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"In the Chen family you are talking about, is there a person named Chen Hao, and he also has a son named Chen Muche?" Swaraj asked Moti.

He originally wanted to hide the meeting with Chen Muze, but he also knew that once Moti communicated with the Chen family, he would not be able to hide it.

"how do you know?"

Moti frowned and stared at Swaraj.

"A week ago, I..."

Swaraj bravely told the truth.

"You, you actually made me miss an extremely important meeting. The source of this mess turned out to be you!"

Moti pointed angrily at Swaraj, undoubtedly throwing a heavy blame on Swaraj.

Swaraj was confused.

Moti took a deep breath, seemingly trying to control his emotions, and said to Swaraj: "Go and invite the heir of the Chen family over right away to make up for your mistake."

"Yes, I'll go right now."

Swaraj was granted amnesty.

Moti looked at Swaraj's back and couldn't help but said: "Idiot."

Imperial Hotel.

Chen Muze and Ruth came to the presidential suite restaurant and were about to have lunch when old man Richard walked in and said, "Prince, Chief Secretary Morty wants to see you."

Chen Muze was not surprised.

From the moment the riot broke out, he concluded that Moti must see him and said: "Let him wait until we finish lunch."

"Yes."

Richard bowed and stepped back.

"Some people, to use an old Chinese proverb, like to drink fine wine." Even if Ruth didn't say all of this old saying, it was pretty good.

Ever since she met Chen Muche, she has been interested in Chinese culture, language, and history. She has been able to master Chinese to this level for two years, which is very rare.

"Yes, some people always feel that those who respect him out of politeness are afraid of him." Chen Muze understands this deeply.

Over the years, many people have regarded his low-key and polite attitude as cowardly and easy to bully.

The two of them chatted while eating.

Outside the presidential suite, Swaraj was blocked by two bodyguards in black. He was very hungry, but he had to wait.

An hour later, the two doors opened, and old man Richard smiled and invited Swaraj to enter the room.

Chen Muze and Ruth sat on the sofa in the large living room and looked at Swaraj who walked in.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry for my attitude that day..."

"Speak the truth."

Chen Muze interrupted Swaraj.

He had seen too many dramas like being arrogant at first and respectful at the end, and he was tired of it.

"Mr. Moti asked me to invite you." Swaraj looked at Chen Muze expectantly, but felt uneasy at the same time.

"Please me?"

Chen Muze smiled, looked at Ruth affectionately, and then said: "A week ago, Mr. Morty invited me, and I would be very happy. Now... I can only trouble Mr. Morty to come in person."

"Uh?"

Swaraj was dumbfounded.

"see a visitor out."

Chen Muze ordered Richard with a smile.

"Mr. Chen..."

"Please!"

Old man Richard smiled and stared at Swaraj.

Swaraj realized that talking was useless and couldn't help but regret how he treated Chen Muze a week ago. He walked out of the presidential suite, feeling extremely depressed and helpless, rubbing his cheeks.

He didn't know how to face the big boss Morty, and left in despair.

in the room.

Chen Muze said to Ruth: "After staying in the north for almost ten days, we should set off to the south."

"Okay!"

Ruth agreed.

"Prince, Miss Ruth, the special plane can take off to Mengcheng at any time." Richard interrupted.

"Then let's leave as soon as we say it."

Chen Muze stood up, not caring whether Morty would come to see him at the Imperial Hotel.

in the afternoon.

Morty arrived at the Imperial Hotel, and Chen Muze and Ruth's group had already left.

Moti looked ugly when he learned that Chen Muze had gone to Mengcheng.

Swaraj, who was accompanying Moti, had sweat on his forehead.

"idiot!"

Moti could only vent his anger on Swaraj.

Swaraj was about to cry.

Moti left angrily.

Mengcheng.

The largest city in India.

The locals call it Oriental Bus City, but they call the magical capital of China Oriental Minibus City.

But in Chen Muze's eyes, apart from the population, this city is not even as good as China's second-tier cities in other aspects.

"More than a hundred years ago, what Westerners really regarded as the Oriental Bacheng was the Magic City. Now the Indians are determined to steal this title."

Ruth, who was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach, laughed and teased the Indians.

"The desire to become Bacheng is why we are thinking about the name Bacheng of the East. The Magic City is the Magic City. It is unique. There is no need to borrow the name of a Western city to show its prosperity and wealth. Maybe there will be a Western Magic City or a Western Hangzhou in the future. , the deep city of the west.”

Chen Muze firmly believed that China was getting better and better. He smiled and said, "Using other people's names by any means means that you are not strong enough."

Ruth nodded in deep understanding.

In the evening, Chen Muze and Ruth checked into the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel.

This famous hotel is owned by the Tata Group, whose largest shareholder is the Rothschild family.

It can also be said that this century-old store is the property of the Rothschild family.

Through information on the Internet, many Chinese people believe that the Rothschild family has long declined and is no longer as prosperous as it was a hundred years ago.

They think they have the truth, but they don’t know that they are living in an information cocoon.

Chen Muze knows very well how powerful the low-key Rothschild family is.

The world's largest diamond company, De Beers.

The world's largest tobacco company, Phillips Reese Tobacco Company.

The most famous red wine in the world, Lafite red wine.

The world's second largest oil company, Shell Oil.

The world's largest investment bank, Goldman Sachs.

The world's largest media outlets include Reuters and the New York Times, as well as McDonald's, Disney, and Coca-Cola.

The establishment or growth of these companies is all related to one family, that is, the Rothschild family.

And these companies are just the tip of the iceberg of the Rothschild family’s intangible influence.

The world thinks that such a powerful family has long since declined, which is not a reflection of the powerful energy of this family.

The real Rothschild family has never declined.

Just like ordinary people don't know, more than half of the Internet companies and technology companies that have emerged in country M in the past two decades have the shadow of sunspot funds behind them.

The group got off the car and walked into the hotel lobby.

Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, as the name suggests, is comparable to a palace, and the grand lobby displays classic charm without losing luxury.

Chen Muze, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, looked around the lobby and couldn't help but nod.

This country is not without its merits and has a rich history and cultural heritage.

The hotel lobby manager personally led the group of people through the splendid lobby and approached the elevator, but they were blocked by four men in black.

"you……"

Just as the lobby manager was about to question, the doors of the three elevators opened at the same time, and twenty or thirty people walked out, mostly tough men in black.

The young man in the middle protected by these men in black is about thirty years old, holding a beautiful woman in each arm.

The lobby manager recognized a man and two women at a glance.

The man is the nephew of India’s richest man, Abhishenu Ambani.

These two gorgeous and plump beauties are the latest popular actresses in Bollywood.

The lobby manager was immediately at a loss. The group of people blocked by Abhishenu's bodyguards were also very powerful.