To paint a cake for a master of empty promises?

If this had been when they first met, Renoson, Sanchez, and Devik would most likely have had their mental defenses shattered by Wang Xiuyuan's words; not everyone has the courage to admit defeat.

But now was different. Wang Xiuyuan had conquered these losers with his success and the courage to bet everything.

The Western world of Europe and America wears a cloak of civilization, constantly speaking of freedom, individuality, and the supremacy of human rights, but at its core, it worships the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak, following the pirate logic of 'the winner takes all.'

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Once these people realized that Wang Xiuyuan was indeed stronger than them, they were fully capable of quieting down and listening to what he had to say.

"What should we do? Can you help us?"

A quiet voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was Salmer, who came from the energy and chemical giant, the Koch Family. He was the type of person who spoke very little.

People like him who don't talk much usually don't speak up easily, but once they do, it's generally because they've already made up their minds.

"Help you? How do you want me to help? Why should I help you? What benefits do I get from helping you?"

"There are nine of you here; I don't have the ability to help all of you."

Hearing Salmer Koch's question, Wang Xiuyuan shook his head so fast it was like a high-speed propeller, firing off a triple volley of counter-questions.

Salmer had to be joking. Why on earth would he help these guys? There was no way he would do something that offered no benefit.

Even if there were benefits, he would have to weigh them carefully first!

"Your current success has fully proven your courage and ability. From our conversation just now, I have a feeling that your vision and planning skills far exceed ours."

"So, I hope you can help us plan our next steps, or even help us secure the first-in-line inheritance rights for our respective families."

"There aren't many people with the strength to help us, but the only one willing to help us right now might be you."

"You can directly state what you want in return, provided we can afford it."

Salmer's attitude was very sincere. If it were anything else, Wang Xiuyuan would naturally be happy to lend a hand; making friends with these people was not a losing deal at all.

But what was Salmer asking him to help with? Fighting for the family's first-in-line inheritance!

Since ancient times, power struggles have always been bloody and have always involved using any means necessary.

Even though he now had a net worth of over a billion dollars, in the eyes of these top American Old Money families, it really didn't amount to much.

If Wang Xiuyuan dared to meddle, those who held the advantage might find it inconvenient to move against their own siblings, but wouldn't it be very convenient to strike at an outsider like him?

In the early twentieth century, commercial competition between American companies was incredibly crude.

One moment they would be smiling while fighting a trade war, and the next, they'd arrange for the competitor's whole family to take a 'dirt nap,' using the method of physical elimination.

How could Wang Xiuyuan not be afraid?

He wasn't Anglo-Saxon. Following rules was something they only did for certain people; the prerequisite for making others follow rules was first having the ability to break them. Otherwise, who would bother playing fair with you?

Putting himself in their shoes, an outsider helping a rejected candidate challenge him again—even he wouldn't be able to tolerate such a thing.

"As for helping you fight for the first-in-line inheritance, I think I'll pass. Risking being killed to help you? I don't have that kind of courage, and I don't want to get involved in these matters."

"I have plenty of money now and plenty of time. Wouldn't it be better for me to just enjoy a good life?"

"Helping you seize power has low returns and high risks; it's not a good deal."

Wang Xiuyuan flatly refused without a second thought. Did they really take him for a fool?

What valuable things could these losers, who had been eliminated from their family's internal competition, possibly have left?

Nothing at all!

At most, they had some money, but was Wang Xiuyuan short of money now?

What he lacked least right now was money. If there was a problem he couldn't solve currently, it certainly wasn't a matter of money.

Salmer Koch was actually trying to play the 'empty promise' game with him. How could Wang Xiuyuan fall for it?

In his past life, when he was in real estate marketing, he had made countless empty promises—'drawing big pies'—for his sales team, clients, and bosses. It would be a miracle if a 'Grandmaster of Pie-Drawing' like him was fooled by a novice like Salmer.

Although Wang Xiuyuan refused Salmer's request, he still offered these people a small suggestion.

"Right now, you can't produce any chips that would move me. There are only two paths left for you."

"Either accept defeat and settle down as wealthy men of leisure, enjoying a beautiful yet empty life."

"When you go home, your families will all love you very much, and when you're short of cash, they'll give you money to spend. That kind of life is quite good, isn't it?"

Accept defeat and enjoy life? Wang Xiuyuan's words were like a violation of divine law, instantly inciting the group. They all began to vociferously reject the possibility.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could I, Sanchez Roosevelt, be a useless person who just waits around to die?"

"Exactly! I, Rodriguez Delano, will never allow myself to live a mediocre life."

"That's right! I, Reynoldson Rockefeller, must become a great figure who moves the world. How could I allow myself to live like a parasite?"

The luxurious private room suddenly became incredibly noisy. These guys were like dogs that had their tails stepped on—their barking was loud, but any discerning eye could see how little confidence they actually had.

The phrase 'fierce of face but faint of heart' was a perfect summary.

Wang Xiuyuan pressed his hands down to signal for silence and explained patiently:

"I was just kindly making a suggestion. Since you can't accept the first path, let me tell you about the second."

"Essentially, you are losers who were eliminated in the family's internal competition. The winners and those still in the running will receive the full cultivation and more resources from your families."

"You have no possibility of fighting your way back. The winners and those with the advantage won't give you the slightest chance."

"The moment you harbor any improper thoughts, those with the absolute advantage will not hesitate to crush those damn ideas in the cradle."

"If I were to help you, I would certainly face suppression and retaliation from those people. I definitely won't do such a thankless task."

"Right now, you can give me nothing but money, and the most crucial point is that you don't even have as much money as I do."

This speech seemed like a sincere suggestion, but in reality, it was a form of mental suppression on these Second-generation rich kids—the legendary PUA (Pick-Up Artist tactics).

Between the lines, it meant several things: You've already lost, you have no chance, you are losers, accept reality.

No one can help you now, and no one is willing to help you.

But I'm different. I'm a good person, I have the ability to help you, but I have my own difficulties.

Although you can't offer any chips to move me, a good person like me can provide you with a very good opportunity.

Wang Xiuyuan executed this smooth sequence of PUA tactics perfectly, even moving himself, and then he couldn't help but snap his fingers.

*Snap!*

"So, I think you might as well try a different way of thinking."

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