Chapter 396 Real Estate Exchange Conference
Isaac's face darkened slightly. "I just heard the news too. That Noah's got some serious guts, messing with one of our core members. He's asking for trouble," he said. "You know what to do, right?"
Nathaniel's eyes gleamed with a cold, murderous intent. "Don't worry, Isaac. I will make sure Noah pays. He's come to Silverlight City with a clear vendetta against us. We need to take care of this threat for good."
Isaac nodded in agreement and fell silent.
That evening, Noah got a call from Daryl.
"Mr. Anderson. I just got to Silverlight City. I'm about to grab dinner with some big shots in real estate. Are you coming to the conference tomorrow?" Daryl asked.
Noah thought for a moment. "Yeah, I'll be there," he replied. It was important for the Evergreen Market branch, so he had to attend.
"Awesome. It's at the Silverlight City Convention Center at 10 AM," Daryl informed him.
"Got it."
The next morning, Noah got ready and, after letting Lisa know, headed to the Silverlight City Convention Center. He knew the place well, having been there for the Harris family's press conference before.
By 9:30 AM, Noah arrived. The entrance was already packed with cars—BMWs, Mercedes, Land Rovers—all mid to high-end vehicles, clearly belonging to the real estate moguls.
The conference was a major event, gathering all the big names in Silverlight City's real estate industry to discuss future development and national housing policies.
Naturally, many journalists were present to cover the event, as housing prices were a hot topic for the public.
After parking his car, Noah walked straight to the convention center.
"Noah?" a surprised voice called out as he entered. A middle-aged man in his fifties, with a face full of flesh, was staring at Noah in surprise. It was Cameron, one of Silverlight City's real estate tycoons.
"You're here for the real estate conference?" Cameron asked, looking Noah up and down with a mocking smile. His employees behind him also eyed Noah with amusement.
"A supermarket guy at a real estate conference? Did you come to the wrong place?" Cameron sneered.
"Mr. Simmons, I think this kid isn't lost. He's here to beg for help," one of Cameron's subordinates laughed. "He wants to open a supermarket in Silverlight City, but no real estate giant is willing to rent him a space. So, he's here to beg."
"Oh, I see! Here to beg for help!" Cameron feigned realization. "But Noah, let me tell you, don't even dream about it. I've already spoken to all the real estate giants in Silverlight City. None of them will rent you a space. You're wasting your time."
"By the way, I remember now!" Cameron's eyes lit up. "At the Radiant Pearl Hotel, you said you'd bankrupt my Celestial Peak Real Estate Company and make it disappear from Silverlight City. It's been two days, and my company is still doing fine. Do young people these days not feel ashamed of bragging?"
"Why should I be ashamed?" Noah shot back at Cameron. "I'm just stating facts. And as for your company, since you're so eager to go bankrupt, let's make it happen today."
"Today?" Cameron was taken aback, then burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Noah, are you trying to kill me with jokes? Because that's the only way you can make my company go bankrupt!"
Cameron's laughter grew louder, full of ridicule. His subordinates joined in, snickering.
"Noah, I've said it before. Your personality—never bowing, never asking for help—means you'll never achieve greatness!" Cameron's voice turned cold as he stared at Noah. "Not bowing is one thing, but being arrogant and boastful? Without your parents' support, you'd be nothing but a lowly commoner!"
"If you were willing to bow a little, you'd have a chance today. Daryl, a real estate mogul from Oceanbridge City, is here in Silverlight City, looking to enter the market. If you beg him, flatter him, make him happy, he might open all the real estate doors in Silverlight City for you. You could open your supermarket anywhere, and even I couldn't stop you."
"But your personality means you'll never succeed." Cameron looked at Noah with pity. "If you want to open a supermarket, go somewhere else. In Silverlight City, you have no chance."
With that, Cameron ignored Noah and walked into the convention center. To him, Noah was no longer worth his attention. Silverlight City had no place for him. Let this small fry stay in his own world, deluding himself.
Shortly after Cameron left, a royal blue Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. A balding middle-aged man in a silk suit and with a large beer belly stepped out. It was Daryl.
As soon as he appeared, reporters swarmed him.
"Mr. Fields! Can we get an interview?"
"We heard you're planning to enter the Silverlight City real estate market. What's your plan?"
"Mr. Fields, you're a real estate tycoon in Oceanbridge City. Why the move to Silverlight City? What's the attraction?"
The barrage of questions made Daryl impatient. He waved them off. "I'll answer these questions at the conference."
He was internally frustrated. He was in Silverlight City on Mr. Anderson's orders, but the media kept speculating, making it seem like he had some ulterior motive.
Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure inside the convention center.
"Mr. Anderson!" Daryl's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over.
"Mr. Anderson, sorry to keep you waiting!" Daryl wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed respectfully to Noah.
"Who is that kid?"
"Daryl is a real estate tycoon from Oceanbridge City. Why is he so respectful to a kid, even bowing?"
"Could there be someone more important than Mr. Fields here?"
"A mysterious kid making Daryl bow—who is he?"
The reporters were stunned, trying to get photos but were blocked by bodyguards. They could only snap pictures from a distance, capturing the scene.
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