Chapter 131

  Auntie drove the car towards the outskirts, the air in the city was always not as good as the outskirts. Gradually, a large building complex appeared on the side of the highway in front of Fang Mo and her friends. A high-end villa resort built on the mountain and by the water, it was their first time here. In the distance, there was a medieval European-style castle standing proudly, the castle had seven floors, with a pointed top, its dark gray walls exuding an air of majesty and age.

  Xiao Yi parked the car in the parking lot and hesitated, saying, "Nan Nan, is this the place? The consumption here is not low."

  "Come on! With membership cards, we can still afford it. It's a rare opportunity." Fang Mo Nan opened the car door and said.

  Locking the car, Xiao Yi and Fang Mo Nan each held one of the children's hands as they walked towards the entrance of the villa. The security guard at the door did not stop them, and after entering the gate, a service staff member dressed in luxurious attire came forward and politely asked: "Hello! Are you a member of the club?"

  The club is a membership-based one, Fang Mornan pulled out a platinum card from his pocket, the service girl saw the card and was stunned for a moment, then slightly bowed her head and said: "Respected member, welcome to our club."

  "Please wait for a moment." The waiter continued.

  A convertible golf cart soon stopped in front of them, the driver wearing a dark European-style chauffeur uniform. The vehicle came to a smooth stop at the edge, and after getting out, he made a welcoming gesture and said very politely: "Honorable guests please get on board."

  Looking at this momentum, Little Aunt was somewhat thinking of retreating, "This is too......"

  "Let's go!" Fang Mo Nan pulled Er Ya's hand onto the sightseeing car and said with a smile, "Since we're here, let's make ourselves at home. It's good to broaden our horizons."

  Xiao Yi reluctantly pulled Da Bao onto the car as well.

  From the entrance of the manor to the central ancient castle, it's about two kilometers away. This sightseeing car is the most suitable for this distance. The car moves slowly, and on both sides of the road are large areas of greenery. In the distance, you can also see pavilions, flower racks, pools, fountains, sculptures, everywhere showing off medieval European style.

  The villa is a purely natural walk for busy city people, enjoying the wind, light, air and sunshine in nature.

  The car arrived quickly at the Central Ancient Castle, and Xiao Yi looked at the scenery along the way. Looking at her niece's calm and steady appearance, her mood gradually calmed down, no longer feeling anxious, since she had come, then she would be at ease.

  At this moment, several greeters standing at the gate of the ancient castle came forward, bowing in unison and shouting in unison: "Welcome!"

  "The rich live in castles, the poor live in hovels." So said an English poet. From the earliest primitive earthworks of motte-and-bailey castles to the more robust stone castles of the Crusades, and later to the more luxurious and artistic ones that rivalled churches in splendor, differing only in lacking religious color and having more worldly pleasures and vanity.

  As soon as I walked into the ancient castle, luxurious crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling all the way down, and the crystal chandelier of Swarovski was not cheap!

  The hall is grand and atmospheric, maintaining the typical style of French nobility. The intricate decorations in Rococo style spread to every corner of the room, elegant, classical, and luxurious. In the high-ceilinged space, one's gaze can linger anywhere, freely admiring the noble, luxurious, and tasteful design that fills the eyes. The large windows and small castle-style attic reveal the unparalleled splendor of the Venetian palace. VilFeltrinelli's decoration is exquisite, with a beautifully crafted ceiling, priceless paintings, antique masterpieces, and 18th-century gilded mirrors and stained glass windows on the staircase, which can be described as majestic.

  There were a few guests scattered about in the hall, this kind of club wasn't somewhere ordinary people could enter, it was expensive.

  Fang Mo Nan and the others looked at the people in the hall who were dressed to the nines, then looked at their own casual attire, as if they had walked into the wrong place. The people in the hall glanced at them, but just gave a brief glance before continuing with what they were doing with great poise.

  "Nan Nan, we can still make it if we leave now!" Little Aunt looked at the luxurious surroundings, they stood out here awkwardly.

  "'Doll Doctor' welcome to be here." The American man in his thirties with deep facial features and a handsome appearance, was smiling with an air of coldness that didn't match his demeanor at all. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that covered the sharp glint in his eyes, making him look harmless. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." The waiter informed him that the white gold card had appeared, and he quickly ran out.

  It was him, Fang Mo Nan had treated his liver cancer before, and Ronnie, who had been sentenced to death by the hospital, was now so enthusiastic about welcoming these people that it really shocked everyone in the living room.

  "The longer you can wait for me, the better your body is." Fang Mo Nan joked.

  "Haha...the doll is still so humorous." Ronnie burst out laughing, "Let's go...let's go inside and talk."

  They walked into a small living room, leaving behind a string of questions for everyone.

  Fang Mo Nan took a sip of coffee and smiled wryly: "Roni, why didn't you tell us earlier what this place was like? Look at how we're dressed and just walked in."

