East Hampton, a famed wealthy villa district in New York.

Such celebrities as Gates, Leonardo, Kobe have properties here and occasionally come for a few days’ vacation.

Villa number 112 was rumored to have been sold by the DC General Manager last year in spring, ending up in the hands of Chinese tycoon Lu Liang.

But rumors are just rumors; since the change of ownership, until yesterday, the seaside villa has not had its lights on for more than 400 nights.

Even if they are on, it’s just the property company doing routine inspections or the fixed weekly cleaning.

On this particular night, suddenly, it was decorated with lanterns, rooftop laser lights, and high-security posts were reactivated.

The neighbors couldn’t help but turn their heads,

They related it to two news stories they saw today.

Lu Liang arrived in New York, planning to attend the press conference for the American version of Tianshu. The mysterious Oriental tycoon lavishly bet one billion US Dollars exclusively on the French team to win.

"Rumor seems not just a rumor; the owner of Villa 112 is likely Lu Liang indeed!”

Each mind was unsteady, and thoughts of joining the fun and establishing connections arose.

In a capitalist society, capital reigns supreme.

Lu Liang, an outsider, repeatedly defeating reputable institutions on Wall Street, going in and out, proves his capabilities.

And there’s also a rumor that he’s the god managing human wealth; as long as you connect with him, wealth will roll in, allowing entry into the circle of high society.

Meanwhile, in the villa’s basement.

Lu Liang glanced at the staggered Little Wang and jokingly said: “Why force yourself so much, dragging yourself tonight, how can you party till dawn.”

Little Wang was probably heavily provoked by International Fan, already suffering from shoulder discomfort, yet he stubbornly handled a few rounds, resulting in worsening injuries, now walking with uneven shoulders.

Little Wang proudly said: “It’s nothing, let them mount up, move themselves.”

Lu Liang went silent, just stepping out of the basement when he ran into Emma, he smiled and asked: “How’s the preparation going?”

He tilted his head to see the courtyard arranged, lights brilliant, fruits, snacks, and beverages all set.

Party culture is prevalent in New York, thus spawning companies focused on party planning and ensuing cleanup.

With the money in place, a large-scale party scene can be set up within an hour or two.

"Almost ready.”

Emma pointedly looked towards the villa courtyard entrance where a security check gate was installed, with seven or eight beautiful women with stunning figures lining up to enter.

Each received a small case to place their phones and purses, then queued orderly to pass through the security gate.

"You arranged this?” Lu Liang laughed.

"Of course, to ensure your safety.” Emma proudly lifted her chin in a demanding tone of praise.

She was not even 1.6 meters tall, taking the Scarlett route, standing beside Lu Liang, reaching just his mouth level.

"Good girl.”

Lu Liang raised his chin, gave her a peck: “Smelling of gunpowder, I’ll take a shower and come down later.”

Emma squinted in laughter, suddenly called after Lu Liang: “There seems to be quite a crowd wanting to visit you outside.”

"Who’s there?” Lu Liang questioned.

"Schwarzenegger, Smith, Statham, and several unfamiliar faces claiming to be your friends.”

Emma spoke, unable to hide her excitement; they were all Hollywood A-list stars and seemingly their neighbors.

If before, greeting them, they might not have acknowledged her, but now each lined up like schoolchildren at the door waiting for notice.

"Let’s go meet the ones I don’t know.”

Lu Liang raised his eyebrow, followed Emma through the house to the entrance of the front yard. .

Five or six Hollywood stars whose mere appearance domestically would stir waves, yet he brushed them off.

Lu Liang smiled, approached Emma’s unfamiliar guests: “Mr. Su Shimin, Jeffrey, what brings you here.”

Su Shimin from Blackstone Fund, Jeffrey from Stan Investments, and Cruick, the major institution representative responsible for Panda Stocks issuance.

Su Shimin smiled silently, Cruick replied: “We happened to gather nearby, heard you were here, so came to have a look.”

Jeffrey showed warm enthusiasm, spreading his arms for a strong embrace with Lu Liang, suddenly wrinkling his nose, joked suspiciously: “Lu, did you just return from the Middle East battlefield?”

They are no strangers to the smell of gunpowder.

