Chapter 108 Old Morgan

The Morning Shooting Range on the outskirts of New York is a high-end facility that has only served high-net-worth clients since the day it opened.

Although not many people come and go here, every single one of them is either wealthy or influential.

While target practice doesn't strictly require a top-tier environment, these moguls still prefer high-end ranges with fewer people for the sake of their own safety; it's simply more secure here.

After all, the probability of one tycoon suddenly going mad and gunning down another is nearly zero, but one can't say the same for such incidents at an ordinary shooting range.

For a man, the deafening roar of gunpowder exploding in a gun barrel can be compared to the moans of a beautiful player during a football match.

Just as men like to share and exchange stories of their football exploits, they also enjoy discussing shooting techniques and fine firearms.

Thus, a shooting range is also an excellent social platform, but today, Morning Shooting Range had been booked out by Wang Xiuyuan.

Because today, he had a very important meeting to hold here. The attendees were all renowned big shots, and he also had some very important things that needed this venue for a demonstration.

Due to the immense stature of the guests, Wang Xiuyuan arrived at the Morning Shooting Range early and took charge of welcoming them inside the main gate.

In truth, Wang Xiuyuan had struggled with whether or not he should go to the gate to greet these people. After all, the visitors were all white—different races, different bloodlines, and different cultural beliefs.

Furthermore, with his current net worth being so high, having to go and greet these people still felt a bit stifling and uncomfortable in his heart.

But logic told Wang Xiuyuan that this was something he had to do, and he had to do it well.

Currently, he did not have the qualifications to put on airs in front of these people, so the necessary respect had to be given in full.

Many people feel that acts like greeting leaders at the door are beneath them, always believing they possess an unyielding spirit and are unwilling to engage in the rigmarole of welcoming and sending off guests, viewing themselves as capable young people who can rise solely on merit.

In reality, most such people have mediocre abilities and are mostly as stupid as can be.

A leader might not necessarily remember everyone who went to greet them, but they will certainly remember who didn't go.

All leaders will verbally claim they don't care for formalism, but there has never been a leader who didn't secretly feel over the moon when surrounded by such grand formalities.

This included Wang Xiuyuan, who had once repeatedly claimed he didn't do formalism; his mouth said no, but his heart was already enjoying it to the max.

In fact, Wang Xiuyuan had realized this too late in his previous life. It was only when he had become a mid-level leader himself and his subordinates used these same tactics on him that he suddenly saw the light.

Later, when he was alone, he often couldn't help but curse loudly that his previous leaders were all hypocritical trash.

His performance and abilities were stronger than others, and the performance of the team he led was also better, yet when it came to promotions, it was always the person who was inferior to him in every way who got it. Why?

He used to be unable to figure it out, thinking the reasons the leaders gave were true.

Things like he was still too young and impetuous, or that others were older and he should let them have it this time, or that his current post needed him more and his team needed him, requiring him to make a sacrifice.

In reality, it was just that others were better at the private social niceties than he was. The leaders considered his competitors as 'their own people,' and that was all there was to it.

So, it was only natural that Wang Xiuyuan would secretly curse his former leaders after his awakening.

Were those former leaders of his wrong?

They were certainly wrong, but if one looked closely, they weren't really wrong either.

As long as the abilities of two people aren't worlds apart, provided their abilities are sufficient, which leader wouldn't prefer to use 'one of their own'—someone who actively approaches them and stays close?

Such a person might be a tiny bit less capable than Wang Xiuyuan, but because they proactively align themselves with the leader, they will show less resistance when receiving unreasonable tasks.

Whereas a subordinate with too independent a personality like Wang Xiuyuan might try to argue facts and logic when receiving an unreasonable task. It was expected that if they couldn't reach an agreement, he might talk back or even get into an argument.

In such a situation, it's obvious who should be chosen, right?

Wang Xiuyuan had actually lost right there, losing in places outside the battlefield.

Today, the same logic applied to Wang Xiuyuan standing at the gate to greet these people. America was not Chinese territory, after all. He didn't have enough strength to protect himself here, so he had to take the initiative to build good relations with these people.

Although these people might not necessarily accept Wang Xiuyuan sincerely, as long as they didn't reject him, it was a victory.

Just like his relationship with his leaders in his previous life, regardless of whether he was willing in his heart, he had to proactively move closer to the leader.

Even if he couldn't necessarily become a core member that the leader would go all out to cultivate, he at least had to stand within the leader's circle. That way, the benefits that should be his would at least remain his.

Several luxury cars stopped in front of the gate, and a young man and a white-haired elder stepped out.

Wang Xiuyuan did not walk out of the gate to greet them, remaining standing inside the gate waiting for the pair to enter.

“Hello, Mr. Morgan. I’m very glad you could come.”

The pair were Devik Morgan and his grandfather.

“Grandfather, let me introduce you. This is Wang Xiuyuan; I’ve mentioned him to you before.

A good brother whose ability and character are both extremely reliable.

Wang Xiuyuan, this is my grandfather, Alexander Pierpont Morgan, the Patriarch of the Morgan Family.”

Wang Xiuyuan naturally knew this information; the old man who could come with Devik Morgan could only be his grandfather.

However, that’s how social circles work. Even if you know who the other person is, there must be a very formal mutual introduction; it’s a necessary process.

It can be the two parties introducing themselves to get acquainted, or a third party formally introducing them. This process must happen.

The process of both sides introducing themselves and exchanging titles is actually a signal of mutual recognition. One must inform the other of their full name and status.

For example, Devik Morgan’s grandfather is named Alexander Pierpont Morgan, and his status is the Patriarch of the Morgan Family.

But if, during the process of getting to know Wang Xiuyuan, he introduced himself as Alexander Morgan, omitting the middle name Pierpont or failing to mention his status as Patriarch, then he clearly wouldn't be taking Wang Xiuyuan seriously.

Thus, the process of getting to know each other clearly reveals one person's attitude toward the other.

Old Morgan reached out and shook hands with Wang Xiuyuan:

“Hello, young man. Devik speaks very highly of you. He has progressed very quickly with your help, and I am very gratified.

Thank you for the help you've given him during this time. You can call me Old Morgan or just Morgan.”

“Alright, Mr. Morgan. Thank you for your appreciation.

Devik and I are very good friends; it’s only natural for us to help each other. This cake is too big for me to eat alone. Rather than letting outsiders benefit, I’d rather pull my friends in to share it.

At least I don’t have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back, right?”

Facing Old Morgan’s praise, Wang Xiuyuan was not humble and accepted the compliment graciously.

But he also didn't accept credit that didn't belong to him. Just as he said, the cake was too big for Wang Xiuyuan to finish alone.