King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 413 - 399: Big Sister, Big Sister

Aside from the lavish decor, the party was incredibly dull for most who couldn’t blend in, especially when there was no one to lead the way; even finding someone to chat with at a formal cocktail party wasn’t an easy task.

All the guests were there not simply for ’relaxation’; the party organized by Prince Nayif, costing a great deal of money, wasn’t intended for a gathering of bored individuals seeking pleasure. Discover more stories at novelbuddy

Joe Ga had just glanced at the time, it was only 8 o’clock.

Yet, many people had already gathered at the event, most accompanied by a partner, wandering around the vast venue with champagne in hand.

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They exchanged polite greetings, chatted more with acquaintances, and then you introduced me to new friends, and I introduced you to new ones.

Once there was a business synergy, they would find a quiet corner to talk seriously for a moment and then exchange contact information.

If they were truly interested, after the party, the parties could evaluate each other and then decide whether to cooperate.

The essence of the party was a social venue, and if it wasn’t for the timing, Joe Ga would have liked to stay and mingle, as some of the circles here were quite interesting.

The finance circle, the arms circle, the political circle.

These three circles shared a characteristic: those discussing their expertise tended to be managers, and those who chatted and laughed across industries were the real bosses.

Joe Ga was somewhat interested in the finance circle but didn’t particularly like it because he couldn’t fit in.

A group of extremely intelligent individuals used rules that ordinary people couldn’t understand without extensive study, as well as various professional jargon, to artificially create a barrier, completely isolating ordinary people from the outside.

Sometimes, when you lose in gambling, you know you’ve just made a bad bet, but sometimes when your money vanishes in the financial markets, even with an explanation, you can still be confused.

Moreover, the financial elites at the party were clearly of a higher caliber; they were polite to Joe Ga, the stranger, but not particularly warm. Monica, on the other hand, managed to draw lots of attention.

These high-pressure elites had an extraordinary weakness for money and women; Monica was like a deadly poppy, exuding a sweet scent that quickly attracted several people to strike up conversations.

Joe Ga didn’t mind; he was waiting for Harlotte’s arrival.

The caliber of the people at the party was really not low, even idly chatting with them could yield insights you couldn’t learn from the outside.

Isn’t it said that women inherently have an advantage in socializing? Monica’s beauty and sensuality easily sparked men’s competitive spirits and desire to chat.

This had nothing to do with status or position, showcasing their strengths was innate to these Americans, who engaged in conversations everywhere, and being admired by a beautiful woman was always a joyful occasion.

At first, Joe Ga listened with great interest, but as time passed, he slowly started to realize something was amiss.

The number of people around him gradually increased, and a small circle had somehow formed around this fringe attendee.

Monica navigated skillfully among many elites, always offering an appreciative gaze at the right moment, and posing as an eager learner when encountering certain issues.

After getting her questions answered, she would extend sincere thanks and ask for the other person’s contact details.

This woman was a natural social star, for she seemed to instinctively know how to satisfy the human ego.

She was always able to throw in a new topic just before the conversation died, prompting everyone present to engage in discussion, and each time she would connect with a master in some niche field.

Even the female companions brought by the elites didn’t feel neglected, a joke laced with envy or a sincere compliment would brighten their moods.

Monica showed Joe Ga what she was truly adept at; where was the alluring siren, always aiming to climb into his bed?

At the very least, she was a ’postdoctoral fellow’ in socializing, an outstanding female CEO!

Then a bizarre situation occurred, Joe Ga made a few friends.

They looked at him with envy and expressed admiration for him being able to have such a perfect woman, then they exchanged contact information and agreed to meet when they were free.

Only at that moment did Joe Ga realize, these were the individuals Monica had selected as worthy of getting to know.

The feeling was odd, Joe Ga, someone with decent social skills, suddenly felt he couldn’t keep up with Monica’s rhythm.

Just when Joe Ga was a bit distracted, a discordant voice emerged...

