Bill expressed his gratitude, saying, “Thank you for your kind wishes, Mr. Rothschild.”


    Howard smiled warmly in response, “Join me for dinner at the Rothschild Manor at seven o’clock this evening. I’d like to treat you.”


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Bill replied, “Absolutely, Mr. Rothschild. I’ll be there on time.”


    …


    A few minutester, the atmosphere was buzzing in the Rothschild family meeting room. <h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    All members of the Rothschild family had gathered. The long conference table, spanning over ten meters, was filled, except for the distinguished seat reserved for the first patriarch, which remained vacant.


    Behind the main seats, two rows of temporary benches were set up to amodate the heads of the coteral families who were present.


    The room was lively, with members of the main Rothschild family engaging in cheerful conversation. In contrast, Steve and his son appeared somewhat downcast, while representatives of the coteral families huddled together in whispers, uncertain about the purpose of the old man’s call and the events of the past two days.


    Most of the coteral family members bore different surnames, although some shared the Rothschild name. The coteral families primarily consisted of Howard’s brothers or cousins, with other surnamed members usually being those who had married into the Rothschild lineage and pledged their loyalty.


    For these coteral families, opportunities to visit the Rothschild manor and participate in high-level meetings led by Howard were quite rare.


    Typically, Howard, as the patriarch, had limited interactions with these coteral families, who usually dealt with the professional managers of the Rothschild estate. Even Steve was not someone they could approach freely.


    The sudden assembly today led to spection among the branch families: was Howard preparing to pass on the patriarchal role to his eldest son?


    Interestingly, Steve appeared to be the only one not pleased in attendance, along with his eldest son, Roy.


    Logically, if Steve were to seed as patriarch today, he and Roy should have been the happiest attendees.


    Given the current scenario, it seemed this meeting might not bode well for Steve. Could there be a change in the line of session?


    Confused by the situation, the coteral families continued to murmur among themselves, unable to contain their curiosity.


    This atmosphere left Steve feeling anxious. <fn21f1> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n ?ovelFind</fn21f1>


    He valued his dignity and despised being the subject of hushed discussions, feeling akin to a girl on disy in the Middle Ages—profoundly embarrassed.


    Just as the room buzzed with spection, the door swung open. The butler stepped aside, and in strode the confident Howard Rothschild, his steps firm.


    The moment everyone spotted him, their chatter ceased, and they turned their attention to him, offering respectful greetings.


    During this moment, it became clear to all that Howard was in an exceptionally good mood.


    His mood resembled that of an eighteen-year-old who had just enjoyed a sessful night at a prom, bursting with joy and satisfaction.


    Given Howard’s age and immense wealth, he had experienced everything life had to offer, making his bright demeanor particrly puzzling.


    Even the immediate family members found themselves baffled.


    They were unaware that Howard had already been in high spirits the previous day. Why was he even more ted today? What good fortune had befallen him?


    Watching Howard beam brought Steve further unease. He thought, “Could the old man have achieved another breakthrough? What else could exin his excitement?”


    Meanwhile, Howard was internally exhrated.


    The graphics card project waspleted, the data center was set, and only the migration of the AI model and its local deployment in Northern Europe remained. With the need for external help removed, Howard considered this phase a sess. Everything was prepared; it was just a matter of timing.


    Before entering, he had discussed with the head of the AI team. The imminent instation of 40,000 graphics cards and the impending vacancy of Microsoft’s data center meant that the timeline for solving the issue had shifted from nearly impossible to nearly certain within a month.


    This realization indicated that he was now less than a month away from achieving his goal!