102: Central Park Tower

The "Eye of God" real-time monitoring system.

The image clarity was outrageously high.

Jiang Yuan tapped casually on a block in Manhattan, and the image zoomed in instantly, clear enough to see an ant crawling on the grass in Central Park.

After activating perspective mode, the exterior walls of the buildings instantly faded, making the thermal imaging of the people inside clearly visible, even allowing him to read their heart rates.

This was absolute control.

Looking at this equipment, which would be enough to keep the defense ministers of the P5 nations awake at night, Jiang Yuan felt no ripples of emotion in his heart.

He possessed nuclear-powered war machines, firepower of a destructive level, and even a third-tier superhuman body that couldn't be killed by a nuclear bomb.

But he had no desire to be some world hegemon.

That was too tiring, and not as interesting as going to the beach to bask in the sun.

As long as no one was foolish enough to provoke him, he was just an ordinary Divine Magnate who only wanted to travel and spend money.

Of course, if there really were someone who didn't know better...

He wouldn't mind letting them witness what the "Sixth Permanent Member" of the Security Council was truly worth.

"Whew..."

Turning off the holographic screen, Jiang Yuan took the elevator back to the ground.

When he reappeared in the manor's dining room, a kind smile was already on his face.

That smile was one of genuine ease.

Ninety-nine percent of the troubles in this world ultimately boil down to a lack of money or power.

And now, he stood at the zenith of both.

Without the pressure of survival, without anxiety about the future.

What remained was naturally only pure happiness.

"William."

Jiang Yuan sat at the head of the long table, which was large enough to host a state banquet, and picked up a napkin to gently wipe his hands.

"Serve the food."

Soon, two teams of attendants pushed dining carts in one after another.

Although he was in New York and possessed the world's top team of Western chefs, Jiang Yuan's Chinese palate couldn't be changed.

Therefore, the scene on the dining table was quite peculiar.

On the left were authentic French escargot, black truffle soup, and perfectly seared A5 Wagyu beef.

On the right were steaming hot Sichuan-style poached spotted grouper, typhoon shelter fried lobster, and even a plate of stir-fried sweet potato leaves.

The three-star Michelin chef stood to the side, watching his boss ignore the French consommé that had taken three days to prepare, and instead pick up a piece of fish coated in red chili oil and put it into his mouth.

"Hmm, the taste is good."

Jiang Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

"Make the fish a bit spicier next time; the current taste is a little too bland."

The chef nodded quickly to make a note of it, secretly vowing to go to Chinatown tomorrow to get the spiciest bird's eye chilies.

This meal was very satisfying.

It had both the exquisite presentation of Western cuisine and the comforting 'wok hei' of Chinese food.

After eating and drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth.

"Is the car ready?"

"Yes, sir, it is already parked at the main building's entrance."

William bowed and replied, "As you instructed, it is that one."

Jiang Yuan stood up, straightened his casual suit, and strode out of the main building.

In New York under the cover of night, the air carried a hint of seawater's dampness and the restlessness unique to the metropolis.

And under the lights of the fountain plaza, a pitch-black monster was quietly crouching there.

Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

Translated, it means: The Voice of the Black Night.

Limited to only one unit worldwide, it cost as much as 190 million RMB.

It wasn't the kind of ostentatious showing off, but a black that was deep to the extreme.

The full carbon fiber body refracted light like obsidian, and the streamlined body looked like a work of art from the future.

Six exhaust pipes were neatly arranged at the rear, signaling the terrifying power contained within this monster.

"Vroom—"

Jiang Yuan sat in the driver's seat and pressed the start button.

The W16 engine was awakened.

That sound wasn't the "explosive" noise of ordinary sports cars, but a deep, powerful roar like muffled thunder, vibrating so hard that one's heart resonated with it.

With a press of the gas pedal, the beast was unleashed.

After leaving the private road in Long Island, the car merged onto the highway toward Manhattan.

Along the way, Jiang Yuan truly experienced what it meant to "part the Red Sea like Moses."

New York drivers were notoriously aggressive, using their horns more often than their brakes.

But tonight, as soon as this black phantom appeared in their rearview mirrors, the cars in front acted as if they had seen a ghost, obediently signaling to change lanes and clearing the fast lane completely.

Once entering downtown Manhattan, this sensational effect reached its peak.

There was no shortage of luxury cars here.

Ferraris and Lamborghinis were just grocery-getters here.

But when Jiang Yuan's La Voiture Noire stopped at a traffic light.

The surroundings instantly went quiet.

In the left lane sat a yellow Ferrari 488, whose owner was a young man with red-dyed hair who had been revving his engine, trying to show off on the street.

But when he turned his head and saw the big black beast next to him.

The young man froze for three seconds, then silently rolled up his window, not even daring to touch the gas pedal.

This was basically driving a few villas out on the road!

The pedestrians on the sidewalk were even more dramatic.

Those New Yorkers who had originally been in a hurry all stopped in their tracks, pulling out their phones to take pictures frantically.

"My God! Isn't this car in a museum? How is someone driving it on the road?"

Even a few black guys doing street photography chased the rear of the car for dozens of meters, running and shouting, as excited as if they had seen God.

Jiang Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand, looking through the dark windows at the expressions of awe, envy, and even jealousy outside.

This was the taste of money.

This was the sense of conquest brought by the pinnacle of industrial crystallization.

I have to say, it felt really good.

The green light turned on.

Jiang Yuan tapped the gas pedal lightly, the W16 engine let out a low growl, and the car body shot forward instantly, leaving the pedestrians with only the afterimages of six red taillights.

Twenty minutes later.

The vehicle slowly stopped at 225 West 57th Street.

Central Park Tower.

The world's tallest residential building, piercing straight into the clouds.

The doormen here had long been notified. A total of six people trotted over to open the car door, and one even knelt on the ground to wipe the dust from under the car door, fearing it might dirty the distinguished guest's soles.

"Welcome home, Mr. Jiang."

The lobby manager personally pressed the elevator button.

The exclusive high-speed elevator, accompanied by a slight ringing in the ears, headed straight for the clouds.

Ding.

The elevator door opened.

This was the 129th floor.

The system had rewarded him with three entire independent top-floor duplex luxury mansions.

One on the 129th floor, one on the 130th, and one on the 131st.

Each unit had an area of over 800 square meters, featuring an independent sky terrace, an infinity pool, and a private cinema.

Jiang Yuan walked into the unit on the 131st floor.

The huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows were a full eight meters high.

Standing in front of the window, the entirety of New York was beneath his feet.

The visual impact was unparalleled.

The huge rectangular area below was Central Park.

And all around were countless flickering neon lights, the spire of the Empire State Building, and the flowing ribbons of light on the Hudson River.

Jiang Yuan took a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet and poured a glass.

He did not turn on the lights.

Because the bustling city outside the window was the best lighting.

He held three access cards in his hand, tossing them onto the table with a crisp sound.

These three properties.

One for himself to live in.

One to store miscellaneous items.

As for the remaining one... he hadn't decided yet, just leave it empty to collect dust.

Such is the boredom of the rich.