On Kawa's first night in London, a high-profile family feast was held at Rothschild Castle.

Wang Fuxing and Liuli, as Rothschild guests, were also invited to participate.

The location is located in the restaurant on the first floor of the castle.

As an old family that still holds the title of duke and is famous in the British House of Lords, the restaurant in the castle is very Westernized, with a bar-shaped table that sits at both ends and almost shouts, and on the table are placed several candlesticks that look more like works of art than practical uses, and the restaurant has always continued the opulent style of other places, luxurious and extravagant, but not vulgar.

Before dinner began, several of Rothschild's heirs were seated.

When Wang Fuxing and Liuli walked in, the eyes of several heirs fell on him for the first time.

"Hey, honey, you should be sitting here."

Lan got up softly, pointed to the two positions beside him, and smiled elegantly.

She is still wearing a blue dress today, wrapping her beautiful body, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, and her eyes are bright, as if she has become the most dazzling scenery in the restaurant.

The fiery look in the eyes of a strange young man sitting opposite Lan and Hai flashed, and a strong desire for possession instantly appeared in his eyes.

"Wang, I think you should sit here, I have a lot to talk to you, I promise, you can hear things that you can't hear from my cousin."

Jing smiled and got up, beckoned to a nearby maid, and the well-behaved maid immediately understood what her master meant, and took two sets of utensils and two wine glasses again, and placed them beside Jing.

Wang Fuxing shrugged slightly, didn't look at Lan's face, and sat down beside Jing.

The cold light in Lan's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly smiled, and sat back in his seat, thoughtful.

Jing's assurance, she believed, could arouse the vigilance of anyone present.

Jing, as the third heir to the Rothschild Empire, has access to most of the secrets of the empire, and has an extremely in-depth understanding of the major factions of the empire.

She was just very strange now, and even a little worried, what Jing would tell Wang Fuxing.

"Tell me about these two."

Wang Fuxing pointed to the two strange young men in the restaurant, and said flatly, his tone was close to an order.

Ming died at his hands, Lan and he were old friends, sitting quietly beside him, and Hai had a relationship with him.

Then the only people who can sit at this table today and Wang Fuxing has not seen are the fifth heir who has always maintained the same front with Lan in the past, and Chuan, who took over Ming's position.

"Oh, this one, look across from you, my friend, this is the youngest little guy in our heir echelon, Guang who is still studying in Oxford, he is very cute, I like him very much."

Jing smiled and pointed to a relatively young man sitting opposite Wang Fuxing, and his smile looked pleasant.

Wang Fuxing nodded slightly at Guang.

The former fifth-in-line and current fourth-in-line heir of the Rothschild Empire doesn't seem to be good at talking, so he simply said hello and didn't say more.

Jing's smile narrowed slightly, and then pointed to Wang Fuxing's diagonal opposite, since he and Liuli came in, they stared at a young man who was on him, and there was a trace of coldness in his tone: "This is Chuan, my friend, you can think of him as Ming's successor, but what I want to tell you is that this guy doesn't have the identity of an heir now, so even if you ignore him, it's not rude, I don't like this guy, even in front of him, I have to say, I don't think he is a qualified heir." ”

As the quiet but clear words sounded, the corners of Lan Hehai's mouth, who were silent on the side, flashed a smile almost at the same time.

Evaluated in front of him as not a qualified heir, the subtext was that he was not good enough, Chuan exploded on the spot, he got up suddenly, clenched the wine glass in front of him, glanced at Wang Fuxing and Jing viciously, and said angrily: "Hey, my cousin, you shouldn't say that about me, you are the heir of the empire, am I not worthy of this identity?" Oh, the world is changing so fast, do you think you're better than me now? When you were a kid and you were crushed by me, you weren't that hard. ”

"I'm sorry, it's hard for me to like a cousin who once tried to rape me, but, Chuan, please believe me, what I just said is a very objective evaluation, and it doesn't take my personal emotional position, look at you now, like a wild boar with madness, dinner hasn't started yet, but I don't have the appetite to eat anymore."

Jing said slowly in a disdainful tone, but it was precisely because of this careless attitude that Chuan was even more angry and crazy.

Every word that came out of those full red lips made Chuan feel that it was an insult to himself by that woman.

Wang Fuxing and Liuli sat on the side, watching this farce that was not a farce with cold eyes.

Intellectually speaking, he is more inclined to Jing's judgment, this Chuan may really not be a qualified heir.

It is impossible for any big faction to cultivate many heirs and alternate heirs, firstly, because the energy within the big faction is limited, so many resources can only be used on a very few or even the only person after all, and secondly, if you really want to reluctantly copy a few alternate heirs, it will make the main cultivated talents feel disgusted and crisis, and even cause cannibalism, in that way, the faction will be chaotic first, and it will lose the qualification to play with other factions.

