Chapter 3381: Why don't you guys try transforming?

When those private islands in the US and those rappers' parties went viral worldwide, almost all celebrities became subjects of suspicion among the American public.

Naturally, this included the Rothschild family.

However, the Rothschild family never responds to such gossip, so people can only speculate.

Hank naturally didn't want to cause trouble for himself, and incidentally wanted to save face for Steve, so he could only smile and say: "Mr. Rothschild, please don't be angry with us. We're just a bunch of unambitious layabouts who've already given up, and compared to you, Mr. Rothschild, we're utterly insignificant..."

Steve said disdainfully: "I advise you to stop talking nonsense. If you still want to go to Tianxiang Mansion tonight, first pay for two days' meals—twenty million per person. Whoever comes pays, and I'll have someone give you a payment account. Just transfer the money over. As for how your talk with Mr. Ye went at the dinner table today—that's your business; I won't interfere."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Hank immediately agreed. To be honest, if he had to fork out a billion USD right now, he'd certainly be unwilling, but paying twenty million first to test the waters was something he could consider.

After hanging up with profuse thanks and apologies, Hank immediately put on a grim face and cursed: "I really can't understand why the Rothschild heir would get involved with a Chinese person, and even set up some 'justice fund'—is he sick or something?"

Angelo asked him: "So what now?"

Hank said: "Everyone first pay the twenty million, then tonight at the dinner table we'll see what the Ye surname says. He just wants money, right? If he can get us back to normal, giving him a bit more is no problem."

One person spoke up: "The Ye surname keeps telling us not to be too perverted—this control is a bit too broad, isn't it?"

Hank waved his hand: "Don't think too much for now. We'll talk after we meet tonight."

……

By noon, each of these people had transferred twenty million USD to Master Master Hong Wu's account.

According to Ye Chen's plan, this money was for Master Master Hong Wu, to be used to develop his Tianxiang Mansion.

Once the money arrived, it meant these people would still have to come to Tianxiang Mansion for dinner tonight.

So Ye Chen called Tawana, smiling and saying: "Tawana, after tonight's performance ends, remember to come to Tianxiang Mansion—those people yesterday still want to celebrate your success."

Tawana didn't know what exactly had happened to those people yesterday, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Ye, weren't those people unwilling to accept your suggestion yesterday? Why are they going again today?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said: "You'll find out when you go tonight."

Tawana then said: "Mr. Ye, Trevor is leaving tonight, so he might not be able to come to Tianxiang Mansion for the dinner."

"Fine." Ye Chen didn't care—whether Trevor went or not had no impact on tonight's dinner.

In the afternoon, Xiao Churan, who had watched yesterday's concert and was still unsatisfied, squeezed out time to come again to the performance venue.

She knew Ye Chen would be at the venue these days, so she wanted to come and watch the performance with her husband, then go home together afterward—this feeling was also quite nice.

Today's concert was the same as yesterday's—still a full house. With yesterday's hands-on experience, today all staff coordinated more smoothly, the venue ran orderly, and the performance effect remained exceptionally high.

After the concert ended, Ye Chen escorted Xiao Churan home before going to Tianxiang Mansion himself.

Xiao Churan didn't think much of it—in her view, her husband now counted as part of Tawana's team, so having dinner together after the performance to review work might also be quite necessary.

When Ye Chen arrived at Tianxiang Mansion, Tawana was already there.

Those dozen or so people had all arrived as well. Each, upon seeing Ye Chen, felt as if sitting on pins and needles.

Ye Chen noticed their grim expressions and curiously asked: "What's wrong with you all? You don't seem as radiant as last night."

Hank, as spokesperson, got straight to the point: "Mr. Ye, I don't know what you did to us, but last night we all without exception became impotent. Did you poison us?"

"Poison?" Ye Chen smiled: "Colorless, odorless, painless, yet able to make you lose your male function—have you ever seen such a miraculous poison?"

Hank frowned and asked: "So you mean you're not admitting it?"

"No no no." Ye Chen waved his hand, smiling calmly: "You losing function is indeed my doing, but my method isn't poisoning—it's far more profound than that. As long as I don't reluctantly show mercy, each of you—one counts as one—will never again experience what it feels like to be a man in this lifetime."

Hank was both anxious and angry, questioning him: "Mr. Ye, isn't this a bit excessive? We think we've offended you from head to toe, so why are you targeting us like this?"

Ye Chen said openly: "Because I find you unpleasant to look at, just as you like to toy with young girls—I like to toy with scum like you. Got a problem?"

"You..." Hank couldn't have imagined Ye Chen would be so blunt.

He knew arguing head-on was pointless, so he asked: "Mr. Ye, let's speak plainly—just tell us how much money you want, and we'll pay it, okay?"

Ye Chen countered: "Didn't I say that yesterday? Is your memory bad or your ears faulty?"

"One hundred million USD?!" Hank gritted his teeth: "If you just wanted 100 million, we'd grit our teeth and pay it for the sake of your and Mr. Rothschild's face. But you want this money to set up a fund to target us—how could we possibly agree?"

Ye Chen smiled: "You got it wrong. 100 million was yesterday's price. Today it's 1 billion. If you can come up with it, you can continue being men; if not, forget about ever being men again in this lifetime."

Saying this, Ye Chen sighed: "Actually, I don't mind you spending all this money unnecessarily. You lot have spent your lives playing with others—you've surely had enough by now. Why not take this chance to just lie flat? Let others play with you for a change—wouldn't that be nice too? That way you'd even save a billion."

Hank stared wide-eyed and blurted: "Mr. Ye, we're perverts, but we're not gay!"

Ye Chen shrugged, spread his hands, and said innocently: "Well then, I can't help it—why don't you try transforming? How would you know unless you try?"

As he spoke, Ye Chen looked at Steve and smiled: "Steve, these people aren't all fond of going to an island to play, right? How about this: you help them get an island, then find a bunch of tough guys who like to play with their type to go up there—no need for them to spend a cent, and they'll get to taste what it's like to be played with."

The crowd had already turned deathly pale from fright.

Hank swallowed and protested: "You... you can't do this!"

Ye Chen smiled: "Don't worry—I still have ways to make you willingly love being played with. If you don't believe me, you can try it."