"When it comes to the world's most elite private islands, they're mostly monopolized by a few ancient families. What's released to the public, those that can be looked up and traded, can be considered the leftovers of these families, belonging to second-tier islands."
Lu Ye was holding a wine glass, leisurely leaning back on the soft sofa. He gently swirled the top-tier red wine in his hand, a bottle worth nearly a million, his expression tinged with a hint of sentimentality and reminiscence.
"Twenty years ago, when I was still young and impetuous, I was invited to visit an ancient family in the United States. Their hospitality was extended on an island in the Pacific Ocean, near the South-North Continent. To call it an island is an understatement; it's more like a small kingdom."
On the island, there were castles and villas, skyscrapers, whatnot—golf courses, racecourses, hunting grounds, racetracks, and even a vineyard.
