Aslan, who was at the center of the whirlpool, had already guessed Wade's plan, but did not realize that the huge whirlpool benefits it would bring had already made the big guys in Chester pay attention to him.
Just because he was preparing for a dinner party on Saturday night, which was supposed to be held last month, but he missed it due to injury and hospitalization.
In fact, Aslan was most comfortable when he was hospitalized. He didn't have to attend various banquets and salons. In the dead of night, he could study plans for human creation with his beloved wives. His life couldn't be more wonderful.
Now that he is discharged from the hospital, he naturally has to prepare the banquet. In fact, on Monday, he sent out invitations in advance so that the guests could prepare.
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
"Please come in." Aslan put down the information that Munster bought from the intelligence dealer and said.
It was some information about the elves that surprised Aslan. In the central countries, the status and status of the elves are very high. They also have their own country, but they are very mysterious and rarely appear in large numbers and walk around the countries.
It's just their spokesmen, there aren't many in number, but every one of them who appears is, at worst, a mentor-level expert.
The handle turned, the door opened, and Manster, wearing white gloves, walked in and said respectfully:
"Master, Mrs. Helen comes to visit you.
"Do you want to see her?"
Today is not class time, and isn't she mainly busy with dance classes at the Mengo Club recently?
Munster used the word "wife" to describe Helen, not to remind Aslan that Helen was a married woman, but that the other party had an outsider with her.
Aslan nodded with a slightly puzzled smile: "It's almost tea time, let's go a little earlier."
"Okay, I will invite Mrs. Helen to the living room on the second floor." Munster understood what his employer meant without any difficulty.
Aslan nodded lightly and said nothing more. With the help of his valet Aite, he put on his coat and went down to the second floor.
Soon, he saw Helen in the living room, who was dressed more and more stunningly.
I heard that Hathaway had opened a cosmetics company and had begun producing women's cosmetics. With her communicative talent, she quickly became famous in the upper class. Hathaway also opened a special store, which has become a shopping mall for many middle-class ladies.
A must-visit check-in spot.
Compared with the cosmetics made by magicians, no, they should be called skin care and beauty products, they are too expensive.
The cosmetics produced by Hathaway are affordable and specially designed for women. They meet the needs of women in all aspects. The most important thing is that they can greatly improve the appearance of users.
This is the reason why the madam is attracted to her.
Helen is wearing a dark blue dress today, with elegant accessories, flashy and restrained. Compared with the first time, Helen looks more tasteful and elegant.
Next to him was a middle-aged man in a formal dress. His appearance was unremarkable, but his eyes were reserved and bright. He was a middle-aged man full of wisdom.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Helen, I have been thinking about when I can visit you and ask you for Latin dance steps." Aslan said proactively but politely.
Helen responded with a smile: "Unfortunately, I have been a little busy recently, and many students' courses have been postponed."
Helen then introduced Aslan to the middle-aged man next to her.
"This is my husband's partner, Jesiah Valenzuela of Beresto Lighting Company."
Aslan smiled and greeted the other party.
After a few pleasantries about the recent weather, Aslan, who was sitting on the single sofa, picked up the bone china teacup and said:
"Helen, you are not just here to drink tea with me this time, are you?"
He could see that Helen was embarrassed and hesitant.
Helen half smiled and half sighed and said:
"I have heard about your knowledge and wisdom, and I believe you are a gentleman with excellent vision.
"Well, would you be interested in acquiring some shares of Beresto Lighting Company?"
"Why? Your husband plans to sell?" Aslan asked calmly.
Helen shook her head: "It's not my house, it's Mr. Jessea next to me who wants to sell it."
Aslan thought about this sentence, looked at Jesiah without leaving any trace, and did not ask immediately.
Jessea is also very calm.
When the maid came in and put away the silver three-layer tray for afternoon tea, she smiled and said, "Madam, why doesn't your husband buy it for himself?"
Helen spread her hands and said very generously: "I have no money. My family did acquire some, but compared to the shares of the entire Beresto Lighting Company, they are not worth mentioning."
Aslan couldn't help but chuckle.
Jesiah glanced at Helen unexpectedly.
From the brief chat between the two parties, it can be seen that the two have a good relationship. Two people who are not familiar with each other are relatively reserved and serious when chatting, and it is impossible to communicate in such a relaxed and comfortable manner.
No wonder Parks asked Helen to accompany him. With this relationship, it would be a little easier to talk later.
Helen used two fingers to twist a piece of fruit sandwich from the bottom silver tray, took a bite, chewed slowly, and swallowed it.
"Today's honey fruit is very good. You guys chat, I'll go see Avril Lavigne."
Helen would not waste her favors on this kind of thing. Bringing Jessel here would have given her enough face.
In Helen's eyes, Amuro has already joined the Mengo Club and is the top figure in Chester. The business of 10,000 to 20,000 US dollars is really not worth her waste of favors.
Jessel did not expect Helen to leave directly like this. He also planned to use Helen as a springboard to deepen the relationship between the two parties and raise the price as much as possible.
"Since the passage of the Magic Lamp Marketization Act, Beresto Lamps Company has developed rapidly, but Beresto Lamps Company's main magic lamp supplier is Lucien..."
"Do you want to threaten me?" Aslan put down the tea cup and asked with interest.
"Threat! No, no, Mr. Amuro, I was threatened to transfer all the shares to you. I have no choice."
Under Aslan's mental oppression and hypnosis, Jessel revealed his purpose.
"Who threatened you?"
Jessel shook his head and said: "I don't know either. The only thing that is certain is that my wife and children have been kidnapped."
"interesting!"
This was the first time he encountered this kind of use of professional power to involve business matters, and it felt new and strange.
But he definitely doesn't like it. If everyone likes to break the rules, how will there be order in the world?
He also reached out and took out a sandwich with high-quality ham from the bottom of the three-layer silver tray. He thought about it for more than ten seconds while eating:
"What is the valuation of the shares you have on hand? What price are you prepared to sell them for?"
Aslan has roughly guessed the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, and he also plans to play with him.