The Mistsea Trading Company's shareholder meeting officially began after nightfall. The venue had been done up rather nicely, too. At the Four Golden Flowers' direction, an area on the casino's second floor had been arranged to resemble a corporate annual gala. It was a little extravagant and a little tacky, but overall, it had been designed to look stately.
Rows of gilded chairs had been arranged in separate sections according to the guests' status and standing.
Old Huo had arranged it himself.
The purpose was to highlight the fact that there were differences even among shareholders. People like Marshal Heraclius, who had invested most of their fortune and made a killing, and who already had high status to begin with, naturally sat in the front rows. Everyone in his VIP section was of similar social standing to him. Most were old men and women, with the occasional middle-aged guest.
After taking their seats, they chatted and exchanged pleasantries, making plans to hold a private gathering once the meeting was over.
You wouldn't have known unless you looked. Once most of the VIP guests had taken their seats, the others were astonished to discover that more than half of the upper-class elite in Kaffahoka were here!
It seemed the rumors that the Mistsea Trading Company had far-reaching connections were no baseless hearsay. According to certain "well-informed sources," when the company was first making a name for itself, it had supposedly gone through Count Andre. In a feudal country, that was practically a direct line to the top.
Seeing it with their own eyes only strengthened the resolve of the small shareholders in the other sections to follow this mysterious trading company and make their fortunes alongside it.
As for the onlookers and potential customers who had been invited, they had been