Wouldn't That Be Too Much of a Coincidence?

"Hello sir, this is my business card. Perhaps I can take a few minutes of your time..."

Lyme, holding his wine glass, found his first target: a middle-aged man with a young girl beside him.

He used to despise young girls who clung to older men, considering it a sign of depravity. But now, he doesn't think that way anymore; everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness.

Moreover, he likes this pairing, which means that men are more proactive about money in order to demonstrate their value in relationships—young girls looking for older men can't possibly be because of their good physique, it can only be for their money.

Therefore, constantly displaying an attitude of "I'm a fucking rich man you can't live without, you slut" can greatly help solidify the relationship.

This is why people often hear about wealthy old men spending lavishly on their young wives, but rarely hear about them buying expensive things for their first wives. In the latter relationship, what sustains them is not money, but affection, which is expressed in a different way.

In other words, even if the man isn't interested in your ideas, he'll still listen attentively. It seems complicated, but it's actually quite simple.

The man took Lyme's business card. He slightly raised his head, his eyes rolling downwards, looking at the card with a slightly arrogant air—it was an instinct. "Lyme?!"

He read out the name on the list before turning his gaze to Lyme himself. He sized Lyme up by his attire, then glanced at his watch. "You have sixty seconds, starting now!"

Lyme was taken aback for a moment. He had actually met some more difficult clients, but the gentlemen he had met recently had all been like gentlemen. The sudden appearance of an impolite person made him seem very special.

Even if the gentlemen weren't interested in what he was saying, they would patiently listen to him finish speaking before politely refusing him. It was rare to find someone like this gentleman who so abruptly gave him only sixty seconds.

"Skip the unnecessary formalities, sir, are you interested in investing in building a railway?" Time was of the essence, so Lyme went straight to the point.

The man standing opposite him frowned slightly. "Go on, you have fifty seconds left."

Despite his repulsive attitude, he still couldn't influence Lyme, which was exactly why Lin Qi had taken a liking to him at first sight.

Stockbrokers at the bottom of the financial world, who make a living through fraud, have experienced far more than ordinary people can imagine. Some of these experiences are brutal, and some are even humiliating.

For example, there was once a Stock Broker who kissed a female client's buttocks in order to get her to buy his "Little Yellow Sheet" (a type of brothel stock).

He had experienced hell, and now stood in heaven, where even the most wicked people were more kind and gentle than those in hell! "The company I work for has secured a huge project; we're building at least three railways, each over a thousand kilometers long, spanning an entire region of Nagaril..."

The man standing opposite Lyme interrupted him, "Three thousand-kilometer railways, do you have the money? Do you know how much it would cost to build these railways?"

Lyme remained neither pleased nor angry, maintaining his persuasive expression and smile. "That's why we're standing here discussing this. If you're interested, we can talk over there. Whether it's investing in shares or bonds, I believe there will be a substantial return!"

He glanced at the young girl next to the man, then quickly looked back at the man. This small gesture was noticed by the man opposite him, and it was actually a very special hint.

The general message they wanted to convey was, "Whether you're willing to invest or not, you can come and talk. This way, you can demonstrate your wealth, which will be more attractive to young girls." That's roughly the idea.

It may seem like doing this doesn't make much sense, but anyone who truly understands sales knows that the hardest part of the sales process isn't "how to persuade the other party," but "getting the other party to listen to you continue."

Lyme chose a good entry point. As long as he walked aside with this man, even if it was just a casual chat, he could express some of his thoughts and conversational skills, and it wouldn't matter if the other party still refused.

Surprisingly, the man refused. "I'm not interested in your offer, and with that money, I'd rather invest in my own railway..." He raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and, still with his chin slightly raised, looked down at him. "Sixty seconds are up. I'm sorry, you haven't convinced me. Well then..."

Lyme looked regretful and stepped aside. He watched the man and his companion leave, shook his head, then rallied and moved on to the next person.

"Hello sir, this is my business card. Perhaps I can take a few minutes of your time..."

