Chapter Thirty-Seven: What Right Do You Have to Speak to Me!

Meyer Logan Rothschild, the second son of the current head of the Rothschild family.

This family is one of the five major dynasties that control the globe. It is no exaggeration to say that in the last two hundred years of Western history, a series of major events have been inextricably linked to the Rothschilds. Their business interests span every industry, with their most profitable ventures being natural resources such as oil and natural gas, followed by automotive, internet, and technology sectors. With a global economic output of 120 trillion dollars, the Rothschild family alone holds 50 trillion dollars in assets. And that is merely the information available to the public. In reality, the family controls numerous shadow industries and holds sway over the entire United States, and indeed, the better part of the world.

If the Zhu family is one of the power brokers in modern China, then Logan, who stood before them, would soon become a power broker for half the world. His influence is on par with the Zhu family, if not slightly greater. It was no wonder that Zhu Changshan’s expression turned grim; he frowned before finally speaking.

"Logan, I am indeed grateful to your grandfather for saving my life." Zhu Changshan said. "However, I heard that you are already married. The arranged marriage between you and my daughter must, therefore, be annulled. We are all people of standing; you surely wouldn't force my daughter to marry you?"

Logan looked incensed. As a super-rich second-generation heir who had never suffered a setback in his life, he erupted with volatility. "Is the point that you don't want to marry your daughter to me? Or is it that I’m married?"

"No!" he shouted. "I am the future heir of the Rothschild family, the center of power for the entire world! Even if you were to marry Zhu Qing'an off to a commoner, you would have to notify me, wouldn't you? Yet, you married her off to some low-life food delivery boy without a word to me. You have humiliated me!"

Logan stepped forward, glaring viciously at Zhu Changshan. Generally, when Chinese people acquire wealth, they develop a sense of shame and propriety, as the saying goes: "Only when one is well-fed and clothed does one know honor and disgrace." But as a super-rich heir, Logan spoke with no sense of decorum, his rage unbridled.

"You have no respect for the Rothschild family!" he spat. "And you have no respect for me! Zhu Qing'an must marry me now! She has no other choice!"

Zhu Changshan's face turned ghastly, his hand trembling as he pointed at Logan. "You... Get out! The Zhu residence is no place for your insolence!"

Logan gave a sinister laugh. "It seems the economic sanctions and trade wars we launched against China last time didn't hurt you enough, did they?"

"Let me be clear! If you dare to defy my order and refuse to marry Zhu Qing'an to me, then within a month, I will order every chip manufacturer to cease supply to China! Your current chip technology is a decade behind ours. Once that supply is cut off, your mobile industry and military-industrial complex will suffer a devastating blow! I’ll give you one hour to consider. I’m not going anywhere!"

He sat down on the sofa, truly intending to stay. His bodyguards, who stood close by, were clearly no ordinary men. Zhu Changshan’s brow furrowed tightly.

Suddenly, Zhu Qing'an returned with Zhang Fan. Seeing the strange atmosphere in the living room, both realized something was wrong. Zhu Qing'an glanced at Logan, confused. Why would someone from the Rothschild family be at the Zhu residence? In recent years, relations had been hostile. The Rothschild family, representing Western interests, had repeatedly blocked China from entering high-end markets to protect their own profits. For instance, BYD cars were completely banned from sale in the U.S., and Huawei phones could not be sold in the U.S. or over a dozen other countries.

Seeing Zhang Fan, Zhu Changshan sensed disaster. He hurried over and whispered, "Xiao Fan, you must leave! Go now! This matter today..." After briefly explaining the situation, he urged him again, "In short, my family and the Rothschilds have been at odds for a long time. Our grievances cannot be explained in a few words. If he were coming for us, we have the capital to withstand it, but if he targets you, you won't be able to handle it. Leave!"

Zhang Fan’s brow furrowed, his eyes turning cold. "How ridiculous. Does Xiao An marrying me require reporting to him and obtaining his consent? Furthermore, even if it were an arranged marriage, he is now married himself and has no right to interfere in our union."

Saying this, instead of fleeing, Zhang Fan walked straight toward Logan. Flee? The word did not exist in his dictionary.

Logan had seen Zhang Fan's face. On his way here, he had investigated everything about Zhang Fan, including photos. The super-rich heir stood up coldly. "Zhang Fan, you’re just a delivery boy who made some money and opened a company. Do you dare to compete with me for a bride? What are you, exactly?!"

Zhang Fan showed no fear. Under Zhu Qing'an’s worried gaze, he looked at Logan with a smile. "And what are you? A nuisance who runs over to cause trouble when I’m getting married? Believe it or not, I’ll beat you until you’re crawling."

Logan could not believe his ears. As an heir to the Rothschilds, a super-rich heir—why, even the U.S. President had to bow before him! Yet, this delivery boy, a Chinese man, dared to be so arrogant? For a moment, Logan was so angry he laughed, narrowing his eyes as he sized up Zhang Fan.

"It seems you truly don’t know the gap between us. Let me tell you! The assets of the Rothschild family amount to fifty trillion! Fifty trillion dollars! You, a low-life who started as a delivery boy, what right do you have to speak to me like that? I only came to see you today because of Zhu Qing'an, not because of you, Zhang Fan! In normal circumstances, someone from the bottom like you would never have the chance to meet me. You are not qualified."

Zhang Fan laughed. "Is that fifty trillion all yours? Your family is indeed massive and deep-rooted, but at the end of the day, those assets are divided among hundreds of thousands of family members. Even if you eventually inherit the position of patriarch, the assets you can actually mobilize will only be a few trillion dollars. What are you so arrogant about? You idiot."

Logan was truly driven mad with rage, pointing at Zhang Fan. "You, you..."

Then, Zhang Fan made a move that nearly drove Logan to a mental breakdown.