"Ah! Feeling refreshed!" Fang Jueyu stretched lazily toward the glaring sunlight. He wondered if it had something to do with how comfortable he was yesterday, as he had slept in until nine o''clock before waking up.


    "Knock, knock, knock!" A series of knocks came from the door.


    "Who is it?" Fang Jueyu was still a bit groggy.


    "Young Master, it''s me, Mr. President and his entourage have arrived and are seated in the living room. Would you like to meet them first?" Maeda Ai''s voice came from outside the door.


    Originally, she didn''t want to disturb Fang Jueyu, but Kazama Suke and Yuan Huiguo had been waiting outside for over an hour, and she was afraid they might leave in a huff, so she reluctantly decided to wake Fang Jueyu up.


    "It''s first thing in the morning, and it''s like they''re rushing me to the grave!" Fang Jueyu''s face darkened. Did the president of this Eastern neighbor not have anything better to do? "Let him wait a bit longer, I''m going back to sleep!"


    Fang Jueyu had already made up his mind yesterday; he couldn''t let them see him so easily. If they couldn''t wait because they had a bad temper, so be it. In a couple of days, he would take the land deeds and government bonds to the presidential palace. If they didn''t return his money, he''d camp out at their door.


    If it ended up in the media, they''d be the ones embarrassed, not him—he was just a creditor, after all.


    "Pfft!" Maeda Ai covered her mouth and laughed. She couldn''t believe how cheeky Fang Jueyu was. One was a president, the other a finance minister, and he left them waiting in the living room while he went back to sleep. This was something only Fang Jueyu could pull off.


    ...


    "Mr. Yuan, what''s the deal with this young master? Didn''t Maedano only have a daughter? How come there''s suddenly a young master now?" Kazama Suke and Yuan Huiguo sat in the living room, both looking as nervous as could be.


    "Mr. President, I don''t know either. I''ve never heard of the Maeda family having a young master," Yuan Huiguo said with a bitter smile.


    They had driven out to the Maeda family early in the morning. The matter felt like a thorn in their hearts, and they couldn''t rest easy until it was resolved. They originally thought that by having a good discussion with the Maeda family or by making some concessions and providing some benefits, the issue might just be smoothed over.


    But unexpectedly, Maeda had told them that he had no say in the matter; not even Maeda Gingawa could decide on it. It was all arranged by their young master. If they wanted to negotiate, they''d have to talk to him.


    But it was strange; even if he were the Maeda family''s young master, he should be Maedano''s son or a nephew, right?


    But as far as they knew, Maedano only had a daughter and a son under two years old. This so-called young master couldn''t possibly be his child—whoever heard of a two-year-old making such decisions?


    As for Maedano''s siblings, they both had daughters, so among the next generation of the Maeda family''s males, there was only Maedano''s not-yet-two-year-old son.


    More strangely, the term "young master" was usually a respectful title used by house servants to address their master. It might be normal for a family''s house servants to call someone young master, but even Maeda Gingawa used the term, leaving this person''s identity a mystery.


    They had already been waiting here for a full hour, but just as Fang Jueyu had predicted, they didn''t dare to storm out, despite their simmering anger. Who knew what the consequences would be if they offended this young master, especially because those two crucial items were in his hands.


    "Mr. President, they call this person ''young master.'' Do you think he might belong to that mysterious Eastern family?" A sudden thought flashed through Yuan Huiguo''s mind.


    Kazama Suke shuddered; this possibility didn''t seem far-fetched. Recalling the guesses of the Director of the History Bureau the day before made him uneasy. They still didn''t know whether this supposed family was the Sun Family, the Fang Family of Huaxia, or some imagined family that couldn''t be substantiated.


    While the two whispered to each other, Maeda Ai returned to the living room.


    "Ms. Maeda, is your young master awake?" Yuan Huiguo asked carefully.


    "Minister, the young master said he wants to go back to sleep and asked that you wait a little longer," Maeda Ai said with restrained laughter. She had expected Fang Jueyu to make things difficult for them but didn''t think he''d give them no face at all, leaving the president and minister waiting while he snoozed in his room.


    "Mr. President, I warned you before: our young master has a bad temper when he wakes up. If you disturb his sleep, of course he won''t be quick to see you." Sёarch* The N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    "Waking up cranky..." Hearing this term, both Kazama Suke and Yuan Huiguo''s lips twitched slightly. If it were anyone else, forget being cranky, they wouldn''t even dare to breathe heavily in this young master''s presence. It seemed only this young master could carry such an attitude.


    But they had no choice but to swallow their pride; no matter how stifled they felt, they couldn''t say anything in response. After all, they were holding the short end of the stick.


    "Ms. Maeda, could you please try calling your young master again? We really can''t afford to wait any longer!" Kazama Suke was almost in tears; the congress was waiting for updates from him. It wasn''t just a matter for the finance department anymore; it had become a national issue.


    "Alright then!" Maeda Ai knew that Fang Jueyu just wanted to unsettle them and dampen their fervor. Judging by the situation, it seemed like it was about time.


    Soon enough, Fang Jueyu came out of his room, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still in his pajamas.


    "Ms. Maeda, may I ask how we should address your young master?"


    "Oh, Mr. President, our young master''s surname is Fang, and his name is Fang Jueyu!"


    Kazama Suke and Yuan Huiguo exchanged glances and saw shock in each other''s eyes.


    Who was Fang Jueyu? Of course they knew: the richest man in the world, Huaxia''s youngest professor and academician, the youngest person to win eight Grammys.


    They had speculated that the young master might have the surname Zhuang or Sun, but they didn''t expect it to be this person!


    Thanks to Xiao Yi''s presence, Ryukawa Sukio hadn''t told Kazama Suke that Fang Jueyu was also an incredibly powerful Hidden Elementer and an advisor to Huaxia Yanhuang, otherwise Kazama Suke would probably have been scared stiff.


    "Forget it!" They couldn''t untangle the relationship between Fang Jueyu and the Maeda family right now. They only knew that the matters of the land deeds and government bonds were ultimately this young man''s call.


    "Mr. Fang, finally, you''re here!"


    "Why the rush?" Fang Jueyu''s waking temper was undeniably heavy. He didn''t directly acknowledge them. "I have to brush my teeth, wash my face, and have breakfast first, right? We can talk about anything then."


    "But..."


    "Mr. Abe, I''m not a morning person. If I''m in a bad mood, you''d better hurry up and prepare the money to pay me rent and interest!"


    Upon hearing this, the two quickly closed their mouths and obediently returned to their seats.


    Internally, they both had enough anger to flay Fang Jueyu alive—a head of state stooping this low to ask of someone, and he still received no respect in return.


    Brushing teeth, washing face, eating breakfast—it all took over half an hour. To Kazama Suke and Yuan Huiguo, that half hour was an eternity.


    Finally, Fang Jueyu sat in the living room.


    "Alright, what brings you here today?" Fang Jueyu asked lazily.