With the exception of a few special cases, this is something that any large faction should avoid.

Stillness is a special case.

She and the original first heir Jie are in a faction of interests, and it can be regarded as the most powerful branch of Rothschild, but Jing's gender is destined to be less competitive than Jie from the beginning, so when Jie is booming, within the faction, Jing is positioned as Jie's main assistant.

This is not the case with Chuan.

He was pushed out from within the faction, basically including some of his branch and the head of the family, and then there was the helplessness of picking the big one among the shorts.

He has not yet established the identity of the heir, which can also be seen as a test for him by his line.

Killing Wang Fuxing, avenging Ming, blocking the mouths of some opposing voices within the faction, and becoming the heir again, that is a very strong ability, and it can also show Chuan's own ability.

Wang Fuxing looked at Chuan, whose face was flushed and angry to the extreme, and shook his head slightly.

It really doesn't look like an opponent worth his heart.

"Cousin, if I were you, I'd sit down now, my father is coming soon, and I guess you don't want him to see you like this, do you?"

Lan suddenly smiled and spoke, looking at the thunderous Chuan, with a hint of abuse in his eyes.

"Uncle does really dislike some young people who make a fuss."

Hai played with the wine glass in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled a little sarcastically.

Chuan was shocked in his heart, and the boiling anger quickly subsided, which was a great benefit for him, he was not excellent, but he could always recognize his goal.

The goal of his trip is to avenge Ming and get his own heir status.

That's enough.

Offending now that his identity is already extraordinary, it is something that his faction absolutely does not want to see, and it is not what he thinks in his heart.

After all, to complete the task, he can get the support of some elders within the faction, but in fact, for such a big matter as the heir, the opinions of the patriarchal group of the central body of the empire, as well as the lord of the empire, are also crucial.

"Oh, it's..."

Chuan shook his head vigorously, grabbed his hair, sat down again, asked the maid next to him to pour himself a glass of wine, and drank it all before he sighed: "Jing, my cousin, I really don't like what you said about me just now, but this question, we should communicate later, right?" I think my communication with Mr. Wang is more important than this matter, very, very important. ”

Wang Fuxing raised his eyelids, glanced at Chuan casually, and did not speak.

Chuan was stimulated by Wang Fuxing's arrogant posture and became angry, but he endured it, he squeezed out a smile stiffly, pretended to be elegant, and said slowly: "Mr. Wang, there may be something inappropriate to say, in fact, I should thank you, I think you know what I mean, right?" ”

Wang Fuxing listened expressionlessly and didn't say a word.

Chuan really should thank him, if he hadn't killed Ming, he would definitely not have been sitting in the dining room now, waiting for the master of the Rothschild empire to come and dine together.

Killing Wang Fuxing was the answer he wanted to give to his faction, but it was not his personal will.

Even if Wang Fuxing does not die, Chuan's faction, there are almost no people who can compete directly with him, so although he can't get a legitimate heir, it will not damage his status at all, and when the patriarchal group of this generation withdraws from the forefront, he will definitely be able to occupy a more important position in the new patriarchal group.

But there's a problem.

That is to kill Wang Fuxing, Chuan can get more.

Greed is one of the greatest original sins.

"I'm very curious about your personal experience, and I've had a lot of information about you before coming to London, so if I can, I'd like to talk to you individually, at a different time and place, alone, if you have the guts to walk out of this castle, of course."

Chuan continued to speak slowly, his tone was flat, but there was already an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.

Wang Fuxing raised his eyebrows, and then smiled.

At all times, he is a person who does not like to be agitated.

So, Chuan this set, he eats.

Do you dare to do anything.

Now there are not many people who dare to ask Wang Fuxing this sentence.

"Are you sure you want to 'talk' to me?"

Wang Fuxing asked with a smile.

"Of course."

Chuan smiled very surely, he raised his wrist and looked at the expensive watch in his hand, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Tomorrow night at nine o'clock, Caesars Club, I hope Mr. Wang can enjoy the light." ”

“OK。”

Wang Fuxing nodded, and suddenly smiled.

"Isn't it funny? Mr. Wang? ”

Chuan's brows furrowed fiercely and he sneered.

"It's nothing, I've seen a lot of people who are sent to death, but I've never seen anyone who is so anxious about you, what are you anxious about?"

Wang Fuxing asked with a smile.

Chuan looked dazed.

He doesn't understand Chinese.

"What did you say?"

Chuan asked more and more unhappily.

"He said that your brain is diseased, and in our Celestial Empire, there is a very appropriate word, called brain damage, brain, disability."

Liuli smiled lightly and said softly.