"In half a month, my sports car should also be arriving," since he had to show off, he wanted to do it in the most dazzling way possible, blinding everyone present. However, after much thought, he couldn't come up with a truly shocking method.
"Young master, I've brought someone to tailor clothes for you," while Fang Jueyu was deep in thought, Zhuang Ying entered with a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged foreigner who appeared to be a designer.
"Let me introduce him, this is Mr. Heram, the chief designer of George Blumore's high-end personal tailoring from the England royal family!" Zhuang Ying introduced, "All the garments used by the England Royal Family are designed by Mr. Heram."
"Damn, a royal designer from England?" Fang Jueyu was again astonished. He had thought that Zhuang Ying might bring an internationally renowned design master to tailor for him, but he never imagined that she would bring over a royal designer from England.
Fang Jueyu had never heard of George Blumore nor did he know anything about it, but a designer privileged enough to design for the royal family must be unparalleled.
Furthermore, with so many princes and princesses in the England royal family, those designers must be incredibly busy every day. To have the chief designer come all the way to Huaxia was surely enhancing his prestige too much, wasn't it?
"Zhuang Ying, is this George Blumore personal tailoring also owned by me?" Fang Jueyu quietly asked.
"That's not the case, but your ancestors had quite a good relationship with the England royal family, so they were willing to share this private brand with us. Every tailor in our private factory was trained there, and Mr. Heram has also been our long-term chief consultant!"
"Wow..." had Zhuang Ying told Fang Jueyu that the brand was his, it would have been one thing, but he accidentally heard another astonishing piece of information. Their family had a very good relationship with the England royal family, no wonder they could invite this chief designer.
"Mr. Heram, this is Mr. Fang Jueyu. We invited you here hoping you could design and make several suitable outfits for Mr. Fang."
Mr. Heram's somewhat weathered face immediately filled with smiles. Initially, he was reluctant to take up the role of long-term senior consultant because of his age, and frequent flying was a huge challenge for his health.
However, the Fang Family offered him a deal he could not refuse: an annual salary of five million British pounds plus private plane transportation. All he needed to do was help train a batch of apprentices in the Fang Family's private factory each year and occasionally produce some designs.
Compared to what the England royal family offered, this was much better. Had he been able to change his nationality, he would have even considered being a full-time designer for the Fang Family.
Ever since the birth of Fang Jueyu, Fang Huai had never invited Heram to Huaxia again, until this time, when Heram came carrying a special mission.
"Mr. Fang, it has been a long time since I last saw you, you were just an infant in swaddling clothes at that time!" Heram said politely.
"Mr. Heram, did you also design clothes for my parents?" Fang Jueyu read a lot from that statement.
"Yes, but that was a very long time ago. I heard Mr. Fang Huai wanted you to lead an ordinary life, so it was kept secret for a long time. Now that he has handed all his assets to you, I was invited to come again."
"Mr. Heram, please don't be so formal. If we really calculate it, you are still my elder!"
"By the way, the Queen of England asked me to pass on a message. The royal family and the Fang Family haven't been in contact for many years, she invites you to visit England when you have time."
"Definitely, definitely!" While Fang Jueyu appeared completely calm on the surface, his heart was pounding fiercely. An invitation from the Queen of England? Probably very few people in the world could boast of such prestige.
"Then let's begin!"
Heram first took measurements of Fang Jueyu's figure, then inquired about his preferred styles and designs. With years of experience, some initial ideas had already formed in his mind.
"By the way, Mr. Heram, there's no rush for the other clothes, but could you help me tailor a suit appropriate for public occasions, somewhat formal but not too ostentatious? I must confess, in half a month I'm attending my high school's anniversary celebration."
"Oh, that's a small matter, I might have to rush it a bit, but it shouldn't be a problem." Normally, it took Heram about a month to handcraft a suit. Halving his usual timeline would indeed take up much of his time and energy, but if it could earn him the good favor of Fang Jueyu, it would certainly be worth it.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Heram!"
With just a half month left, Heram bid farewell to Fang Jueyu and immediately headed for the tailor workshop under Fang Jueyu's name.
"Mr. Fang, are you attending your high school's anniversary in half a month?"
"Yes, it's our high school's 70th anniversary. The school has invited many well-known alumni, but we'll be going as 'other alumni'," Fang Jueyu said with self-mocking laughter.
Actually, such anniversaries were mostly about successful graduates showing off their achievements at their alma mater, with very few genuinely caring about the school.
"Young master, if you wish to become a notable alumnus, that would be an easy task!"
"How could it be easy," Fang Jueyu sighed, "First, I'm not the boss of any famous company, and second, I'm not a politician. Even though I have some money now, nobody knows me."
"Hahaha, that's simple. Just make a donation to your alma mater in your own name!"
"Ah, how could I not have thought of that?" Fang Jueyu exclaimed as he smacked his thigh. Be it famous entrepreneurs or political bigwigs, to his alma mater, what mattered more were the influence and benefits these alumni could bring.
Though it was a harsh reality, it was undeniable that excellent facilities were an essential part of nurturing talent at the school.
"Sister Ying, how much cash is available in my account right now?"
"The assets that I manage for you, including all domestic and foreign banks, have about 500 billion US Dollars in liquid funds."
"What? How much?" Fang Jueyu even thought he had heard wrong.
"500 billion US Dollars!"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Fang Jueyu didn't comprehend the scale of 500 billion US Dollars, but he knew the world's richest person barely had assets worth just over 100 billion US Dollars, and that included fixed assets, while his liquid funds were more than four times their total wealth.
"Wait, what do you mean 'the part of the assets you manage'?"
"Young master, didn't you know? The Fang Family's assets are divided into seven parts, managed by seven large organizations or families. The Zhuang Family is responsible for just the smallest portion!"
"You... stop, I'm getting dizzy!" Fang Jueyu walked out to the balcony and took a deep breath to clear his head, feeling slightly better. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying hard not to burst into laughter, "The life of the wealthy is as lonely as snow."