The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 352 352VC Meeting

Meanwhile, while Evan was handling the major operations, Roy wasn't the one to sit idle and watch his son do all the work. Determined to lend a hand, he contacted the heads of all the family factions and convened a video conference.

The video conference began with the screen flickering to life, Roy's face appearing in the frame. Before he could say a word, a barrage of voices erupted, each more demanding than the last.

"What the hell is going on, Roy?"

"How did the Rajputs fall so suddenly?"

"And why is Amit Sharma being blamed for all of this?"

"Just what kind of game are you playing here?"

The voices of family heads overlapped, their anger and confusion filling the digital space. The cacophony made Roy rub his temples in frustration, feeling an upcoming headache.

"Enough!" Roy's voice thundered through the speakers, silencing the room. "Everyone, calm down and let me explain."

Although the murmurs died down, the tension remained palpable.

Roy took a deep breath before continuing.

"I have discovered that my son—my real one and my son Evan—was at the center of this conflict. He went beyond anything I could have imagined, directly clashing with the Rajputs and even with the government in their bid to monopolize his tech. What you've seen so far is only the surface of his actions."

The family heads exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent as Roy continued.

"Wait, are you talking about the head of Next Gen!" Uday asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and shock.

"Hmm!" Roy nodded and continued to explain.

"Evan didn't just fight back—he took control. He dismantled the Rajputs' influence piece by piece until they were forced to retreat. Every move he made was quite calculated, and it worked."

Gukesh Amdani leaned closer to his screen and smacked his lips in disbelief. "How the hell did he defeat the country's naval fleet?"

The others turned to him as he continued, "I mean, what's going to happen now? Since everything was under the control of that old Rajput all this long, I don't mind Evan taking over as long as he can handle the mess. But what's in it for us?"

His words struck a chord with the rest of the group, who quickly chimed in, voicing similar concerns. As businessmen, their priorities were clear—profits and stability.

Roy nodded, understanding their thoughts. "I know you're skeptical and wondering about the future. That's why I've sent you something. Open the file I have just shared with you."

A notification sound rang through the conference, drawing everyone's attention to their devices. Curious, they opened the message and clicked on the file.

What unfolded on their screens left them in awe.

The video showcased a highly modernized city, a vision of the future brought to life, almost otherworldly. Skyscrapers gleamed under a sea of neon lights, their facades embedded with dynamic digital displays. Roads were lined with robotic vehicles gliding silently on magnetic tracks. Drones zipped through the air, delivering goods and overseeing the city, while pedestrians moved on automated walkways and glass elevators that scaled buildings in seconds.

Everywhere one could bring their eyes upon, innovation was in motion. Restaurants featured robotic serving persons, public spaces featured holographic information panels, and the energy grid was powered by towering wind turbines and sleek solar arrays. The city's design was seamless—green spaces intertwined with cutting-edge technology, making it not just functional but also beautiful.

Gukesh Amdani took a deep breath, his sharp eyes scanning the details of the video. "Is this some kind of concept model or AI-crafted simulation?"

Roy chuckled under their scrutinizing gaze. "Unbelievable, isn't it?" He paused for effect before adding, "But let me assure you—this is 100% real. It's not a concept or a simulation. This city exists."

He leaned forward, a proud grin forming on his face. "In fact, if you don't believe me, you are welcome to see it for yourselves. This is a town my son built in the Nicobar Islands. If you want, I'll ask Evan to grant you access."

The group fell silent once again as the group stared at him in stunned disbelief.

Gukesh finally exhaled and shook his head as if trying to process what he had just heard.

Meanwhile, Roy leaned back, rubbing his nose with a smug grin spreading across his face that only made the others feel worse.

At that moment, the images of their own children flashed in their minds—people who were wasting money on luxuries, chasing short skirts and girls, trying to show off. Meanwhile, here was Roy's son: a 25-year-old who had taken down a rival family and built a futuristic city.

The silence grew heavier, laced with envy and admiration swirled among them. Though none of them said it out loud, a single thought echoed in their minds:

Why isn't my child like that?