Chapter 872: An Unexpected Invitation

'Boss, we've found out who our opponent is, and it's the Chemical Bank of New York!'

Two days later, Toby Moulton entered Xia Yu's office at the New York branch of Jiuding Securities Company in a flurry, his face a little grave as he reported, clutching a hardboard folder in his hand.

Upon hearing Toby Moulton's words, Xia Yu looked up at him, still with a calm expression on his face, causing Toby Moulton to subconsciously lower his voice and sense that something was wrong.

'Boss, you know?'

Toby Moulton asked tentatively.

'Not surprised.'

Xia Yu looked at the exquisite invitation on the table and nodded slightly, before reaching out to Toby Moulton, who immediately handed him the folder.

Toby Molton glanced at the invitation in Xia Yu's hands. Although he was very curious, he didn't dare to ask.

Opening the folder, Xia Yu found that there wasn't much information inside. Most of the limited content was a brief introduction to New York Chemical Bank. For example, it was a bank established in 1959 by the merger of two old banks. According to statistics from last year, the bank's total assets exceeded 40 billion U.S. dollars, ranking tenth among U.S. commercial banks.

Of course, in addition to the basic information about New York Chemical Bank, it was the recent move to acquire a stake in the Philip Brothers company.

It seems that New York Chemical Bank deliberately hid it, so Toby Moulton did not collect much information, but he was able to determine that New York Chemical Bank's stake exceeded 25%, and the exact amount was to be confirmed further.

If it had been brought over yesterday, Xia Yu would still have wanted to find out the root cause.

But this invitation delivered early this morning has already brightened Xia Yu's heart.

Closing the folder, Xia Yu handed it back to Toby Morton, smiling and saying, 'Toby, thank you for your hard work. There's no need to investigate the New York Chemical Bank.'

'Next, continue to make every effort to acquire the shares of the Philip Brothers Company and strive to achieve some results today.'

'Okay,' Toby Morton nodded in response as he took the folder, a little confused.

'I have some things to attend to, so you can handle the company's affairs. If you encounter any problems that you can't decide on, call me at home.'

'If there's nothing else, you can go ahead and get to work.'

After Xia Yu finished speaking, Toby Moulton, who was full of confusion, exited the office and continued to acquire the shares of the Philip Brothers Company.

Xia Yu picked up the invitation, smiled inexplicably, and flipped it open again. In the lower right corner of the invitation, the signature of the inviter appeared: David Rockefeller.

The Chemical Bank in New York was one of the financial cores of the Rockefeller Consortium. Receiving an invitation from David Rockefeller early in the morning meant something, and it was self-evident.

When he saw this name, even Xia Yu, who was used to it, felt his heart stir.

After careful calculation, he realised that he had only been in the United States for a short time, and he had not expected to meet someone at the top of the American pyramid so soon.

'But it doesn't matter, with my current foundation, even the Rockefeller Foundation cannot be easily destroyed.'

'I should go back and get ready, but I wonder what he's planning...'

After closing the invitation, Xia Yu put it in his briefcase and then got up to leave.

...

3:00 pm.

On the road leading to the entrance of Rockefeller Estate in New York, three black Rolls-Royce cars approached from afar.

They stopped at the large iron gate, and the car at the front slowly rolled down the window and handed out an exquisite invitation. After the gatekeeper read it, he immediately opened the gate and let them pass.

The car started again and drove along the main road, following the instructions of the servants along the way, and parked in the garage.

'Hello, Mr. Xia, please follow me. Mr. Rockefeller is waiting for you in the living room, but your bodyguards may need to wait outside.'

When Xia Yu and his entourage of nine walked out of the garage, a middle-aged white man who had appeared from nowhere walked straight up to Xia Yu and bowed to him.

'Boss!'

Li Wuming's face changed slightly and he immediately shouted at Xia Yu.

Before coming here, Xia Yu had briefed him on some of the Rockefeller family's situation, and at this time, it seemed to him that this was a den of tigers and a lair of dragons.

'Is Mr. David Rockefeller alone in the living room?' Xia Yu frowned slightly, shook his head slightly at Li Wuming, and asked the white man.

'Yes, Mr. Rockefeller is alone. He has been waiting for some time. Please follow me,' the white man replied immediately.

Xia Yu nodded slightly and said, 'Okay!'

'Wait until you get to the door, and wait outside.'

After saying this, he gave Li Wuming and the others a few words of advice, and then signalled for the white man to lead the way.

Although Li Wuming and the others were very worried, they could only Although Xia Yu did not go far from the door, he watched Xia Yu walk into the villa gate.

Walking into the classic and atmospheric living room, Xia Yu's gaze immediately locked on to the old man standing in front of the sofa in the centre, looking at him with a kind smile on his face.

Xia Yu recognised him at once: it was David Rockefeller.

He smiled and walked over a little faster.

David Rockefeller held out his hand to Xia Yu and said gently, 'Hello, Mr Xia, welcome to my home.'

Xia Yu shook his hand and bowed slightly in respect, smiling, 'Thank you!'

'Mr Rockefeller, when I received your invitation, I couldn't believe it. It's a great honour to be here!'

A few seconds later, the two men let go of each other's hands.

David Rockefeller smiled gently and motioned for Xia Yu to sit down, saying, 'Please sit.'

'Thank you!' Xia Yu thanked him and sat down on the sofa on the left.

'What would you like to drink?'

'Just black coffee.'

After Xia Yu finished speaking, the white man who had ushered him in nodded slightly in response, then walked over to the closet nearby and busied himself.

Looking at David Rockefeller, who was smiling and looking at him, Xia Yu looked at himself, his eyes full of confusion, and asked, 'Mr Rockefeller, is there something wrong with me?'

David Rockefeller said with some emotion, 'If I hadn't seen you in person, I really wouldn't have believed that there was such a talented young person in the world. You have made me see the world in a new light.'

Hearing such a high evaluation from David Rockefeller, Xia Yu immediately looked flattered and said humbly, 'Mr Rockefeller, your evaluation is too high. Although I don't deny that I am a genius, it seems to me that I owe it more to luck, as if God is looking after me.'

David Rockefeller was stunned. He didn't expect Xia Yu to respond in such a way, attributing his success to luck.

He chewed on these words for a moment, and then nodded as if in approval, smiling, 'Ability can be improved with time, but God's favour is predetermined from the moment of birth. Since God favours you, then this is your strength.'

David Rockefeller's response took Xia Yu by surprise, and he didn't know how to respond.

Just then, the servant came over with a tray. After placing the tray on the table, he poured a cup of coffee for each of Xia Yu and David Rockefeller. Xia Yu thanked him softly.

'Try it and see if my coffee is to your liking,' David Rockefeller said with a smile after lifting up his coffee.

'I'll try it,'

Xia Yu said, lifting up his coffee. He narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, then took a small sip and smacked his lips as if he was savouring the taste, exclaiming, 'It's very mellow. It has a slight sourness and a strong bitterness on the tongue, and when you savour it, there's a hint of sweetness in the bitterness. This is the ultimate black coffee.'

David Rockefeller smiled and said, 'This is Santos coffee from Brazil, a unique variety found only in Brazil. The flavour is most concentrated in black coffee, but as I'm getting old, I like to add a little milk when I drink it, to make it softer on the palate.'

'...'

After chatting about coffee for five or six minutes, the atmosphere was set.

Xia Yu straightened his posture, looked at David Rockefeller with a smile, and asked, 'Mr Rockefeller, is there something you want to tell me today for inviting me here?'