Gourmet Tycoon

“We’ve never met… you might not have even heard my name before…”

“Whether it’s to make amends… or to repent… before I die, I want to leave all my assets to you…”

“After all, you are my only family left in this world…”

“I hope you can live freely and happily… don’t be like me… chase your own dreams!”

Zhuang Chen stared expressionlessly at the frail old man on the screen, never imagining that someone he’d never met before would leave him such a vast inheritance.

When the video ended, he found himself face-to-face with an elegant elder: silver hair, black tailcoat, refined cane, a gentle yet reserved smile—he looked every bit the medieval aristocrat, unforgettable at a glance.

The old gentleman looked calmly at Zhuang Chen, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. Rising slowly, he explained in fluent Chinese, “Mr. Zhuang, my name is Davis. I am the manager of the Wade Trust Foundation. I am here at the behest of your uncle to handle his estate.”

Zhuang Chen waved his hand, glancing around the room—no hidden cameras, so it wasn’t some kind of prank show. He stood as well, resigned. “As someone who grew up in an orphanage, I’ve never heard of having an uncle, let alone one who was…”

“A billionaire, you mean?” Davis allowed himself a slight smile and clapped his hands. The door opened, and five or six men in black entered, arms laden with documents, which they quickly spread out before Zhuang Chen.

“To be precise, the assets you inherit amount to 9.6 billion dollars, including one percent of Coca-Cola shares…”

“Eight-ten