As the applause continued, Ethan also saw Sandro standing in the distant corner.
Sandro was raising his glass to him in a toast.
Ethan nodded back at him.
Sandro, my sword is sharper now, what about yours?
As the banquet resud, those who previously avoided Ethan were now crowding around.
Soone even condemned Ramon’s reckless words, saying it was jealousy of Ethan’s talent and character.
Such is the way of the world.
After a while, Ned accompanied Governor Oswaldo as they approached.
But this ti, the Black-robed Bishop Casar and his follower Ramon were absent.
Oswaldo seed to have forgotten the previous matters, warmly engaging in conversation with Ethan, eventually saying: "By the way, Ethan, in a few days, there will be a Saint Kuanti investnt eting at City Hall. A compassionate and successful businessman like you should attend. Let’s go together?"
"It would be my honor."
This was the matter Ned ntioned before, fortunately, Ethan successfully obtained an entry ticket.
After seeing off Oswaldo and Ned, Ethan intended to leave as well, but unexpectedly, a stranger stopped him.
This person was the man who bought his painting.
A new face.
"Mr. Ethan, do you have a mont? I would like to disturb you a bit," the man said, beginning to introduce himself.
"I am Jackson Matherwell, from the Royal Capital, a professional art collector. Your painting left astounded."
"You flatter ." Ethan shook his hand.
"Actually, I ca to Wenster upon Pupol’s recomndation and didn’t expect that besides the painting about ti, you completed such a masterpiece. No wonder Pupol praises you so highly; you are destined to beco a great master."
Jackson’s words were sowhat exaggerated.
But his speech was concise and powerful, and his deanor was impeccable, making it feel genuinely sincere.
"Actually, I would like to discuss cooperation in representing your works. I will soon take your ’Saint Kuanti’s Orphan’ back for promotion and it will certainly shock those people in the Royal Capital. Once your ti-related piece is completed, I will imdiately help promote you. You will quickly gain nationwide fa, and then we can organize an exhibition..."
He painted an extrely beautiful picture for Ethan.
Ethan nodded, finally saying: "I want to think about it first."
"No problem, here is my business card. I am staying at the Beihai Star for the next couple of days. If you have any thoughts, please contact first."
Jackson left a delicate business card, then departed without lingering.
After leaving the venue, Ethan handed the card to Anya, instructing her to investigate Jackson thoroughly.
Later, he was sure to expand nationwide and even globally.
Having a competent manager to help with operations would be beneficial indeed.
But first, he needed to ensure the other party wasn’t a fraud.
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Several days had passed since the charity banquet.
Ethan was enjoying smooth progress, not only securing several good plots at the subsequent Saint Kuanti investnt eting but also gaining prospects for expanding the weapon factory.
Upon learning Ethan wanted to establish a weapon factory, Oswaldo personally approached him, offering assistance in obtaining the expansion authorization.
Since he hailed from the central part of the Kingdom, where Steel City was located, a place with the most weapon factories.
Although the opening rights for weapon factories were firmly in the hands of the Kingdom’s military, there were always ways to circumvent them.
For instance, transferring an authorization qualification for a weapon factory.
Evidently, Oswaldo was willing to invest for his political achievents.
Everything was going smoothly, and the bootlegging business was reaching new heights.
The losses from the Saint Kuanti pollution were already fully recovered.
Ethan was ready to launch the initial business on the smuggling line purchased from the Corleone family.
Whether in the open or in the shadows, Ethan’s sword was growing sharper.
This day marked another new eting of the three major families.
With the situation having stabilized, the eting location was reassigned back to the third floor of the Beihai Star.
Yet the frawork now differed from the past.
Sandro still sat in the main seat, but Ethan was now sitting opposite him.
As for George, he sat aside, in a position of insignificance, mirroring his standing in the current situation.
Upon sitting down, John Hott enthusiastically praised Ethan’s performance at the charity banquet, his painting, and his speech.
"Truly brought us prestige," though John Hott was wealthy and sowhat influential, in the face of true nobility, he was akin to those in the mire.
This comnt soured George’s mood, as he hadn’t even qualified to attend the banquet.
Ethan was expanding his distance from him at an unimaginable speed.
He wondered, would he still have a chance for revenge?
"Ladies and gentlen, the reason for inviting you today is to discuss sothing."
At this, Sandro lightly tapped the table, drawing everyone’s attention.
"Recently, our business has realigned, so there’s no need to overly focus on these aspects for now. So, should we reconsider so past accounts?"
This comnt made Ethan raise an eyebrow, while George instantly grew tense.
Past accounts, what did that an?
John Hott and others also grew slightly tense, wondering what Sandro intended to settle.
"Don’t misunderstand, friends. I an we need to make soone pay, soone who almost destroyed our enterprise."
Sandro raised a finger, slowly uttering a na.
"Albertine Court."
"That Prohibition Agent?" George slightly relaxed, at least it wasn’t aid at him.
"I’ve heard this person has been suspended," John Hott nodded, relaying new information, "Does he still pose a threat to us?"
"Marvin values him greatly, the suspension is likely temporary, hard to say what plots he might have later," Sandro continued, "So rather than giving him a chance to obstruct us again, we might as well eliminate him now."
"But he is a Prohibition Agent after all..." John Hott expressed so concern.
"As far as I know, in the Saint Kuanti battle, he caused many deaths. Those above would be glad for his demise, and if we eliminate him, nobody should care."
"I agree," George was the first to support, "It’s ti to show them so colors."
After exchanging glances, John Hott and the other brokers nodded as well.
Only Ethan remained.
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