Blue-blooded noble children

However, these people were, after all, heirs meticulously cultivated by wealthy families. Although they lacked social experience, their ability to handle situations was definitely much stronger than that of ordinary people.

"Alright, maybe you're right. Let's be open and honest.

My name is Reynoldson Rockefeller, from the Rockefeller Family. My family mainly deals in the oil business."

Renoson was the first to speak, appearing exceptionally proud when mentioning the family he was born into, but the surname Rockefeller was indeed incredibly powerful.

Following the completion of Renoson's self-introduction, the others also began to introduce their backgrounds.

Devik, the handsome guy Mars had previously introduced as being from a family in the finance industry, actually turned out to be from the famous Morgan Family.

Sanchez Roosevelt, whose family mainly operates in real estate, transportation, entertainment, and media, had produced two presidents of the USA.

Especially Franklin Roosevelt, also known as FDR, who served four consecutive terms as President of the United States and was known as the sternest father to American capitalists.

Rodriguez Delano—this family once made its fortune through the opium trade and now mainly operates in real estate and finance. President Franklin Roosevelt's mother was from the Delano Family.

Druno Astor—the Astor Family is regarded as among the first American nobility, true blue bloods.

The Astor Family early on accumulated wealth rapidly through the fur trade and real estate, and controlled a vast amount of land in New York, once being called 'The Landlords of New York'.

Landmarks such as the Waldorf Astoria Hotel and Astor Place in New York are named after the family, which holds immense influence on the East Coast.

The backgrounds of the others were no less impressive: the Vanderbilt Family, which once monopolized American railroad operations; the arms giant DuPont Family; and the energy and chemical giant Koch Family.

These were all illustrious American blue bloods. It was only after World War II that they began to gradually retreat behind the scenes, leading to fewer people knowing about them, but the power of these families was beyond doubt.

Even Mars, who had invited Wang Xiuyuan tonight, had a significant background. It was only after Mars re-introduced himself that Wang Xiuyuan realized Mars was actually a surname.

This family's sugar business was absurdly large; they were a world-renowned confectionery giant. Famous brands like M&M's, Snickers, and Dove chocolate belonged to the Mars Family.

After listening to the self-introductions of these super Second-generation rich scions, the corners of Wang Xiuyuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

It wasn't that Wang Xiuyuan lacked worldly knowledge or had poor psychological resilience, but rather that these people's backgrounds were a bit too grand.

Before asking them to confess their identities, Wang Xiuyuan had already highly overestimated their backgrounds, but who knew his expectations would still fall far short.

In any case, Wang Xiuyuan was completely dumbfounded right now.

Wang Xiuyuan had a bit of a headache; he didn't know whether he should be happy or worried.

Why had he spent more than half a year soaking in various New York nightclubs to befriend a bunch of Second-generation rich kids?

Wasn't it precisely to expand his personal network!

He had only made a large sum of money by speculating in gold futures. If a person only has money, then he is just a simple wealthy person, but his social status and influence might not necessarily be that high.

Take Ma Huateng for example. When he went to Beijing for meetings, a large group of entrepreneurs sat in rows; Ren Zhengfei of the 'Chrysanthemum Factory' (Huawei), Zhong Shanshan of Nongfu Spring, and Wang Chuanfu of BYD—all of these people sat in front of Ma Huateng.

Was it because the Penguin Factory's reputation wasn't as loud as their companies? Or was Ma Huateng's net worth lower than theirs?

Neither. It was because these people's companies all had physical industries, employed many more people than the Penguin Factory, and had a much greater impact on and contribution to society.

This was the reason Wang Xiuyuan worked hard to befriend various Second-generation rich kids. He couldn't simply make money through financial channels; he would definitely invest in physical industries, employ a large number of people, and even try to gain a voice in a certain industry.

Otherwise, he could forget about gaining a firm foothold in the top tier of America.

When he controlled the voice of a certain industry, who would dare to ignore his influence?

When his company had tens of thousands of employees, or even hundreds of thousands, who would dare to easily touch him?

Behind those hundreds of thousands of employees were hundreds of thousands of families, and those families meant hundreds of thousands of votes.

Add in the relatives and friends those employees could indirectly influence, and that's nearly a million votes. Who would dare to easily offend Wang Xiuyuan?

It seemed now that Wang Xiuyuan's plan was being executed very well, and far beyond his expectations. Even scions from the Morgan, Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, and Roosevelt families had come knocking on his door.

"Alright, what instructions do you super-rich scions have for me? If there's something, just say it," Wang Xiuyuan said helplessly.

"Hey, hey, hey, what about the honesty we agreed on? What happened to being open and honest? We've all re-introduced our backgrounds, what about you?

We've arranged for people to investigate your information, but the results haven't reached us yet. Why don't you just confess yourself?"

Reynoldson Rockefeller was the first to speak up in retort; he seemed very interested in Wang Xiuyuan's background.

Wang Xiuyuan glanced at the others; they were all looking at him with curious faces.

"Where should I start... I don't know how to introduce my family background because I am just an illegitimate son, an unrecognized illegitimate son.

My half-brother first hired someone to give me a severe beating, then directly threw ten million dollars in cash at me, demanding I renounce my inheritance rights. From start to finish, that cheap old man of mine never showed up.

So I should probably be considered an orphan with no father or mother now. That's also why I've been hanging around various nightclubs in New York."

Everyone looked at Wang Xiuyuan with disbelief. Wang Xiuyuan naturally noticed this and quickly added:

"Everything I said is true. You can check all of this, including my hospitalization records and the deposit record of that ten million dollars.

Let's keep talking. Why did you guys bring me here without even knowing my background? Is it because you hope I, the Nightclub Little Prince, will lead you to have some fun?"

Wang Xiuyuan made a lukewarm, unfunny joke. He had already roughly guessed why these people were looking for him, but he was just unwilling to admit it in his heart.

"Hey brother, do you think we don't know how to play or something? We've been hanging out in nightclubs longer than you.

It was just a chance occurrence that we heard about your affairs, and out of curiosity, we invited you over to get to know you."