The Rich Tycoon: Starting with Shares of a Trillion-Dollar Group

Chapter 2: Ferrari's Arrival

With a screech, the sound of brakes filled the air. Julien parked his bicycle outside the restaurant and shouted loudly, "Boss, I’ll have the Burgundy beef stew, please!"

"Hahaha, Julien, you’ve struck it rich, huh? That’s quite a luxury," the restaurant owner said with a smile.

"Yeah, I got lucky and made a fortune," Julien replied as he sat down.

"That’s great to hear. Don’t forget to take care of your uncle when you get rich," the owner joked.

"No problem, Uncle. You’ve always taken care of me," Julien responded.

"Have you found a job yet?" the restaurant owner asked again.

"Not yet, still working on it," Julien casually made an excuse to avoid the question. He wasn’t planning to tell anyone about the flash-sale system. After all, it was too bizarre, and he didn’t want to be dissected like a lab rat.

"Take your time, don’t rush. Your beef is ready, eat first," the boss said as he brought the dish over.

Seeing the thick layer of beef, garnished with some vegetables, Julien’s appetite was immediately whetted, and he started eating eagerly.

Ding-a-ling-ling — the phone rang.

"Hello!"

"Who is this?" Julien picked up the phone impatiently, as no one likes to be disturbed during a meal.

"Hello, is this Mr. Julien?" A soft voice came from the phone.

"This is he. Who’s speaking?"

"I’m Sophie, assistant to the President of Ferrari’s F Division," the soft voice replied.

"Ferrari? What do they want with me?" Julien muttered to himself.

"Have you received the contract?" she asked.

"I have," Julien answered indifferently.

"Would you be available to visit our company this afternoon, or should I come pick you up?" Sophie asked.

"Sure, add me on w******p. I’ll send you my location, and you can come pick me up," Julien said before hanging up. He didn’t want his meal to get cold, especially since it cost him a lot of money.

Sophie quickly hung up the phone and drove to the location Julien had provided, her mind racing about this mysterious Ferrari shareholder.

After all, Ferrari, as a world-class luxury car brand, had always been controlled by Italians.

How did this mysterious shareholder manage to acquire Ferrari’s shares? Could it be some big shot from the country? Sophie wondered as she drove.

There were plenty of financial and internet moguls in the country now, such as the owner of an internet search company or the CEO of QianDa Group.

These were all international tycoons who could stir up major international events. If one of them had acquired Ferrari’s shares, it wouldn’t be that surprising.

Before she knew it, Sophie had arrived near the location Julien had provided.

When she saw Julien through the car window, dressed in a white vest, shorts, and happily eating an ice cream cone, Sophie fell into a moment of doubt. Hesitantly, she picked up her phone and dialed.

"Hello?" The phone rang once before it was answered. Sophie looked out the window at the man holding an ice cream and answering the phone with one hand. She finally snapped back to reality, quickly got out of the car, and walked over.

"Julien, hello," Sophie greeted.

Julien, who was in the middle of saying "hello," was startled and looked up to see Sophie, dressed in a chic black Chanel suit, a pencil skirt, and black stockings, standing at nearly 1.7 meters tall.

"Hello, hello," Julien responded, then added, "You’re the assistant to Ferrari’s president, right?"

"Yes," Sophie confirmed.

"Nice to meet you. What can I do for you?" Julien asked curiously.

"Well, you’re now a director at Ferrari, and our global president and director, Mr. Enzo, would like to meet you," Sophie replied.

"You mean I have to go to Italy to meet him?" Julien asked.

"No, no," Sophie quickly explained. "You just need to have a video call with him. Mr. Enzo is eager to meet you and has prepared a gift for you. You just need to come to the company with me."

"Oh, that works. Let’s go," Julien agreed.

Sophie hurriedly led Julien to her BMW.

On the way, Sophie kept observing Julien.

Such a young man, who could easily pass for a college student, had managed to acquire Ferrari’s shares amidst the siege of so many capital giants.

Who is he? Is he a successor secretly groomed by domestic capital magnates? Or is he the heir of a mysterious ancient family? It can’t just be because of his handsome face.

Sophie guessed all the way but couldn’t come to any conclusions.

After parking the car, Sophie took Julien to Ferrari’s temporary office. Though it was called a Ferrari branch, there were only a few people working there.

Mainly because Ferrari hadn’t really established a subsidiary in F country, so the so-called "branch" only consisted of Sophie, the president’s assistant, and a few dozen employees.

Julien followed Sophie to the office.

As Sophie used the computer to initiate a video call with the distant president, Julien couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. After all, this was a legendary figure with significant influence in the automotive world.

Beep~

As Julien was lost in his thoughts, a prompt sound snapped him back to reality. The elderly face of Mr. Enzo appeared on the computer screen.

His face was kind, his energy vibrant, and his eyes sharp, like an eagle’s. Any flaw from an enemy would be caught by him and used for an immediate counterattack.

This was an elderly man with tough methods and a sharp mind. This was Julien’s first impression of Enzo.

"Hello," Enzo greeted in fluent French.

"Hello, Mr. Enzo. I didn’t expect your French to be so good," Julien said, a bit surprised.

"Hahaha, you flatter me. I’ve always been interested in F country," Enzo replied with a smile.

"Hahaha, is that so?" Julien smiled as well.

"Then you must come visit F country someday. The beautiful scenery, delicious food, and rich culture here will not disappoint you."

"I’ll definitely go when I get the chance."

"I look forward to your arrival. When you do, I’ll personally accompany you around F city. By the way, what can I do for you today?" Julien asked.

"Well, the main reason I contacted you is to welcome you to the Ferrari family. As your host, I also have a small gift for you," Enzo said with a smile.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I’m also honored to meet someone like you."

"Hahaha, we don’t need to be so formal with each other."

"I was thinking about where to build Ferrari’s branch in Asia. Since you’re in F city, we’ll build the branch here."

"You’ll also be the president of the Asian branch. The appointment letter will be sent to you directly, and you should not refuse," Enzo stated firmly.

"Since you’ve put it that way, I’ll respectfully accept," Julien agreed without hesitation.