Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 172

Everyone from the Smith Family was looking at Miles Smith in a new light.

They had never known this young man to actually be so capable.

Even Miles Smith himself did not know what was going on. As a matter of fact, he had only met Rexton Torres briefly a couple of times.

When he made the call to the mayor’s secretary, he was not confident that he would turn up.

Miles had never imagined, in his wildest dreams, that he would have the influence to gather almost all the influential people in the political arena of Channing all at once! His face flushed with exhilaration.

He didn’t care about the actual reason for their appearance; what was important to Miles was that he was able to make himself proud in front of his family.

When Rexton Torres noticed Miles Smith and his family approaching, he nodded his head politely towards the group, before continuing to lead Russell Crow and the rest of the leaders towards the Peony Hall. “Mr. Crow, this way, please. Mr. Smith’s birthday lunch is held in the hall in front.”

Noticing Rexton Torres was guiding the mayor and the leaders in the direction of his younger brother’s Peony Hall, Samuel Smith swiftly corrected them, “It should be this way instead. Peony Hall is where my brother’s birthday banquet is held, mine’s at the Lotus Hall just across here. Mr. Crow, Mr. Torres and our esteemed leaders, please let me lead the way.”

Sean Smith and Miles Smith also smiled obsequiously and added, “Yes, yes, please allow us to guide the way to the Lotus Hall.”

Rexton Torres shot a cold glance at Samuel Smith and his family, and said indifferently, “We know our way, there’s no mistake. Mr. Crow is here to attend Mr. Benson Smith’s fiftieth birthday celebration.”

WHAT?

The mayor’s secretary’s revelation was like a bolt out of the blue for Samuel Smith and his family.

What was even more shocking was that the straight-faced Russell Crow, who usually had a pressurizing aura around him, had immediately hastened his steps and walked towards Nathan Cross and Benson Smith when he spotted them.

The mayor was all smiles as he greeted the men, “Mr. Cross, Mr. Smith, I’m especially here to congratulate Mr. Smith on your special day. I’m not sure if I can have the honor of having a drink or two with you today?”

Samuel Smith and his family widened their eyes in disbelief.

The scene in front of them seemed so unreal that they wished it was an awful dream which they could shake themselves out of.

Benson, Leah and Penny were also astounded.

They had assumed Nathan was merely bragging. None of them had expected the leaders of Channing to really show up as their guests.

Benson Smith felt extremely flattered. As he was not expecting this sudden happiness, the man welcomed Russell Crow and the rest of the big shots in a flurry. “Of course, of course! The honor is mine to be able to drink with the mayor. Mr. Crow and the rest of our distinguished leaders, please come on in!”

With smiling eyes, Russell Crow said to Benson Smith, “I would like to present Mr. Smith with my calligraphy. As I was unable to prepare a gift beforehand, please consider this as my gift for you.”

Benson Smith and the rest who were present had heard that Russell Crow was also the president of Channing’s Western Calligraphy Society and was a master of the art.

However, because of his capacity as the mayor, he had hardly ever presented his works to anyone. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

His works could fetch a minimum of one hundred thousand, or even more, in Channing.

Money was secondary. What’s more valuable was that anyone who had the mayor’s calligraphy framed up in their offices or living rooms would have their statuses elevated immediately.

Apart from the delighted Benson Smith, the rest of the political leaders present were also cheering the mayor on. It was a rare opportunity to be able to personally witness Russell Crow in action.

Even the owner of the Indigo Hotel rushed over when he heard that the mayor himself was going to write a few words. He had already instructed the hotel staff to deliver the writing materials for the mayor to display his skill.

Russell Crow wrote the words ‘When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going’ on a piece of calligraphy paper. The strength of the strokes and contrast created at each point were perfect.

“Amazing!”

“Great work!”

“What a majestic piece of art!”

The various leaders were busy lavishing compliments on the mayor’s creation.

As Russell Crow got carried away with the positive attention he was receiving, he suddenly noticed Nathan Cross, who was standing next to Benson Smith.

The man immediately took it down a notch and restrained himself. A courteous expression resurfaced on his face as he said to Benson Smith, “Mr. Smith, do you like my gift to you?”