  "Hehe... things outside of oneself are not worth mentioning." Ronnie took a sip of water, "As long as you have the white gold card, even if you're a vagabond, you can still enjoy imperial treatment."

  Auntie was also having coffee and keeping an eye on the two little ones as they had dessert - Black Forest cake, a sweet treat that kids can't resist.

  Fang Mò Nán introduced them to each other. The two little guys stood up politely, "Uncle Ronnie, thank you for the cake."

  "Alright...alright, you two sit down and continue eating!" Ronnie said with a smile.

  Fang Mo Nan said, "Roni, let me take your pulse!" Roni said, "I'd be grateful." He stretched out his hand and Fang Mo Nan carefully took his pulse. A moment later, she said, "You're recovering well. You must thoroughly eliminate your bad living habits and keep it up."

  Roni heard her words, a calm and composed person, couldn't help but get excited. "Thank you." Could he not be excited? It can be said that when he came to Fang Mo Nan, he was already a man sentenced to death by the hospital.

  "Hmm! Alright! However, it's best to have a light and easily digestible diet, avoid excessive high-fat foods as they can increase the burden on the liver and kidneys. Additionally, spicy and stimulating, coarse and hard foods should also be avoided, quit smoking and drinking. Remember, remember, if you relapse again, even gods cannot save you." Fang Mo Nan said.

  "Hmm! I know, following your instructions." Ronnie said solemnly, "What does 'gods can't save' mean?"

  "It's God," said Fang Mernan with a meaning he could accept.

  "Oh! I see, gods, the God of the East," Ronnie said.

  "It's all right." Fang Mo Nan no longer dwelled on this topic.

  Roni led Fang Mo Nan and the others to stroll around the manor, which was a rare sight. Those who saw them covered their mouths, with incredulous expressions on their faces, and only whispered behind their backs after Roni and the others left.

  "That Ronnie isn't said to be ill, only has a few months left to live. I see he's looking quite well! Where did this rumor come from, nonsense!" One of the men in suits, with slender fingers, held a highball glass, gently swirling it, the red liquid spinning around inside, his face full of surprise.

  Another man said: "He was really sick, what specific disease he had is unknown, but judging from his current complexion, it should be cured."

  The blonde beauty, dressed in a bright and revealing outfit, was leaning against the man in the suit and leather shoes, her ample chest pressed against his arm, flirting with him. She batted her eyelashes at him and asked, "Who is he? I see everyone else backing away from him, so powerful." From their fearful yet admiring glances, it was clear that everyone was intimidated by him, but also envied him.

  "How can I still not feed you enough, and yet you're already eyeing new prey." The man in the suit pinched her chin hard, forcing her head to tilt up and look at him.

  "Oh, come on! I was just curious!" The blonde girl pouted, "You pinched me too hard."

  "Let me give you some advice, don't mess with him." The man in the suit waved his hand, "He is Ronnie Alexander Hamilton, a famous risk investor on Wall Street, known for his sharp and ruthless vision. The companies he has invested in have all become targets that risk investors on Wall Street are eager to pursue." He added sarcastically, "Someone like you isn't even worth his attention, put away your little thoughts."

  "There's no one else, I'm just curious." she said with a smile.

  "Hmph! Good that you know."

  "Hey! What's on your mind? You're so absorbed." The man in the suit stopped paying attention to his female companion and turned to ask the man sitting next to him.

  "Who were those people you said Ronnie was with?" he asked himself, "Everyone outside says he's cold-blooded, his blood is even icy, but I've never seen him be gentle to anyone."

  "Now you mention it, I'm curious too." The man in the suit narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance, deep in thought.

  Venture capital, as the name suggests, refers to all investments with high risk and high potential returns. Some wealthy tycoons use their money to specifically help capable but underfunded entrepreneurs invest, in hopes of gaining excessive returns.

  Of course, this profession is particularly tested by people's vision and insight. If not, it will not only fail to recover the cost, but also make the investment money worthless. To become a top risk investor, one must be a capitalist among capitalists. Risk investors are not philanthropists, they are naturally cold-blooded and inhumane, often ruthless and bloodthirsty.

  It's rare that Ronnie would accompany someone in person, and not only the two of them, but also the curiosity of others present was piqued.

  The two of them thought for half a day without getting anywhere. "It's really strange that those yellow-skinned people have such great charm, making Ronnie accompany him personally."

  "I remember that the membership card system here is very strict, how did they get in."

  The man in the suit said: "Forget it, don't think about it anymore. No matter how hard you think, you won't be able to figure it out." This kind of thing, if the person involved doesn't say anything, who can guess?

  Roni led Fang Mo Nan on a tour, "It's better to come earlier, the sky is getting late, it's a pity that we can't visit the garden, the scenery there is even more breathtaking."

  Fang Mo Nan shrugged and said: "We just came here to eat, but didn't expect it to be so luxurious and beautiful."

  Roni led Fang Mo Nan on a rough tour of the ancient castle, finally arriving at the dining hall.