"I wonder what Mr. Pas’s thoughts are on the recent fluctuations of the Euro?"

The name on Joe Ga’s passport was George Pas, but he hadn’t really gotten used to the name until Monica gently tugged at him, reminding him that someone was talking to him...

Looking at a handsome young man wearing a designer suit, with slicked-back hair and holding a champagne glass, Joe Ga laughed and said, "Buddy, you might have asked the wrong person. I own a defense company, I don’t understand finance."

As Joe Ga looked at the young man with a mocking gleam in his eye, he shook his head and said, "I don’t know why the Euro is volatile, but I do know I should hand my money to someone who knows why to invest it for me.

To me, finding the right person is more important than finding the right stock. That’s my investment strategy."

With a single sentence, Joe Ga had positioned himself as an investor, instantly freezing the young elite’s smile on his face.

As suppressed laughter circled around him, the probably inherently sharp young man said a bit provocatively, "Oh? How much idle capital do you have?

If it’s over a hundred million US Dollars, our ’Kenbo Investment Company’ would be willing to manage your wealth.

Currently, our company’s clients have an average annual return of about 8%, while my clients reached a 12% return last year."

Just as Joe Ga was becoming the center of attention because of this young man’s question, he sighed and was about to say a few flattering words to smooth things over when he felt someone patting his shoulder...

"Hu Lang, don’t forget you’re my partner, investing your money with such small fry amounts to distrust in me."

Joe Ga was taken aback for a moment before turning to see Gami, dressed in a gray lady’s suit, her presence so commanding that everyone around naturally made way and lowered their heads...

Joe Ga wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed like all the financial elites around knew who Gami was; the young elite’s expression was particularly bizarre.

After hugging Gami forcefully, Joe Ga, like a true big shot, did not make things difficult for the young man. Instead, he reached out to shake his hand, then patted his arm and said with a laugh, "Leave me your number; we don’t get many young men as confident as you, and there might actually be an opportunity for us to cooperate in the future."

Realizing he had made a foolish mistake, the young man subconsciously took out a business card to hand to Joe Ga, but Monica intercepted it halfway.

Monica, looking at the young man’s difficult expression, kept silent, merely holding the business card to indicate she had received it.

Without a single word, Monica’s body language conveyed her message very clearly...

"You’re just a minor character. If you want to contact my boss, you first need to prove your capability to me."

Monica, indirectly stepping on the young man, elevated the few guys who had exchanged contact information with Joe Ga, naturally inclining their represented groups emotionally towards Joe Ga’s side, not feeling at all like he was bullying the young man.

This was true social artistry!

No one can make things perfect, and it’s not realistic to please everyone.

Having one or a few ’enemies’ can sometimes unify a group of people even more!

Joe Ga really wasn’t concerned about the young man because those gathering around him were executives of major financial groups—the ’doers’, and the real tycoons were in another circle entirely.

Just as Gami said, the money he invested in the financial market was all in the ’Pirate Fund’. Chatting with these ’doers’ was really just satisfying his curiosity.

Observing Gami looking at Monica with a peculiar gaze, Joe Ga laughed as he wrapped his arm around Gami’s shoulders and asked, "What brings you here?"

Not sure if it was his imagination, Joe Ga heard strange murmurs around him, as if his move bore some odd significance?

Realizing something was amiss, Joe Ga smiled apologetically at the few friends he had just made and pushed Gami to walk outwards, saying, "What’s going on, those people seem really scared of you?"

Gami, with Joe Ga’s arm slung over her shoulder, could only look sideways at Monica trailing far behind like a little wife. She said, somewhat annoyed, "What’s with you, too? Nis has such nice girls!"

As Gami gazed into Joe Ga’s clear eyes and saw a helpless look, she realized she might have misunderstood something. But the big sister never apologized; instead, she took Joe Ga’s arm and said, "How could I miss out on the thrilling act of stealing a princess?

My plane is fully fueled and ready to take off at any time. I came to help you, and I’ve brought reinforcements."