Chapter 344: The Goal Isn't Yihe, It's the Pyramid's Tip!

The cabin door of the private business jet slowly opened.

A cold draft mixed with the Thames River's damp vapor, a faint coal‑smoke scent, and the distant, muffled toll of city bells instantly filled the cabin, making Lu Qingjun, who had just become accustomed to Hong Kong Island's mild climate, shiver.

He leaned on the window and looked outside, his heart suddenly tightening.

On the tarmac, a black motorcade that could drive any gossip tabloid reporter crazy waited silently like a coiled beast.

Leading the procession were two brand‑new Rolls‑Royce Phantoms; under London's gloomy sky their pure black paint reflected a metallic, icy sheen, exuding an unassailable authority. Behind them followed a line of Bentleys and Land Rovers, dozens in total, forming a black steel torrent that turned the private tarmac's aura into something akin to a Royal Guard parade.

At the front of the convoy, Ye Ning in a black trench coat stood side by side with Li Zhi'an dressed alike, and behind them were a dozen burly white bodyguards in matching suits, sunglasses and communication headsets.

That aura of lethal professionalism caused the airport staff nearby to keep their distance, unwilling to approach.

"Brother… is this… arranged by Sister Ye Ning? This spectacle is scarier than the Governor's procession!" Lu Qingjun's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his voice, his words trembling with shock.

Lu Qingshan said nothing, merely adjusting the collar of his coat before stepping down the ladder.

"Boss, welcome to London."

Ye Ning hurried forward; her face remained expressionless, yet her beautiful eyes flashed with a light that recognized the core.

Li Zhi'an also bowed, "Boss."

Lu Qingshan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the impressive convoy; his face showed no ripple, as if all of this were entirely expected.

"Well done. First, go to the fund office; I need to rest a moment."

"Yes." Ye Ning replied immediately, turning to make arrangements.

"Wait a moment." Lu Qingshan called her back.

His eyes did not turn to Li Zhi'an right away; instead they lingered toward the London cityscape, the gray sky reflected in his deep eyes as if conducting a silent, incomprehensible simulation. Yihe? Tai Gu? Just pawns on a board. To overturn the whole board, one must first visit the rule‑maker.

Only then did his gaze drift slowly, finally landing on Li Zhi'an.

In that instant, the howling cold wind on the tarmac seemed to freeze, every eye fixed on Lu Qingshan as they awaited his first command in this heart of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Lu Qingjun grew so nervous his palms sweated; he guessed his brother's next move would be a direct strike on the Yellow Dragon, a warning to that Yihe's Henry Kessler!

However, Lu Qingshan's next words fell like an invisible hammer, crushing the heavens of everyone present.

"Li Zhi'an."

"Here!"

"You, now, go personally to Wodesi Deng Manor in Buckinghamshire."

Lu Qingshan's voice was calm; after a pause each syllable rang clear and heavy, as if announcing a new era. "Deliver a message for me to Lord Jacob Rothschild."

He paused briefly, giving everyone a moment to digest the thunder, then continued, "Tell him that Lu Qingshan from the East wishes to have tea with him."

Boom!

The sentence detonated a nuclear bomb in Lu Qingjun's mind!

He went blank, as if struck by a bolt of heaven, standing dumb, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist, his brain a void.

"W‑what? Rothschild?! Tea?! Brother, have you burned out your brain?!"

"Isn't that a name that exists only in legends and finance textbooks? It's the shadow family that truly sits at the pyramid's tip, pulling the world's economic lifeblood!"

"I thought coming to London was entering a dragon's den, but my brother is going straight to the Dragon Prince for tea, and on equal terms?!"

Not only him; even the usually composed Ye Ning showed a crack on her ice‑cold face, her fingers gripping the notebook tightening involuntarily, knuckles whitening.

And Li Zhi'an, now singled out, seemed as if struck by a petrifying spell; his whole body froze. He felt his blood not stop flowing but instantly solidify into icy shards! A chill from the soles of his feet surged straight to his crown. As a veteran financier, he knew all too well the terrifying weight behind the surname 'Rothschild.'

It isn't just a family; it's a symbol, the founder of the modern financial system, the true deity of Western capital.

Meeting Jacob Rothschild? That's a hundred‑times more absurd than requesting an audience with Her Majesty the Queen at Buckingham Palace!

He stared at Lu Qingshan's unflinching eyes and suddenly felt he was facing not a man but a bottomless black hole, where any logic would be mercilessly devoured.

After a brief daze, a massive, indescribable shiver mixed with fervent excitement surged through Li Zhi'an's entire body!

He bent forward sharply, his voice tightening from the extreme shock.

"Yes, boss! I'll handle it immediately!"

He said so and, without a word more, turned onto a Bentley that roared, streaking away like a flash of lightning, as if a second later it would have desecrated the divine decree.

"Brother… are you… serious?" Lu Qingjun finally found his voice, stammering, feeling his worldview being ground repeatedly under his brother's foot.

Lu Qingshan gave no answer, only casting a faint glance toward the direction where Li Zhi'an vanished, then turned and slipped into the leading Rolls‑Royce Phantom.

"Let's go, I'm tired."

The heavy door closed, sealing Lu Qingjun inside from the outside world.

He watched the man beside him close his eyes as if he had only ordered someone to buy a newspaper; the air in the cabin grew thin, pressing on his lungs. He finally understood. His brother hadn't come to London to play business wars with opponents like Yihe or Tai Gu. Those English‑capital giants who once seemed invincible to him now held no standing as opponents on his brother's board.

What he intended to meet was the true deity of this financial jungle.

He wasn't there to declare war; he was there to sit equal with a god and negotiate a deal that could reshape the world order.