539: Chapter 534 An Endorsement That Cannot Be Refused

The entire room was silent.

Evelyn Reed, Ben, and Leo were completely stunned by Shen Yan's wildly imaginative concept.

This was an open strategy.

A perfect closed loop that calculated everyone's interests, leaving no room for objection.

Arthur's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving violently.

He felt as if he saw a magnificent, golden door leading to freedom.

But he forced himself to calm down.

"The old guard from my grandfather's generation won't believe any of this."

"They only trust oil fields and factories they can see and touch."

"They will think this is a pipe dream, a scam on a PowerPoint slide."

"They will."

Shen Yan nodded, as if he had long anticipated this question.

"Therefore, we need an endorsement that they cannot refuse."

"Who?"

"Kevin Hossen."

Shen Yan uttered a name.

"The rising star of Wall Street, the helmsman of the Hossen Family."

"I will have Hossen Capital, which he controls, act as the angel investor for the 'Dawn Laboratory,' and he will personally step forward to vouch for your project."

"Do you think those old fogeys at the Vance Group trust you more, or do they trust the tangible gold and silver of Wall Street?"

Arthur was utterly speechless.

He looked at the Eastern man before him.

Calm, meticulous, every move calculated.

The resources he commanded, the power he wielded with a mere word, far exceeded Arthur's imagination.

This man wasn't negotiating with him.

He was offering him a path that had already been paved.

A broad avenue leading to freedom and dreams.

"I..."

Arthur opened his mouth, finding his voice dry.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and solemnly extended his hand toward Shen Yan.

The confusion and pain in his eyes were gone.

Replaced instead by a fervent flame called zeal.

"Mr. Shen."

"Starting today, I will follow your arrangements."

Shen Yan's palm was warm and dry.

Their hands clasped together, resembling a silent contract.

A pledge of "loyalty" offered by the weak to the strong.

"I need your passport information and personal resumes."

Shen Yan released his hand, his voice completely level.

It was as if the plan that would overturn a century-old family was just a casual suggestion made over afternoon tea.

"I will have my team handle your work visas for Country H and all entry procedures."

"The top-tier laboratory and corresponding research funding are already being prepared."

His gaze swept over Evelyn Reed, Ben, and Leo.

"Your salaries will increase by fifty percent above your current base."

"Additionally, in Country H, I will provide you with a dedicated vehicle and driver, as well as a fully furnished apartment."

"All relocation expenses will be borne entirely by the company."

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Ben and Leo's eyes began to gleam.

They were pure research personnel, not fanatically pursuing money.

But this feeling of being cherished and respected was something they had never experienced at the Vance Group.

There, they were mere accessories to Arthur, parts that could be replaced at any moment.

"We..."

Evelyn spoke, her voice slightly hoarse.

"We have no objections."

She made her decision quickly.

This required no choice at all.

On one side was an unfathomable family quagmire; on the other, a broad avenue to their dreams.

"Very good."

Shen Yan nodded.

He took out his phone and displayed a QR code.

"This is my assistant's contact information. Send your documents to her."

"Within three days, you will receive the first draft of the settlement plan."

The four of them solemnly added the contact information, as if completing a sacred ritual.

After discussing a few more details, they rose to take their leave.

As they walked out of the lounge door, Arthur looked back once.

Shen Yan had already returned to the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of clear water, calmly gazing at the city outside.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated him in a golden rim, yet it was utterly incapable of warming his profound, deep-well-like profile.

He looked like a lonely chess master.

And the entire world was his chessboard.

Arthur withdrew his gaze and clenched his fist.

He knew that starting today, his life might change completely.

Night fell.

The neon lights of Saint Ludo were like a spilled paint palette, rendering the sky in vibrant colors.

A black Bentley stopped in front of the 'Messiah' restaurant.

It was one of Saint Ludo's most exclusive private restaurants, operating on a membership basis; it was rumored that even a Senator from the United States might not be able to secure a reservation.

Shen Yan stepped out of the car, and a waiter immediately greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Hossen is waiting for you in the 'Starlight Hall.'"

Shen Yan gave a slight nod and followed the waiter through a long corridor decorated with countless crystals.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, a circular room composed entirely of glass appeared before his eyes.

Beneath his feet was the bustling night view of the city.

Above his head was the vast starry sky.

A young man in a bespoke suit, his blond hair meticulously combed, was pacing back and forth by the window, looking somewhat anxious.

Hearing the door open, he turned sharply.

The moment he saw Shen Yan, the sharp, cold demeanor belonging to a Wall Street elite instantly melted away from his face.

In its place was an excitement and dependence akin to a child seeing a parent.

"Mr. Shen!"

Kevin Hossen walked forward quickly, extending his hand excitedly, but then felt a handshake was insufficient to express his emotion, finally standing there somewhat awkwardly.

"You're finally here."

His voice carried a hint of grievance.

"I've been waiting for you for almost half a year."

Shen Yan looked at him.

A few months ago, Kevin was an outcast marginalized by his family, potentially losing his right of inheritance at any moment.

Now, he could reserve the 'Starlight Hall' at 'Messiah' in the posture of a master.

"Sit down."

Shen Yan's tone was indifferent as he walked toward the dining table.

Kevin immediately pulled out a chair, acting like an eager attendant.

"I had them prepare the black truffle steak you mentioned last time, and the '92 Romanée-Conti.'"

Kevin skillfully ordered the meal, a triumphant smile on his face.

"And, after you left, I did as you told me."

He seemed unable to wait a moment longer, lowering his voice, and began reporting his achievements.

"My uncle, Roger, that old fox, has always controlled the Hossen Capital's business in Asia, impenetrable and unyielding."

"The materials you gave me mentioned his private dealings with a Switzerland Bank manager."

"I didn't expose him directly."

Kevin's eyes flashed with excitement.

"I found a reporter and anonymously gave him a few leads, letting him dig."

"When the newspaper's editor-in-chief dared not publish it, I acquired that newspaper."

"The day the news broke, the entire European financial circle exploded."

"Roger flew back to New York overnight and roared at me during the Board of Directors meeting, saying I betrayed the family."