Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1051: 1026: Worldwide Delivery from Beethoven

The official website's declaration ignited a massive commotion throughout the online world.

“Oh my goodness, it really is authentic.”

“That delivery fellow is sporting a timepiece valued at 19.88 million.”

“Despite being an office worker, I now see how pointless my efforts are.”

“I'm downhearted; it seems he's the true champion in life.”

“I always figured the delivery man's watch appeared elegant, but the Eyes of Golden Flame version looked bogus.”

“Eyes of Golden Flame? Sounds more like Eyes of Blind Flame.”

Eyes of Golden Flame stood there in shock, staring at the official statement.

Under no circumstances had he anticipated that the delivery man's 19.88 million watch was genuine.

This was an enormous embarrassment for him.

He sensed his cheeks burning from the harsh rebuke.

Shortly after, Hermes' official site released a statement.

“Lately, a brief clip has slandered our black-gold client's exclusive Hermes attire as imitation. Following assessment by specialists, the outfit on the delivery man was bespoke by our celebrated designer, Mr. Tom, priced at 3.88 million.”

Nobody had foreseen Hermes stepping in to vindicate Ye Chen.

And surprisingly, the garments the delivery man wore were worth 3.88 million.

This delivery man is incredibly remarkable.

A timepiece and outfit totaling more than 20 million.

He's far from a typical courier; he's clearly an elite personality.

Gazing at Hermes' official declaration, Eyes of Golden Flame was utterly flabbergasted.

How was this possible?

Hermes issuing a special notice for a mere delivery worker.

The comments overflowed with mockery directed at Eyes of Golden Flame.

“Haha, what's this Eyes of Golden Flame? More like blind golden eyes.”

“No surprise he couldn't spot it; it's a rare edition crafted by the lead designer. Beyond his level of recognition.”

“Eyes of Golden Flame despises all; yet he's the ultimate idiot.”

“Precisely, he crashed into a hard reality this time; the phony encountered the authentic.”

“I get why Eyes of Golden Flame was blindsided—he's too broke to grasp the wealthy's realm.”

“True enough, he's merely an online personality; whispers say he was once a bar server with scant expertise.”

“Haha, constantly calling out counterfeits, but his own arm's watch is counterfeit, and he parades it every day—utterly absurd.”

Eyes of Golden Flame grew dizzy scanning the remarks.

He believed his fate was sealed.

Right then, his face felt scorching hot.

The blow stung fiercely.

All of a sudden, Eyes of Golden Flame's phone buzzed.

He picked up, hearing a severe tone.

“Hello, we've gotten a report about your video featuring a counterfeit Patek Philippe. The complainant has lodged a formal issue; kindly visit the station to clarify the matter and the watch's origin.”

Eyes of Golden Flame: “…”

His thoughts shattered completely.

It dawned on him that he'd been deceived as well.

The very watch he boasted about on his wrist was phony—such bitter irony!

What a pity, given he battles fakes daily.

Yet he'd examined that watch meticulously many times; it shouldn't have been counterfeit by reason!

With his sharp vision, how did he overlook it?

In that instant, his comment feed erupted.

“Haha, an expert fake-buster showing off a fake himself—so hilariously contradictory.”

“Yes, I'm cracking up; the real jester is the broadcaster.”

“I'd love to witness the streamer's expression now, surely looking ridiculous.”

Eyes of Golden Flame had planned to head to the broadcast room for damage control and clarification.

But to his horror, he discovered the room had been suspended.

The cause: dissemination of prohibited content.

This occasion, Eyes of Golden Flame utterly collapsed.

He lamented intensely why he'd been so shortsighted earlier, challenging a powerful individual.

Ye Chen kept on with his food deliveries.

Abruptly, a sound echoed in his head.

[Ding, host has obtained Worldwide Delivery: a revitalizing and mind-clearing beverage.]

A revitalizing and mind-clearing beverage?

Ye Chen headed directly to Starbucks and ordered an iced coffee.

[Wormhole activates in 30 seconds; locate a secluded area, host.]

Previously, mutants had wrecked his delivery scooter, but fortunately, the system provided a superior motorcycle.

This bike outperforms an electric one by far.

Ye Chen slipped into a narrow lane.

Quickly, the wormhole materialized right before him.

Ye Chen mounted his motorcycle and entered the wormhole.

Upon emerging in this realm, Ye Chen noticed a foggy atmosphere.

The structures were medieval-style, and folks dressed in European ancient garb.

Spotting the famous clock tower, Ye Chen realized he'd journeyed to Hawk Country's Industrial Revolution period.

But who might the recipient be on this occasion?

A route guide popped up ahead of Ye Chen.

He followed the directions, racing along on his motorcycle.

Observers gawked at Ye Chen zipping by on his sleek ride.

“Heavens, who's that rider and what machine is that?”

“That fellow looks Eastern.”

“Is it some speedy cycle? Incredibly swift.”

All eyes fixed on Ye Chen in wonder, curiosity gleaming in their gazes.

Ye Chen pulled up to a grand castle on his motorcycle.

Then, the system's voice rang in his mind.

“Ding, this order comes from the legendary pianist Beethoven.”

Ye Chen froze upon hearing the famed name.

Beethoven, the piano deity.

He hadn't imagined delivering to the piano legend Beethoven.

Ye Chen reached the castle, actually the Royal Grand Theater, and stepped into a chamber.

At that time, Beethoven lingered by the window, face etched with concern.

Beethoven was gearing up for a global concert, scheduled to play for the Eagle Empress that evening.

However, he abruptly felt dissatisfied with every piece he'd composed.

Moreover, a restless night left him fatigued, and with the show approaching, exhaustion weighed on him.

Ye Chen rapped on the door, prompting a response from within.

“Enter, please.”

Ye Chen opened the door and beheld a gentleman in formal tails.

“You must be Mr. Beethoven,” Ye Chen said with deference.

The gentleman eyed Ye Chen curiously: “And you are?”

Ye Chen grinned and replied, “Your delivery has just arrived.”

“Pardon?”

Beethoven jumped in surprise.

Ye Chen clarified, “I'm a Worldwide Delivery courier. You likely craved a revitalizing and mind-clearing drink moments ago.”

Beethoven affirmed: “Indeed, the idea crossed my mind, but you?”

Ye Chen smiled and explained, “Think of me as a courier from a distant realm, delivering your beverage.”

He phrased it simply for Beethoven's comprehension.

Beethoven regarded Ye Chen with wide-eyed astonishment.

“From a distant realm?”—far too fantastical to believe.

“Your drink is here; it ought to fulfill your desires, refreshing and clarifying.”

Ye Chen presented the iced coffee.

Upon seeing the iced coffee set before him, Beethoven froze, shock widening his eyes.