Capítulo 788: Chapter 788: The Guest Becomes the Host
Xia Yu had just come out of the airport when he was surrounded by his subordinates, who had been waiting for a long time. Without lingering, he got straight into the car and went back to his manor.
That day, George Berkeley was at Xia Yu's home, and he told Xia Yu in detail about what had happened recently, so that Xia Yu would know what was going on.
The next morning, Xia Yu went to Guangming Foundation. About an hour after he arrived at the company, Thomson Joyce from Barclays Bank came to the door again.
After meeting Xia Yu, Thomson Joyce seemed not at all surprised. He smiled, shook Xia Yu's hand, and said hello: 'This must be Mr Xia, hello. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Thomson Joyce, Executive Vice President of Barclays Bank.'
'Hello Mr Thomson, welcome!' Xia Yu said with a slight smile, then invited them to sit down.
'Thank you!'
After Thomson-Joyce sat down, Xia Yu looked at him calmly and asked with interest, 'Mr. Thomson, George has already told me about what happened before. What are you here for this time?'
Thomson-Joyce smiled and said, 'Mr. Xia, I'm not here for the Royal Bank of Scotland stake this time. I'm here to deliver an invitation on behalf of my boss. He wants to meet with you.'
Xia Yu's gaze became deep as he looked at the exquisite invitation that Thomson Joyce took out of his bag and handed over with both hands.
He took it and his gaze was instantly attracted to the name at the bottom right corner.
Rothschild!
This was the English for the signature, and it did not specify which individual, this was an invitation issued on behalf of the Rothschild family.
Xia Yu looked at the content of the invitation without expression. It was very concise and clear, inviting him to the Rothschild family's ancient castle at 3 pm the day after tomorrow.
After reading it, Xia Yu closed the invitation and placed it gently on the table.
Seeing that Xia Yu was still expressionless after not answering, Thomson Joyce frowned slightly, unsure of what to do. Thinking of the task that his boss had solemnly explained to him, he immediately asked, 'Mr Xia, I wonder what you mean?'
Xia Yu smiled and said, 'I was just thinking, it seems that I don't have the slightest chance of choice? Since you have set the time, why not let me set the place?'
The Rothschild family may be a giant, but it doesn't mean he has to lick their boots. The Rothschild family has caused him trouble, forced him to come to London, and now wants him to go to the Rothschild family residence.
Huh, does it really think that Xia Yu is a puppet on a string? Doesn't he have any temper?
Might is a very strange thing. You can't see it or touch it, but it is often a crucial factor.
If he goes along with the Rothschilds every time, if he goes to the Rothschilds, he will have even less room for manoeuvre and will be at a disadvantage.
The Rothschilds want to talk to him, fine, but it depends on what and how.
The Rothschilds want to test him, and of course he can test the attitude of the Rothschilds. This change of venue is an opportunity.
It all depends on what the Rothschilds want. Xia Yu is not in a position to start a conflict with the Rothschilds, but he is not afraid of them. The key is whether it is necessary to do so!
Thomson Joyce did not expect Xia Yu to make such a request, and he looked at Xia Yu with a face full of difficulty.
Although he is the executive vice president of Barclays Bank, Barclays Bank is only an industry controlled by the Rothschilds. He is not the president of the bank, so where does he get the qualification to make decisions for the Rothschilds?
Xia Yu also understood his dilemma, so he smiled and said, 'Mr Thomson, if you can't make the decision, you might as well tell your boss what I want. We'll do it when you say, and the venue will be the Hilton Hotel in the City of London.'
Hearing Xia Yu say this, George Berkeley, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but smile as he heard Xia Yu's words.
What a familiar scene. Just a few days ago, Thomson Joyce also said that if he couldn't make a decision, he would report to his boss. Now, his boss Xia Yu has directly saved his face.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel happy. Seeing Thomson Joyce's unpleasant expression, George Berkeley couldn't help but laugh.
Thomson Joyce took a deep breath, nodded and said, 'Okay, Mr. Xia, I will tell my boss what you mean.'
'Then I won't bother you anymore!'
After saying this, Thomson Joyce and the others got up and left without even sitting down.
After a while, George Berkeley, who had been sent to see someone, returned to the office and asked with a smile, 'Boss, do you think they will agree?'
Xia Yu's eyes were a little distracted, and he said softly, 'Does it matter? Anyway, I don't want to meet with them. If they want to meet with me, they have to agree.'
George Berkeley was stunned and nodded slowly.
They weren't going to sell their shares anyway, and it was best if Barclays Bank didn't come and buy them.
'George, book a presidential suite at the Hilton Hotel. Whether they come or not, let's get on with what we need to do!'
'Yes!'
...
When Thomson Joyce returned, he reported everything exactly as it happened, and then he couldn't do anything more.
The Rothschild family castle.
A black Rolls-Royce pulled up and stopped, and Evelyn Rothschild got out and walked quickly towards the castle.
'Evelyn, how did it go?'
Jacob Rothschild, who was reading the newspaper, looked up at the sound of footsteps and asked with a smile.
Evelyn Rothschild shook her head and said, 'There's been a small problem.'
Jacob Rothschild's eyes narrowed slightly and he put down the newspaper and asked, "What's the problem?'
Evelyn Rothschild said, "He didn't refuse our invitation, but he changed the meeting place and chose the Hilton Hotel in the City of London.'
Jacob Rothschild smiled and said, 'It seems that he is wary of us!'
He paused and guessed, "Someone must have said bad things about our family in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't have behaved like this.'
Evelyn snorted and said, "It must be those bastards, who never let down their guard against us.'
Jacob Rothschild sneered, 'Haha, haven't they always been like that?'
After a sneer, he added, 'Well, let's not talk about it. Since he has changed his address, let's just do what he wants. After all, we are going there with good intentions.'
'Evelyn, I will go the day after tomorrow. You don't have to go. I want to see for myself what kind of person he really is.'
'Okay.'
Two days passed in a flash.
That afternoon, at 2:30, Xia Yu set off with George Berkeley and Elena to the Hilton Hotel.
Just two minutes after Xia Yu and the others arrived, the waiter ushered in Jacob Rothschild and a young man and a middle-aged man.
An odd combination of old and young.
The moment Xia Yu saw Jacob Rothschild, memories flooded back to her mind, and a person's image overlapped with Jacob Rothschild's face, and Xia Yu recognised him in an instant.
This was the man who had led the Rothschild family back to prosperity, and was one of the truly powerful figures in the world.
'Mr. Rothschild, I didn't expect you to come early. Please sit!'
Although it was the Rothschild family who sent the invitation, Xia Yu was now the guest of honour.
The young man who had followed Jacob Rothschild's lead suddenly looked unpleasant, but Jacob Rothschild remained calm, gave a faint smile and said, 'I didn't expect Mr. Xia to know me. I'm deeply honoured. You're also invited!'
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