Gu Bai, surrounded by bodyguards, slowly walked toward Lee Kun-hee and the others.
Several tall and imposing bodyguards in suits maintained expressionless faces a few steps away from Gu Bai, while Lee Boo-jin closely followed behind him. The shutters of hundreds of journalists clicked continuously, making for an impressive scene.
Upon seeing Gu Bai approach, Roland Rockefeller and Clayville Kirk Morgan both made a few steps forward, gracing him with a gentle and elegant smile while greeting him quietly.
"Hello, Mr. Gu."
Hearing this, Gu Bai showed a trace of bewildernt and said, "Who might you be?"
"Clayville Kirk Morgan, representing the Morgan Clan."
"Roland Rockefeller, representing the Rockefeller Clan."
Their speech continued to be gentle, yet anyone could discern the pride in their voices.
Indeed, as clans with centuries-long legacies and ranked among the world’s top ten families, they undoubtedly harbored their own pride.
Gu Bai, hearing their introductions, couldn’t help but reveal a look of surprise. Of course, he had heard of the Rockefeller Clan and the Morgan Clan, but only just heard of them.
After all, these two families have been mythologized in various financial biographies.
Let alone in his past life as an ordinary person, where he was unqualified to touch even the slightest bit of these two families; even in this life, without the information from the system about the Future Foundation, he would have been unqualified to engage with them.
Thinking of this, the confusion on Gu Bai’s face dissipated, and he smiled as he said, "I didn’t expect to et representatives from the Rockefeller and Morgan Clans at the humble Samsung Board eting. It’s indeed an honor."
Though he was sowhat intrigued by their identities, Gu Bai’s mood was unfazed.
The Future Foundation’s visible assets certainly reach 7.6 trillion USD; no matter how strong these two families are, can they surpass him?
While it’s often said that at a certain level, money is just a string of numbers, that’s only relevant to ordinary people. To conglorates and capital, money is a weapon, it’s status.
The more money one has, the higher the status.
The Rothschild Clan, while not as exaggerated as rumored, has a family maxim that encapsulates the essence of Western capital.
Once money sounds, slander ceases abruptly.
The aning is quite simple; once capital exerts force, the bad can beco good, and the wrong can beco right.
Lee Kun-hee and Lee Jae-yong stood by, listening to Gu Bai and Clayville Kirk Morgan, along with Roland Rockefeller, converse, their faces revealing a hint of awkwardness.
Generations of effort from their own family, the Samsung Empire that did as they pleased within Goryeo, now deed ’humble’ in Gu Bai’s eyes, yet they were powerless to refute, because the three before them had the qualifications to make such remarks—these were truly the conglorates standing atop this planet.
"No, no, no, Gu, I think your words are insulting to us. If we’re to speak of honors, it should be and Roland who are qualified to say so."
Clayville Kirk Morgan feigned a helpless expression intentionally.
Roland Rockefeller followed suit.
While the three were engaged in courtesy, Lee Kun-hee interrupted, saying, "Gentlen, the board mbers have mostly arrived, and it’s nearing the 10 o’clock eting. Shall we head to the conference room?"
Originally joking with Gu Bai, Clayville Kirk Morgan showed a bit of displeasure when hearing Lee Kun-hee’s words, casting him a look that seed to imply this eting was of little importance compared to acquainting Gu Bai.
Seeing Clayville Kirk Morgan’s expression, Lee Kun-hee’s heart dropped.
Clearly, he had left a poor impression on Clayville Kirk Morgan.
But Gu Bai didn’t ponder much, warmly smiling as he invited Clayville Kirk Morgan and Roland Rockefeller, "Shall we continue our discussion in the conference room then?"
"After you, Mr. Gu."
With these words, the three walked shoulder to shoulder toward the elevators.
Lee Jae-yong thought for a mont, then caught up to offer, "This is the first ti the trustees have been to the Samsung Building. Let lead the way."
With hopeful eyes, Lee Jae-yong gazed at Gu Bai.
But Gu Bai didn’t spare even the slightest glance at Lee Jae-yong, directly turning to Lee Boo-jin to say, "Director Lee Boo-jin, could you help guide Mr. Kirk and Mr. Roland?"
Upon receiving Gu Bai’s instruction, Lee Boo-jin imdiately quickened her pace, tapping her high heels as she approached.
Passing by Lee Kun-hee and Lee Jae-yong, she kept her head held high, eyes straight ahead.
Though Lee Kun-hee talked about fair competition among his three children, his actions lacked fairness. Even though Lee Boo-jin is quite filial to Lee Kun-hee, she couldn’t help but harbor resentnt. With Gu Bai’s promise now in her hands, she saw no need to care about Lee Kun-hee’s thoughts and naturally didn’t place them in her sight.
Heirs of super conglorates, cultivated for so long, each is an elite among humanity, whether in IQ or EQ—top tier. Clayville Kirk Morgan and Roland Rockefeller also sensed Gu Bai’s attitude toward Lee Kun-hee and Lee Jae-yong, exchanged a brief glance, completing a mont of silent communication.
Lee Kun-hee’s expression remained uncertain as he watched the trio, accompanied by Lee Boo-jin’s lead, gradually fade into the distance.
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