Chapter Nine Hundred and Sixty Seven Fifteen Years

New York, Manhattan West Midtown.

Located on Central Avenue, which is 10th Street next to the Lincoln Tunnel, a brand new American minimalist building is located here.

Simple to the extreme red bricks are stacked together, and facing the main street are two doors made of red cedar wood, which are embedded in the round door frame.

On the rectangular column of the door frame is written; NO: 22.

This rather mysterious building has never been opened since it was built, and no one knows what it is used for.

Even the people living next door are curious about it, because no one has ever seen its owner, except for some people in servants' costumes or the occasional van.

Moreover, its gate has never been opened.

Every time servants or goods are moved, they just open the side door in the alley on the right, which is really too mysterious.

Mid-April 1944, on this day.

This building, which made everyone passing by curious, finally opened the two expensive, noble and mysterious red doors.

The first to appear in front of the door are five steel monsters, which are from the H series of Aegis Motors.

It just looks longer and stronger than the ones on the market.

A group of well-trained men in black, who just didn't look easy to mess with, got out of the car, walked into the gate and disappeared.

Soon they reappeared in front of the door, a brand new red carpet was laid from the inside of the door to the outside of the curb, with golden pillars erected on both sides, pulling red isolation belts between each other.

Those men in black stood beside the red carpet, inside the isolation zone, with solemn expressions as if they were waiting for something.

The journalists living in New York always have the keen sense of smell like a hound.

When this mysterious building first appeared, they seemed to have some kind of speculation in their hearts, but they were not sure yet.

But when I received the news about NO:22, I still showed that I attached great importance to it.

As a result, nature will not disappoint anyone.

"Oh...my God, that's Andrew Mellon, I've seen him in the papers...I knew it, God..."

"Astor, it's Jonathan Astor IV, camera, where is the camera?"

"God, John Rockefeller is here, what's going on?"

Compared to the astonishment of the reporters, the people who passed by stopped to watch the excitement, and faintly felt that something big was about to happen.

Because in just one hour, 10th Avenue was covered with all kinds of luxury cars, and there were policemen on both sides of the road guiding the vehicles to make a U-turn or detour.

Rolls-Royce is the one that stops the most on the roadside, followed by the H-Series, which combines safety, performance and comfort.

Finally, there are two Lamborghini Vittoria V8r that attracted countless eyeballs when they first appeared on the stage. Even in the dark, they will exude infinite temptation.

When seeing the L1 license plate hanging on the front of the car, someone remembered the report a few years ago.

"Charlie Lee, that's the Chinese man's car... Then, this is the mysterious No. 22 Club... Yes, it must be so."

Those who guessed this jumped up excitedly, as if they had discovered some great secret.

In fact, Li Zitao didn't know anything about these things, and he didn't mean to hide them deliberately.

Perhaps he would have been perplexed to know that anyone would go into ecstasy at guessing that it was Club 22.

Didn't the NO:22 written on the wall tell them this?

"Andrew."

"Charlie."

"Uncle John, I am glad to see you in good health."

"Haha, you should come to the farm to see me more, the life there is amazing, it can keep me full of energy..."

"Hi, Doris, how are you doing?"

"Oh, Juliana, everything is going great, I actually just got back from Hawaii, and the holidays are going to be a good time."

"Mary...Sister Mary, I'm here."

"My little Mary, how long has it been since I saw you, come here quickly."

With the arrival of guests,

The long-silent building presents its due vitality and brilliance.

Whenever a new member arrives, they will take pictures in front of the door.

In the future, these photos will be inlaid on both sides of the long corridor, as part of the glorious history of Club No. 22.

This was planned when it was first built, to ensure that enough pictures could be hung.

The entire corridor is formed into a deep and long corridor-shaped corridor, with doors on both sides of the room, and the deepest part is a banquet hall that can accommodate 200 people.

The second floor has the same structure, but the banquet hall is missing.

Because the height of the banquet hall has exceeded the house itself, the spiers that emerge have a bright Gothic style.

The top three floors have a wide open style, which can be divided into 62 small private conversation areas or used for important meetings according to different needs.

At this time, the entire third floor was arranged as a meeting room.

Countless velvet high-back chairs were placed in front of the 100-meter-long oval table, and dozens of chairs covered with white chair covers were placed at the back.

It took nearly 2 hours and 40 minutes for the members to enter the venue, greet each other, and then be invited to the third floor to be seated.

"If this was placed in Huaguo, he would have been expelled a long time ago." Li Zitao, who was standing at the top and was about to speak, looked at the members on both sides with a smile.

He can call everyone here by name, thanks to his powerful memory.

To make sure he didn't feel ignored, it took him half an hour to remember their names, origins, and identities.

"Club No. 22 has been established for 15 years, and our members are getting more and more..."

15 years, what a long number, I think back to the idea when I first established No. 22 Club, and then I looked at the crowds at the tables.

Li Zitao is proud.

The current No. 22 club, as one of the most influential clubs in the United States and even Europe and the United States, has no doubts about its influence.

And now, today.

He needs to use the strength of the club to leverage a more powerful force.

The members here are not fixed in a certain industry. Among them are businessmen, politicians, godfathers, and liberals without party affiliation.

There are students, there are educators, mathematicians, artists.

There are engineers, representatives of guilds, presidents of charitable foundations.

There's the police, there's the military, there's...

There are too many elites in the industry here, but no matter what they do, they all have certain or huge influence in their respective industries.

Club No. 22 does not accept applications, but only actively invites members to ensure that they can recruit the most desired targets.

Since Li Zitao and Mary got married, very few people would refuse the invitation of Club No. 22.

Even if the original idea is just to put on a name, pay an extra annual fee to show goodwill.

Now, they are undoubtedly grateful for their original decision.