Chapter 971

Right as Stenson entered, he walked up to a guest and gave him a couple of solid pats, upsetting the guest.

However, Stenson made nothing of it and even downed the entire glass of the guest's liquor. After putting the glass down, Stenson wiped the wine stuck on his beard like a barbarian.

For a moment, awkwardness filled the atmosphere.

None welcomed him.

Of course, Stenson wasn't oblivious to it. He just didn't care. His gaze was filled with nothing but ridicule and contempt, for he believed the bunch of Cittadelians posed no threat to him.

After sweeping his gaze across the room, he eventually landed his eyes on Alexander.

"You must be Mr. Alexander Griffith, the founder of Cittadel's Smith Co. You sure are a fine man. I like you. What do you say we be friends?"

Alexander naturally had no plans to interact with the Hellen Family when Stenson wasn't on the guest list.

Stenson, on the other hand, wanted to see if Alexander would show him due respect when he approached Alexander without being solicited.

Better to make another friend than a foe. Alexander raised his glass in the air, not wanting to stir up problems. "I had actually planned on personally visiting you later, Mr. Stenson. Since it's fated that we meet today, here's a glass for you. I look forward to being under your care, Mr. Stenson."

As ever-changing as the rules were in a business social engagement, the core principles remained—those who drank more were ultimately less superior.

younger, Alexander would never have given a damn about scoundrels like Stenson. But he has a family now, and he has to think about the consequences of his every action. So, he had to learn to be

have a good chance for you. I have a batch of top-quality flour with me. Word is that Smith Co. has subsidiaries all across Cittadel.

a lingo of the underworld. Something shady

However, they stood by

glass down on the table. It wasn't a toast he could afford

Cittadel is a large market, and if one-third of the people can buy my goods, I'll be able to bag a good profit.

to spend the money, that is. If even a family as impressive as the Hellens can't expand their business toward Cittadel, how can I, a defenseless businessman,

Mr. Griffith?" Stenson stood up grimly with his arms akimbo at

said Alexander, unruffled. "I just want to do honest business and live a few

on the collaboration?"

Alexander tucked his

into each other as the

remained silent all this while, stepped in. "Stenson, everyone here is well aware of this 'flour' you're selling. Don't trouble us when we haven't messed with you. You

taxpayers, were under federal government protection. If Stenson dared lay a finger on them,

but they feared losing business. All in all, they still

reminding Stenson to mind

a few seconds, then swept his gaze across the room before sneering all of a sudden. "Well, well. It seems that everyone who had turned me down is here. I was wondering why Alexander Griffith is so ​​emboldened. So, you two are backing him up, eh? I

world is against him, but in

you old bag?!" exploded

to myself?!" Napoleon made nothing of

a heartless profiteer that makes money by leeching on other people! What right does he think he has to raise

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