America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Pike boss summoned the welcoming staff of the auction to help with the valet parking, Allen Zhang naturally did not refuse either, handing over his car keys to the greeters before following Pike into the auction event, where he found the hall already full of chattering and laughing party-goers.

As soon as Allen Zhang entered with the Pike boss, he immediately became the focus of the entire room, and the General Sect Leader also noticed quite a few familiar faces.

A good number of the Hollywood socialites and Internet-famous socialites whom he had seen at the last auction were all there, painting their faces with exquisite makeup, dressed in formal gowns, sitting and taking photos on chairs, and occasionally chatting and laughing away with some company executives, as if they were freeloaders.

They managed to wrangle a ticket and no matter if it was a wedding or funeral, windy or raining, as long as there was a schedule for the auction, they'd be there punctually—the high society surely has its quirks, socialite gatherings would almost always include their presence.

Moreover, they were well-informed. There were leaders within their group with an extensive network of connections, able to chat with nearly anyone, and knew who were the new riches, who were pretending to have money when they had none, who was about to go bankrupt, what assets they have at home, and roughly how much wealth they had in their bank accounts, crystal clear, sharing information with each other, purposefully targeting you.

They obviously had some understanding of the General Sect Leader, subtly gathering information from others and sharing it in the socialite circles, knowing that he was a billionaire, noticing him the moment he walked in, and swiftly took action by approaching and greeting him.

"Hey! Mr. Jin, how are you?"

"Mr. Jin, do you have time to have a chat now?"

Allen Zhang also did not refuse, nodding with a smile, his pockets full, and soon surrounded by hunting hens.

"Mr. Jin, about the business card and phone number I gave you last time, why didn't you contact me?" A tall, sultry brunette beauty greeted the General Sect Leader.

"Did that happen? I'm so sorry, there were too many people at the time, I might not have noticed you, ma'am, you really are beautiful, and you have a great figure, surely you're not mad at me?" Allen Zhang smiled slightly.

"Of course, I'm not mad because we're not that familiar yet. I've always had a good impression of Mr. Jin, and I'm free tonight. After the auction, we could go out for a walk. I know a themed restaurant that serves delicious steak." The woman's intentions were very clear, openly inviting the General Sect Leader.

You want to eat steak? You want to eat me.

In their eyes, the General Sect Leader saw no superfluous impulse, only the intense passion for an entry ticket to high society and yearning for the leisurely life of a tycoon's wife.

They just wanted to find a rich and excellent family for their future children, where was the wrongdoing in that?

"I'm very sorry, I already have plans this evening, maybe another time?" Allen Zhang said.

"Okay, but don't forget me next time, okay? You can memorize my phone number with your eyes or your phone." The beauty leaned in close, lifting her skirt slightly, provocatively flirting with the General Sect Leader. Allen Zhang looked down to see a string of numbers tattooed on the inside of her thigh, and a little butterfly.

Fuck.

Thankfully, the General Sect Leader was unshaken due to his profound self-control, only taking a photo from her. He smiled slightly: "I will, dear, what's your name? Maybe I'll invite you to join me in my Lamborghini to my New Port villa sometime."

The socialite elatedly introduced herself, "I'm Mandy."

"I'll remember you. Darling."

Allen Zhang was having animated conversations with the curvy Internet-famous socialites, quickly gathering a crowd around him. In comparison, Pike boss next to him seemed somewhat out of place, all alone with his glass of wine, isolated and looking somewhat awkward.

That's reality for you. Everyone knew he was about to go bankrupt, out of capital, about to leave the scene, so of course people lost interest in him.

If Pike Company hadn't run into trouble, he would have still been able to draw lots of people, at least not lacking socialites lining up to pair up with him, even in threesomes.

The General Sect Leader's charisma was infinitely magnified at this moment, naturally causing discontent among many others.

Dude, are you eating all by yourself?

Can you handle so many?

Before you came, they were all around us, pandering, even if it meant being led on they were willing because they had money in their pocket, they had the initiative. Once you arrived, they all fucking ran off to you!

Is this a case of the good money driving out the bad?

As for the socialites, I may not actively engage with them, but I can't be without them by my side.

If they're not surrounding me, I rejected them twice, how else do I show my suave gentleman demeanor and loyalty to the family? How to let others know that I'm wealthy!

How to show that I'm a man of high quality who is above low-level tastes, and then catch even more fish.

Many people muttered jealously, "Who's this Asian guy? Does he have money and status?"

"You do business in the Fifth District and you don't know Mr. Jin?" someone asked in surprise.

"Is he famous?" a company executive inquired doubtfully, "I've heard that the Fifth District indeed had an oil tycoon emerge, could it be him? Must admit the luck is astonishing."

"He's a rather low-key billionaire, and beyond that, also an investor in a local Charity Foundation, supporting hundreds of homeless people, the head of the largest dynamic organization, and has been personally invited by Senator Jackson to join the high-tier members of the Feather Club, I've been wanting to meet him for a while now," replied the man.