Chapter 3690

Steve Rothschild, who had long since joined the ranks of old-timers, personally said that a young man in his twenties was his sworn brother across generations—this offhand remark carried such weight that Robert and Rachel were left speechless.

Robert knew better than anyone just how much weight Steve, now the legal heir, truly carried—his entire family combined couldn't match the weight of a single sentence from Steve. What extraordinary ability did this young man named Andy Chen possess?

Since his surname is Chen, it's basically certain that this Asian young man before us is Chinese. The richest Chinese tycoon is worth at most a few hundred billion dollars, possibly not even breaking a trillion, while the Rothschild family's wealth empire exceeds trillions—this gap can be described as heaven and earth.

Ye Chen, meanwhile, was quite magnanimous, walking straight up to Robert and extending his hand with a smile: "Robert, right? I heard Steve mention you—heard you're quite famous at Stanford?"

Ye Chen's casual remark again left Robert stunned.

This was because he dared to address Steve Rothschild by name directly!

Never mind that the latter is the second-in-command of the Rothschild family—just considering the age gap, a young man shouldn't so casually call an old man by his name, should he?

Translating this to China, it's like a twenty-year-old naturally calling a sixty-year-old man Changhai, Shengshu, or Dayou—frankly speaking, that's already a bit rude.

But Ye Chen didn't care about any of that.

Not directly calling Steve an old coot was already giving him face, and Steve himself felt no offense—on the contrary, he felt Ye Chen's direct use of his name showed a certain closeness. From his perspective, Ye Chen was no longer just a sworn brother across generations; he was a sworn father. The more polite Ye Chen was, the more Steve felt an unbearable itch all over.

Seeing Robert stunned and frozen, Steve immediately stepped forward and sternly urged: "Robert, Andy is shaking your hand—you standing there like this is really impolite!"

This sentence left Robert's legs weak. He no longer dared to guess Ye Chen's background, so he quickly reached out with both hands to shake Ye Chen's single hand, nervously and sheepishly saying: "Sorry, Mr. Chen—I just spaced out, maybe today's training wore me out. I hope you won't hold it against me."

Ye Chen accepted Robert's apology calmly, smiling: "No problem—we're both young people, no need to be so formal."

After saying that, Ye Chen turned to Rachel Getti, who had been standing there dazed beside him, and asked with a smile: "What do you call your girlfriend?"

Robert quickly interjected: "Mr. Chen, let me introduce you—this is my girlfriend Rachel Getti, a descendant of the Miami Getti family."

Rachel also had no idea what background this young genius before her had, only feeling that in this private room, he seemed to be the most important person. So she quickly reached out with both hands, slightly bowing her body, and said to Ye Chen: "Hello, Mr. Chen—nice to meet you!"

Ye Chen knew Rachel must have Chinese heritage, but he teased her deliberately: "Miss Getti, you're being too polite—I sense you might have Asian blood. Are you Japanese?"

"No, no!" Rachel quickly waved her hands, blurting: "My grandmother is 100% Chinese, my grandfather is half Chinese—strictly speaking, I still have 37.5% Chinese blood in my generation. But since I look more like my mother, my Chinese heritage appears more obvious."

Ye Chen feigned surprise with a laugh: "Oh my, so you're one-third compatriot—how wonderful!"

After saying that, Ye Chen turned to Steve, adopting a tone of a leader instructing a subordinate: "Steve, from now on, be sure to look after Miss Getti—treat it as a task."

Steve didn't hesitate, immediately saying respectfully: "Mr. Chen, rest assured—I will!"

Robert completely lost composure, his mouth hanging open so wide you could see his throat.

Rachel was also completely dumbfounded.

Ye Chen's casual display of weight grew heavier and heavier—at first it seemed Steve merely valued him highly, but now it was clear: it was respect, even some reverence and earnestness.

Ye Chen then introduced Lin Wanan to the two, smiling lightly: "This is my sister, Anna Chen. I'm interested in having her study at Stanford—if she comes, I'll have to trouble you two to look after her there."

Rachel quickly responded: "Mr. Chen, rest assured—if there's any problem at Stanford, Robert and I will do everything we can to help!"

Robert came to his senses and quickly reached out to Lin Wanan, saying respectfully: "Hello, Miss Chen!"

Ye Chen directly pushed his hand aside, saying lightly: "As long as the attitude is right, no need to shake hands."

Lin Wanan couldn't help but cover her mouth with her slender fingers and let out a quiet chuckle. Robert, though a bit embarrassed, thought: since even Steve Rothschild treats Ye Chen with such respect, I shouldn't be so thin-skinned.

Steve then smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, shall we sit down first and then eat while we talk?"

"Sure," Ye Chen smiled and nodded, adopting the air of a host as he lightly said to Robert and Rachel: "Come on, come on—sit down and let's eat while we talk."

Robert and Rachel exchanged a glance, then quickly nodded respectfully—but seeing Steve himself didn't dare sit first, they also stood honestly by the table, waiting for Ye Chen to sit down.

Ye Chen, while seating Lin Wanan, smiled and said to the three: "You don't need to be so stiff—come on, everyone sit."

Hearing this, Steve immediately chuckled and sat down beside Ye Chen, then turned to the still-standing Robert and Rachel: "You two don't just stand there—hurry up and sit."

Robert's mind was completely overwhelmed—he wasn't the type to overthink or have a quick mind, lacking strong political sense. Now he just felt dazed, so he acted overly cautious, losing all ability to judge or analyze.

Rachel, on the other hand, had been meticulously nurtured by her mother since childhood, her mind far more mature than most—but maturity has limits. For Robert, whose level is high school, this problem was beyond syllabus; for her, at college level, it was still beyond syllabus. Her mind flashed with countless guesses: maybe Ye Chen is a top-tier Chinese noble? But then she thought—that wouldn't make Steve so deferential. Even the U. S. president wouldn't dare boss Steve around like that. Maybe Ye Chen has some leverage over Steve? But no matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense. Didn't the Epstein scandal blow up big enough? Wouldn't that be the ultimate leverage? But in the end, besides that old man himself collapsing, no one else got implicated—and those people aren't afraid of leverage anyway. So what does Steve have to fear?

Rachel's mind wandered through wild guesses, but each one she shot down herself—this only made her more curious about Ye Chen's identity, even to the point of feeling anxious and restless.

After all five were seated, Steve handed Ye Chen an exquisite menu, saying respectfully: "Mr. Chen, what would you like to eat?"

Ye Chen didn't take the menu, but casually said: "It doesn't matter what we eat—go to the kitchen, check what ingredients are best and freshest today, and arrange it."

Robert suddenly felt as if his buttocks had been pricked by a needle—he felt Ye Chen was treating him like a lackey, calling him here and there. Even a grandfather gets this treatment—what right does a grandnephew have to sit? Isn't this inverting heaven and earth?

Steve, however, was natural, chuckling: "All right, Mr. Ye—I'll go check right away."

Steve knew Ye Chen's intention: to get Robert out of the room too. He was about to call Robert, but the nervous Robert had already stood up on his own, saying anxiously: "Steve, Grandpa… I… I'll come with you…"

Steve smiled indulgently and nodded, thinking: this kid has some awareness—my Rothschild heir is going to the kitchen to order food, and if a Rothschild junior still sat here calmly, his emotional intelligence would be basically useless.

So he said to Robert: "Then Robert, you come with me—Rachel, you stay behind to keep Mr. Chen and Miss Chen company. Mr. Chen said you're also compatriots, so you can chat more."

Rachel naturally welcomed this, quickly standing and saying respectfully: "All right, Mr. Rothschild."