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

have a batch of top-quality flour with me. Word is that Smith Co. has subsidiaries all across Cittadel. The way I see it, it's the perfect company

lingo of the

exploited legal loopholes. However,

the table. It wasn't a

if one-third of the people can buy my goods, I'll be able to bag a good profit. Tell me

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, do anything? You

defy me, Mr. Griffith?" Stenson stood up grimly with

just

on the collaboration?"

tucked his smile away and brought out his domineering

each other as the atmosphere grew

here is well aware of this 'flour' you're selling. Don't trouble us when we haven't messed with you. You do your business, and we do ours. I suggest

if this was Mesdra, they, the large taxpayers, were under federal government protection. If Stenson dared lay a finger on them, the cops would mess with

arrested, but they feared losing business. All in

reminding Stenson to mind

the room before sneering all of a sudden. "Well, well. It seems that everyone who had turned me down

"Some people think the whole world is against him, but in actuality, no one gives a

you rambling about, you old bag?!" exploded Stenson as he slammed the

not allowed to ramble to myself?!" Napoleon made

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

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