to pick me up in person, you must know about my business in Northern Russia, right?'

Cheng Jun first nodded and said he knew, but then immediately reacted: 'Are you worried that these organisations are all here because of that incident?'

'I can't think of any other reason,' Zhou Ming said with his arms spread out.

Cheng Jun thought for a moment and said, 'It must be related to that incident. The news from the embassy said that your name has been entered into the White House and placed on the desks of former and future US presidents, Logan and Walsh. But I think they are just curious about you and won't do anything to harm you.'

'Thank you, Consul Cheng, and all the comrades on the diplomatic front in the United States for your work, otherwise I think I would be arrested as soon as I got off the plane when I arrived in the United States,' Zhou Ming said.

Cheng Jun, however, said, 'In fact, the work we do is very limited. There is another reason why even these organisations dare not do anything to you. It's just that this reason, or these reasons, I can't tell you now, or I only know very little about it. But I believe with your abilities, Comrade Zhou Ming, you will definitely find out in the future.'

Zhou Ming was a little surprised by Cheng Jun's answer. He had originally thought that the Central Committee had agreed to let him go to the United States because the Central Committee and the US government had reached an agreement, but it didn't sound like that was the case. It seemed as if something else had happened in between that he wasn't privy to.

'It's not convenient to tell you right now?' The subtext of these words was clearly that he wasn't at that level yet?

This made Zhou Ming a little depressed, but it also made him understand that although he had been to Northern Russia, participated in the collapse of the Soviet Union, and turned the American financial warfare expert Metta, and was received by Chairman Yang Laofu and Du Zhongyuan, his qualifications were still too thin after all. Put simply, in the eyes of many people, he was just a nouveau riche with a small circle of friends.

Cheng Jun looked at Zhou Ming's face and said to him, 'Comrade Zhou Ming, in fact, you are already very impressive. If I were at your age, I would not dare to think about many things, let alone achieve what you have today...'

Zhou Ming shook his head and interrupted Cheng Jun's words. Zhou Ming knew that the reason Cheng Jun said this was simply because he was afraid that he would not be able to think straight and get into a rut. However, this was indeed the case. If he had switched to someone with more extreme thinking, he really would not have been able to accept it. How could he, who had turned Mr. Meta against him and had such a large sum of money in his hands, still be a joke of a nouveau riche?

However, Zhou Ming, who had already lived two lives, did not have so many frivolous thoughts, because even if Zhou Ming wanted to think about it, it was indeed the case.

Isn't there a saying? It is that to become a wealthy person, many people only need to be smart and willing to work hard for a lifetime, but to become a noble family, it takes the efforts of several generations.

In fact, this is exactly what it means. The so-called noble family is not only the accumulation of wealth, but more importantly, the accumulation of connections in the circle. Otherwise, it will be like his current situation. Although he has been received by Chairman Yang Laoren and Du Zhongyuan, participated in the dissolution of the Soviet Union, met the president of Northern Russia and all the rich people, so what? It was just a meeting, and it was not even considered a personal connection. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence that I got to meet him.

In short, my current situation is that I have nothing but money. However, I have long heard that some American tycoons, when united, can manipulate the US president. Some particularly powerful world tycoons have resources at their disposal that can even be compared to those of world powers. So in the eyes of the real world tycoons, all the money I have is just a joke.

Zhou Ming let out a sigh of relief at the end, and said with a wry smile, 'Consul Cheng, you don't need to say anymore. In fact, I understand some things. Otherwise, I wouldn't have led a team to the United States. What I plan to do is to further improve myself, whether it is knowledge about finance and other aspects, or to expand my knowledge and horizons. Otherwise, I would just stay at home and be my rich man. I think the money I make now is enough for my family to squander for several lifetimes.'

Zhou Ming's words were very direct, but they made Cheng Jun's eyes light up. He looked at Zhou Ming in surprise, a little surprised that Zhou Ming could actually have this insight.

Because generally speaking, young people are very arrogant, especially those who have succeeded at a young age like Zhou Ming. Not only is he a little successful, but he has even surpassed the success of others by several lifetimes. He should be very cocky and arrogant, and even able to fly in the sky. But he is not. Instead, he is still very humble and calm, able to start from reality and see the reality in which he is in. This is amazing!

Cheng Jun thought that even if it were himself, he would probably be a little out of control now that he had achieved this, but he was able to do it. Seeing him achieve this, it was definitely not by chance or luck. And he also thought more about it: if Zhou Ming could have such insight at such a young age, what about his future?

Cheng Jun thought about this and then sighed, saying, 'Comrade Zhou Ming, no wonder the country would protect you like this. A talent like you is definitely a rare treasure of the country!'

As the Chinese Consul General in New York, Cheng Jun is also well-informed and naturally will not dwell on this issue. He immediately changed the subject and said, 'Let me first introduce you to the arrangements for today, Comrade Zhou Ming. I know you have all been on a plane for more than 30 hours, and there is a 13-hour time difference between Brighton and Hong Kong, so I will first arrange for you to go to the hotel to rest. When you are feeling better, you can go to the school to report. I have already communicated with the school about the admission, so you will only need to go through some simple formalities.'

Cheng Jun paused here, and then introduced the young man sitting on the other side of the car to Zhou Ming: 'This is Huang Yi, the chairman of the Chinese Students and Scholars Association in Brighton. He is usually responsible for all matters related to Chinese students in Brighton. He is also a Chinese exchange student at Harvard University and knows a lot about things at Harvard. He can help you get familiar with the area as soon as possible.'

'You are the head teacher of the finance class, right? I am very happy to meet you. I have heard a lot about you. I didn't expect you to be so young, whether you were in Northern Russia or in China. I admire you very much!'

After Cheng Jun introduced himself, Huang Yi shook Zhou Ming's hand enthusiastically. Zhou Ming also returned the gesture and said he was also very happy to meet him.

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While the minibus arranged by Cheng Jun drove towards the city centre of Brighton, there was another car that drove to the outskirts of Brighton and finally stopped in front of a small wooden house. The door opened and a tall black man got out of the car. If Zhou Ming were here, he would definitely recognise this black man as the one who had mocked the Chinese when he got off the plane.

Compared to the airport, this black man was not as funny. He looked around warily before walking straight to the cabin. When he got to the door, he didn't rush to push it open, but instead rhythmically knocked on it. After hearing a sound from inside, he pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the cabin was a small dining room with a dining table. A white man was sitting in a chair, but the light in the cabin was not very good, so it was hard to see clearly. However, the black man still recognised the person's identity at a glance. He came to the table and said, 'Hello, Mr Brent, I'm back. At the airport, I got off the plane with Zhou Ming, and when I left the airport, I was personally greeted by Consul General Cheng Jun of the Chinese Consulate.'

'It's really him, it seems that Zhou Ming is really important to China,' Brent muttered.

'But Mr. Brent, there is one more thing I need to report to you,' the black man said, 'that is, at the exit, in addition to the Chinese consulate, many other organisations also came to greet Zhou Ming. This is a list of all the organisations I recorded.'

As he said this, the black man pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Brent took the piece of paper and glanced at it, saying, 'You've done a good job, go.'

Without any hesitation, the black man immediately left the cabin, and after the black man left, Brent took out a lighter and burned the note.

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