Chapter 3680

For Ye Chen and Lin Wanyer, Antarctica was indeed boring.

Even though they were deep inside this vast and magnificent underground city, in a world with no third person present, they still felt bored.

Ye Chen was not a Dao-obsessed fanatic either; otherwise, if it were someone else, finding a place with such abundant spiritual energy would make them unwilling to waste even a second, devoting all their energy to cultivation.

Since Lin Wanyer had already suggested wanting to visit America, Ye Chen naturally went along with her, and the two hardly delayed at all, going directly from the plaza to the fifth level of the Four Directions Treasure Pagoda.

Ye Chen took Lin Wanyer's hand and stepped to the Dui position at the exact west of the Eight Trigrams Formation; with a thought, when his vision returned, the two had already arrived in the Sierra Nevada Mountains of California, USA.

Emerging from the hidden chamber, the two found themselves in a valley near Mount Whitney, the highest peak in the contiguous United States, with national parks on both its east and west sides.

At this moment, it happened to be dawn in California; the eastern sky began to light up, gilding Mount Whitney in golden radiance, giving a sense of "sunlight on golden mountains," though due to the moderate altitude, it lacked the grandeur of seeing the same phenomenon in the Himalayas.

Lin Wanyer gazed at the mountain peak, her face lit with delighted emotion, and said: "I climbed this mountain long ago; I never expected to return to this old place after a hundred years."

Ye Chen smiled: "If Miss Lin is willing, we can retrace all the paths you once walked and revisit all the places you've been before we head to Antarctica for winter."

Lin Wanyer looked at Ye Chen in delighted surprise and exclaimed: "Young Master, you really mean it?"

Ye Chen nodded firmly, smiling: "Of course, the teleportation formations are extensive and convenient—wherever you wish to go, we can go."

Lin Wanyer said with a smile: "I've been to too many places, and there are too many I wish to revisit; it would be hard to finish them all in a short time, so I wouldn't want to trouble you to make a special trip just for me—just bring me along when you need to go out."

Ye Chen asked her: "You've been to Northern Europe, and now you're in America—how about next time I take you to the Alps?"

Lin Wanyer happily laughed and said: "Wonderful! I once lived there for a time, and I even miss it."

Ye Chen nodded slightly: "Then it's settled."

Since the two were deep in the mountains and going out would inevitably waste time, Ye Chen began calculating with the Rothschild family, for they were the local powerbrokers in America, their influence and connections in the US so strong that, as the old saying goes, they had things "covered"; arranging a helicopter pickup would surely not be a big problem.

So, Ye Chen immediately used the satellite phone to call Steve Rothschild.

Steve Rothschild had gone to Jin Ling early to ingratiate himself with Ye Chen and build a good relationship, and had been appointed head of the Rothschild family's Greater China region.

However, Ye Chen had not given him many opportunities to flatter or curry favor, and most of the time he was not in Jin Ling.

Suddenly receiving Ye Chen's call, Steve, who had just been half-asleep, instantly sprang to alertness.

He excitedly asked Ye Chen over the phone: "Mr. Ye, why are you calling me so early?"

"Early?" Ye Chen asked him: "Where are you? From your tone, you're not in Jin Ling, are you?"

Steve hurriedly said: "I'm in America; the family summoned me back for a meeting—I just arrived in New York the day before yesterday. Mr. Ye, if you need me for something, I can rush back immediately—now heading to the airport, I'll be in Jin Ling in twelve hours!"

Ye Chen laughed: "No need to go through all that trouble—I'm hiking near your Whitney Mountain right now, too lazy to walk, so send a helicopter to pick me up and take me to Stanford."

Steve exclaimed: "When did you come to America? Oh dear, why didn't you let me know in advance so I could fulfill my duty as host!"

Ye Chen casually replied: "Isn't this your chance? Hurry up and arrange it—I'll send you the GPS coordinates in a moment."

"No problem!" Steve quickly said: "I'll arrange the helicopter to pick you up right away, and I'll head to the airport immediately—I'll be able to reach Stanford by noon."

Ye Chen thought to say: Just have you arrange a helicopter—why are you running over here to do what the hell?

But after a moment's reflection, the Rothschild family were indeed the old local powerbrokers of America, and Steve, as the second-in-command, was certainly a well-connected figure; bringing Lin Wanyer to America was, strictly speaking, akin to illegal entry—though Ye Chen wasn't afraid of America's strongest law enforcement agency, ICE, lacking entry records and American documents would still cause trouble if anything came up; better to treat Steve like a fierce dog to lead the way.

Ye Chen did not actually look down on or belittle Steve—it was simply that, in his heart, Steve could truly serve a similar function and effect.

Coincidentally, Lin Wanyer's next stop was Harvard; at that time, they could simply take the Rothschild family's private jet there, and surely no one would check documents.

Thus Ye Chen said to Steve: "First arrange the helicopter; when you reach Stanford, contact me—I'll send you two ID photos shortly, and you have someone get me a legal American ID, which will also be convenient for my future use."

"These are all trivial matters!" Steve immediately said: "You've come to America—I'll naturally arrange everything; wherever you want to go next, as long as you don't dislike me, I can accompany you the whole way; if you don't need my company, I'll still make all the preparations so you won't encounter the slightest obstruction in America."

Ye Chen casually said: "Fine, we'll talk when we meet—I'll send you the GPS coordinates."

"Alright, Mr. Ye!"

Just as Ye Chen hung up, Steve did a carp leap and sprang straight up from bed.

His wife, who had been sleeping soundly, was startled awake, frowned, and asked: "You're getting up this early—what do you want to do?"

【38> Steve urgently said: "Go back to sleep—I have to go to California."

Steve couldn't wait any longer and said, "You keep sleeping, I'm going to California."

"Go to California?" his wife muttered suspiciously, then blurted: "I want to go too!"

"Go to hell!" Steve waved his hand dismissively: "I'm going to see my adoptive father—you tagging along would just be meddling."

His wife asked in surprise: "When did you suddenly acquire an adoptive father? I had no idea."

Steve said: "Whether I can someday become the clan head depends entirely on him."

Having said that, he put on his boxer shorts and walked out of the bedroom, heading straight to the wardrobe to change into a top-tier, handcrafted custom suit.

While changing clothes, his phone received the coordinate message Ye Chen had sent; he immediately forwarded the coordinates to his trusted aide in California, ordering him to dispatch the best and most comfortable helicopter to that coordinate to pick someone up, then he himself hurried out the door, took a helicopter to TEB Airport, which is less than twenty kilometers from Manhattan, an airport not open to the public but only to private aircraft—a dedicated private jet airport serving New York's top billionaires; he took a helicopter from Midtown Manhattan to TEB, then boarded the private jet, the whole process taking only about twenty minutes.

No wonder the Rothschild family are America's local powerbrokers—Ye Chen and Lin Wanyer had only waited on the spot for half an hour when a heavy-duty commercial helicopter came roaring in.