The Founder of the Great Financial Family

Chapter 8: Meeting the Goldsmith (3)

"Rockefeller, how did it go at the bank?"

As soon as Rockefeller returned, his younger siblings, who had been waiting for him at home, swarmed around him.

Their expressions revealed they had been anxiously waiting, full of tension.

"Did you sell the gold?"

"Or couldn't you sell it?"

Rockefeller responded with a smile to his siblings, who were staring intently at him. 

"The matter was resolved well. From now on, the gold we mine, we'll secretly take and sell to this goldsmith."

"Really?"

"That's such a relief!"

Upon hearing Rockefeller's words, the second and third siblings breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, mining gold would be meaningless if they couldn't dispose of it.

"But how did you sell it? If you bring the gold straight to the goldsmith, wouldn't he be suspicious?"

"There's a separate black market trader. I acted as a middleman to deceive the goldsmith. It seemed the best way to ensure they wouldn't ask about the source of the gold."

"Weren't you caught?"

"No chance of being caught. You should have seen how well I acted. Maybe because I'm still young, they didn't suspect me that much."

Upon hearing that, the third child was the happiest.

"Rockefeller is the best! Now we can become rich too!"

The second child was just as excited as the third.

"Really, just like Joshua said, we can become rich. We don't have to worry about starving anymore!"

The mention of not having to starve anymore brightened the expression of the fourth child who was with them.

Lastly, the youngest sibling, Lucia, also laughed brightly, caught up in the atmosphere surrounding her older brothers.

In such a warm and joyful atmosphere, the one who was reasonably happy was Rockefeller himself.

His dreams were much bigger than just getting excited over such a small matter.

'I'm just starting, and they are making such a fuss. Well, the kids are still young.'

Rockefeller had no intention of surviving this harsh world alone.

'The family motto I taught my siblings is not in vain. For weak ones like us to survive, we must unite and combine our strength.'

It would have been a difficult task with strangers.

But they were family, sharing the same blood.

'Blood is thicker than water.'

Rockefeller calmed his excited younger brothers for a moment and made them listen to him.

"I have something to tell you guys. So, calm down for a bit and listen to what I have to say."

What could the eldest brother possibly want to talk about?

While the second and third brothers were sneakily gauging Rockefeller's mood, he began to speak to his younger brothers, seated at an old table, about the dream he harbored.

"You see, I have no intention of being content with this reality. I want to move forward with bigger dreams. What do you think? Do you guys feel the same way?"