Ren Fei did not believe Xia Feng's words, finding them too outlandish. However, his belief grew slightly when Xia Feng summoned Durapiter, as he was aware of Durapiter's significant status in Great Britain.
"Alright, Young Master Xia, I'll go fetch them," Jack Ma said, turning and hurrying downstairs.
Witnessing this, Ren Fei was secretly astonished. He knew Jack Ma's capabilities well, yet here Jack Ma acted like a domestic servant before Xia Feng, devoid of any executive airs, instead exuding the vitality of a young man. Thinking of young men, Ren Fei realized Jack Ma appeared to have aged ten years. Before their arrival, he had been preoccupied and hadn't noticed Jack Ma's rejuvenated appearance, nor that Old Wang had also become much younger.
What was happening? Before Ren Fei could fully process it, Jack Ma returned with King Hughes, Durapiter, and Pope Paul. Pope Paul had initially not been invited but, being fond of excitement, had shamelessly followed them.
"Master," the three greeted Xia Feng upon their arrival.
Master? Ren Fei's expression changed, and his heart was thrown into turmoil. While he didn't recognize the other two, Durapiter was very familiar. Being summoned alongside Durapiter meant they were undoubtedly of comparable status. And these three formidable individuals were Xia Feng's servants? Ren Fei, having lived a considerable portion of his life, had never encountered anything so astonishing. If he hadn't witnessed it himself, no one would believe that a powerful Duke from abroad, a Duke of exceptionally high standing, would recognize a young man from Xia as his master.
At this moment, Ren Fei truly began to panic. A sense of unease permeated his entire being. He didn't know Xia Feng's identity, nor could he ascertain it. However, he was certain that Xia Feng was someone unbelievably powerful. It was no wonder Elder Li had recommended him to Xia Feng, nor that Jack Ma acted like a servant, and that so many influential figures resided in this villa. Ren Fei harbored a bold thought: were they all here to serve Xia Feng?
With this thought, Ren Fei looked at Xia Feng with fearful eyes. His attitude towards Xia Feng had completely shifted. Previously, his gaze held curiosity and bewilderment; now, it was filled with dread and confusion.
"I have a few small matters to assign to you. Please see them through," Xia Feng said calmly, as if discussing a trivial affair. For Xia Feng, these were indeed trivial, not even significant enough to be called matters. After all, what were mortal affairs to a god?
"Master, please instruct us," King Hughes and the other two asked respectfully.
"President Ren, explain your situation to them," Xia Feng told Ren Fei.
"Yes, Young Master Xia," Ren Fei quickly stood up, feeling unworthy to remain seated alongside Xia Feng when others were standing. He then politely turned to King Hughes and the other two, repeating what he had told Xia Feng earlier.
They all nodded. The matter of Chinese mobile phones being targeted abroad was something they were all aware of.
"There are no issues from the United States, President Ren. You can rest assured that such incidents will not occur in the U.S. again," King Hughes assured Ren Fei. King Hughes was an absolute authority in the U.S., and even the President trembled before him. Regarding a mere mobile phone issue, how could the President dare to object? If the President had no objections, which other U.S. tech company would dare? King Hughes wouldn't hesitate to break their necks one by one.
Following King Hughes's statement, Durapiter quickly added, "President Ren, setting aside other matters, there will be absolutely no issues in Great Britain." Durapiter had previously threatened the Queen at the royal palace; such a minor matter would be handled with utmost cooperation.
"Heh heh... I have something to say too," Pope Paul chuckled. Wasn't this his chance to be useful?
"There are no problems throughout Europe," Pope Paul's declaration was far bolder than the previous two. While it was true that the U.S. having no problems essentially meant the world had no problems, as many countries followed the U.S.'s lead, King Hughes had only spoken for one nation. Pope Paul, however, spoke for an entire continent, making him sound incredibly impressive. Yet, Pope Paul was not speaking idly. As Pope, he had followers in every country, and his word carried significant weight, even more so than Durapiter's.
Ren Fei was completely stunned. Who was this man before him? Ren Fei had seen him upon entering the villa; he appeared gentle and refined, truly like a nobleman. But now, to guarantee no problems throughout Europe, even Ren Fei, who had weathered many storms, was greatly astonished.
"I'll leave it to you to handle it," Xia Feng said, still reclining in his seat.
"Yes, Master, we will complete the task," the three responded in unison.
"President Ren, do you have any other requests?" Xia Feng asked Ren Fei.
"Young Master Xia, no, thank you. I am very grateful," Ren Fei bowed deeply to Xia Feng, this time with genuine sincerity, completely impressed by him.
"Good, President Ren, please stay for dinner. It's still early, so you can discuss the plans with them," Xia Feng gestured for them to go and discuss.
"Alright, thank you for your hospitality, Young Master Xia." Ren Fei did not refuse. He indeed needed to confer with them, and there were still two hours before dinner.
After descending with them, Ren Fei eagerly pulled Jack Ma aside and asked, "Mr. Ma, we've been friends for many years. Please give me some insight, who exactly is Young Master Xia?" How could someone as influential as Xia Feng have no prior record? Ren Fei was truly perplexed. In this era, even minor achievements were widely publicized. He himself was very low-key, but in the internet age, no information could remain hidden.
Jack Ma smiled wryly, fully understanding Ren Fei's state of mind. Everyone who came asked the same questions. Such extraordinary circumstances naturally ignited anyone's curiosity.
"President Ren, haven't you already witnessed some things for yourself? Why probe further?" Jack Ma smiled, looking somewhat resigned. This was a consensus they all adhered to; they never spoke of Xia Feng's situation. They would only hint at it, allowing people to speculate for themselves.