Lu Liang nodded, chuckling: “With nothing to do, I wandered around there, feeling the thrill of the battlefield.”

The group burst into hearty laughter hearing this.

"This way, please.”

Lu Liang invited them inside the house, the Hollywood stars exchanged looks, gave awkward smiles, and quietly left.

Emma didn’t recognize these people, but they did; Blackstone’s leader, Joy Island’s owner, Wall Street’s top market institution leader.

Any one of these in their sphere is a major figure, clearly, this isn’t a scene for them to involve.

"Mr. Wang, you handle the guests, I’ll go upstairs for a shower and change clothes.”

With outsiders present, Lu Liang still gave Little Wang face, calling him Mr. Wang.

He gave instructions and headed to the upstairs bedroom.

Little Wang smiled, greeted the guests.

Through casual conversation, they learned that partying till dawn and watching the World Cup finals wasn’t just their idea; everyone thought alike.

"This side is nice too, why don’t I invite those girls over here?” Jeffrey looked at Su Shimin, seeking his opinion.

Su Shimin kept his eyes on Little Wang: “I’m fine with it; should we seek Lu Liang’s opinion first?”

A year passed, Panda’s stock price halved then halved again, Little Wang’s wealth has a maximum of 2 billion US Dollars.

Even with Lu Liang Fund’s returns, where does he get the nerve to lavishly bet 1 billion US Dollars solely on France to win?

If this didn’t have Lu Liang’s shadow, Su Shimin surely wouldn’t believe it, but the question remains, why does Lu Liang think France will win?

Though France’s likelihood of winning is significant, indicating market consensus, it doesn’t quite justify betting 10 billion.

He couldn’t understand it, perplexed, so upon hearing Lu Liang was throwing a party tonight here, he brought Jeffrey and Cruick over to probe.

"Then let’s join together; I think Mr. Lu will be pleased too.” Little Wang calmly smiled, didn’t consult Lu Liang, directly agreed.

Liangzi can be tricky, often setting him up, like his shoulder still throbbing, but these setups just involve teasing among friends.

Regarding Lu Liang’s bet on the French team, not short on money, Little Wang gradually figured out some clues, likely Lu Liang deliberately upsetting them due to Su Shimin’s displeasure.

After all, Liangzi’s sometimes childish temperament, knowing spitting has no use other than disgust, yet still doing it.

As a friend, Little Wang could only accommodate.

With clarity of thought, a target for opposition was clearly established.

In Lu Liang’s absence, Little Wang found it necessary to support the occasion for him.

"Jeffrey, let’s bring them over.”

Su Shimin creased his brows, successfully fooled by Little Wang’s attitude.

Rumors are deceitful, saying Little Wang always followed Lu Liang’s lead, now it seems not quite the case.

Is it truly the act of a naive son of the landlord?

Su Shimin still had doubts, wishing Flannery were present; he’d understand what occurred on the plane.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Liang, bathed and dressed anew, descended from upstairs.

He showed perplexity; the number of beauties doubled, seemingly of higher quality and younger age.

Little Wang stepped forward, whispered: “Su Shimin and the others plan to join us, waiting for the World Cup finals in the morning.”

Lu Liang realized, guessed the ins and outs, teasingly smiled: “Mr. Su Shimin, can your old bones handle it?”

Though Su Shimin appeared fifty-something, he was actually born in 47, making him a spry 71-year-old, a quasi-old monster.

Su Shimin was tongue-tied, couldn’t help but roll his eyes; Lu Liang’s words always grated.

Jeffrey grinned broadly, mediated: “Mr. Lu, you’re underestimating Steve; just a few nights ago, he got a young girl successfully pregnant.”

"That impressive, then Mr. Su Shimin better not let your eyelids droop.”

Lu Liang laughed cheerfully, deliberately changing the subject; he pointed to a beauty with a fabulous figure: “What’s her name?”

As time progressed and understanding deepened, he knew what those on Joy Island engaged in.

Raising young boys and girls for lust fulfillment and various perverse hobbies was just one aspect, mainly pursuing immortality.

Journey to the West seemed like a realistic monster tale, maybe people at that time conducted similar experiments; hence, Ginsengfruit appeared baby-like.