"It's really inappropriate to let an ordinary person organize such an event. Look at them, they're letting just anyone in!" the man who had just given Lyme sixty seconds complained with some dissatisfaction.

But this was just a complaint, because he knew very well that this level of activity was like a pilgrimage for many speculators! They would do anything to get in, and the fund recruiter from earlier was one of them. If he had the ability and qualifications to manage three 1,000-kilometer railways, he wouldn't be here trying to scam people through sales pitches.

All it takes is to get this company listed on the stock exchange, and shareholders will be willing to invest all the little money they have left.

The girl beside him comforted him, "Don't be angry, Father. There's nothing to be angry about. Actually, from another perspective, they're quite pitiful, aren't they?"

The man looked at him and said, "I hate the way he looks at you. He thinks you're mine..." He quickly shut his mouth, which was also the reason for his anger.

That damned young man actually thought his daughter was his Mistress. It's absolutely despicable, horrible, and disgusting.

The girl smiled and offered a few more words of comfort, but her mood quickly soured.

Her father noticed her change in mood immediately. "Did that jerk from earlier upset you?"

The girl blinked and looked up at her father. "Sad?"

"No, that's not it. Something happened to me today..."

The man smiled slightly. "I don't know if you'd be willing to chat with this old man. You know, the longer you live, the more interesting things you encounter. Maybe I can offer you some help."

The girl hesitated, but after her father's repeated questioning, she finally sighed and said, "You don't know, this year the school received a lot of Recommended Students, one in ten. I'm very dissatisfied with the school's approach. I talked to them, but..."

"But they didn't agree to your reasonable request?" The man stopped in his tracks. "Maybe I should find some time to talk to them."

The girl sighed again, "It's not like that, it's something beyond our control. You don't know, I just told them all this, and then..."

Just as the girl was about to confide in her about the unpleasantness of the morning, someone interrupted their conversation with her father.

"Did I disturb you?" A familiar voice called out. When the girl turned around, she saw Mr. Truman. He had finished chatting with others and happened to see the father and daughter. He walked over to them.

Anna's father was named "Patu Akinger". This name actually has a very special background. According to his family, their ancestors were nobles who were exiled to this continent from the Madero Empire.

Well, although they were exiled, they were at least nobles, and in the former Madero Empire, there was indeed a count with the Earl "Akiner" who was exiled.

These people claimed to be descendants of nobles, which sounded a bit ridiculous. At first, no one might have thought so, but over the centuries, the claim of noble blood by each generation of their successors has gradually been accepted.

"The shining star among capitalists"—that's what they call themselves. Patu is the Family Head in this generation and also a third-level member of the Saint and Harmony Society.

This also reflects the power of the Saint and Harmony Society. Even if you are a nobleman, if you want to thrive on this continent, you must follow the rules of the Saint and Harmony Society.

Mr. Truman interrupted the father and daughter's conversation. Patu, as the Sect Leader of "Star Dream Butterfly," the largest conglomerate in the East, was well-positioned to secure a stable position at this dinner party where Nagaril's interests were being divided, both in terms of his personal status and the conglomerate's background.

They will be quite important in some of the work ahead, so Mr. Truman took the initiative to come over as soon as he finished his conversation. That was the purpose of this buffet.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Truman!" Patu finally stopped raising his chin; everyone knew how important Mr. Truman was.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Truman..." Anna followed up with a greeting.

Mr. Truman nodded. He was actually a little unaccustomed to their slightly curled "r" sound when they said "good afternoon," a sound supposedly only used by true nobles.

"I was thinking of coming over earlier, but there were some things I hadn't taken care of. Now that I have some free time, I'd like to introduce you to a very interesting young friend. I'm sure you'll like him," Mr. Truman called out to Lin Qi, who was talking to someone with his back to them.

Lin Qi glanced back at him, then politely and apologetically ended his conversation with a businessman in front of him and walked over.

"Let me introduce you. This is Patu, Patu Akinger, and this is his daughter, Miss Anna..."