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"Mr. Jin, hello..."

A crowd swarmed in, introducing themselves to Allen Zhang.

The details were a chaotic blur to the General Sect Leader, but it didn't matter—they were all talents, and they spoke pleasantly.

Besides the oil refinery and oil company folks, there were also many speculative investors and Foundations wanting to collaborate with the Hanberger Foundation to jointly probe the stock market trends.

To put it bluntly, wasn't this just them wanting the General Sect Leader to invest money for them to play the game of buying high and selling low, harvesting the money of small investors? Dividing the leeks' money on a thirty-seventy basis, while the money of the rich was to be fully returned.

Of course, there was a lot of risk involved.

Without any slick maneuvers, it would all be about large capital moving in and out quickly, throwing heavy punches, a dog-eat-dog world, all in bed with each other.

If the General Sect Leader were indeed greedy for profits, he might end up being the fall guy in the end.

Faced with the temptations and olive branches thrown at him, Allen Zhang steadfastly guarded his bottom line and principles, not swayed in the slightest.

He diplomatically said: "You all have very accurate information. I will consider it. If the price you offer is right, I indeed have the intention to sell my oil field. Perhaps you should also seriously consider giving me a more sincere offer."

The executives of oil companies and refineries admitted they had been presumptuous.

They weren't prepared this time but promised to bring generous gifts and pay a visit next time to discuss related business.

Having resources in hand really is different. Within a few minutes, the General Sect Leader had received over thirty business cards. A quick glance showed they were either selling mansions and villas, yachts, or bank funds, and there were even 18th-tier female celebrities delivering themselves to the door.

They were beautiful and had sensational figures, bright as headlights. The General Sect Leader even got a freebie when she pressed against him and stuffed her card into his waistband.

"Darling, remember to call me. As long as you call me, I'm free, I'll be there anytime."

After saying that, she boldly reached out her malicious hand and summoned the unextinguishable grip.

Allen Zhang took a deep breath.

Luckily, he had strong self-control and was well-experienced, so he wasn't charmed by her.

He glanced at the address and phone number on the business card.

Kaelin? Nice name.

She dared to approach the General Sect Leader without regard for secular views, mustering up the courage to invite him over, surely it wasn't just for some rice?

Definitely for access to resources and channels to make money. It's hard to find such diligent and hardworking girls who make a living based on their own labor, even with a lantern.

Many bystanders were curious and watched the high-echelon crowd around the General Sect Leader, and a shareholder from an entertainment company inquired dubiously, "What's happening? Why are so many people gathered, is there some exciting event?"

"Rumor has it that people from the oil company want to buy a private oil field. The other party has oil resources worth several billion US dollars."

"It seems to be the oil field over in Green Field Town." Many began to gossip.

"..." After hearing this, the entertainment company's shareholder's face turned green.

Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, isn't this the plot of land that we saw last time? Who would have thought there really was oil there? It's such a shame."

"Don't mention it." The shareholder took a deep breath, and while the other person didn't recognize him, he quickly left. Any longer and he would not be able to protect his reputation!

After all, he received anonymous messages in broad daylight with explicit photos from his silver party, out in the open, a bare-faced threat!

Look at how frightening that is! Is this still a society ruled by law? Is there still a law?

He crept away without a trace.

After entertaining those salespeople, Allen Zhang also left the scene with Old George.

"I told you so, you would definitely be popular. After all, you are a newly minted billionaire, they'd love nothing more than to latch onto you and suck your blood dry. The clients these people love the most are the newly rich, who are the most likely to impulsively buy assets. One misstep into bad habits, and you might unfortunately go bankrupt, then be forced to sell your properties at a low price," Old George teased.

"Then they've definitely got the wrong person. I am not your typical nouveau riche," Allen Zhang remarked with indifference.

"Hahaha, alright, if you're thinking about selling your assets down the line, remember to contact me. I will definitely give you a fair price!" Old George laughed heartily.

They chatted for a few more minutes, and then Old George left with his colleagues.

Allen Zhang also drove away from the auction street, and as he passed the traffic lights, he received a message from Rena.

He opened it and glanced at it.

Rena: Hello, billionaire. The director of Green Word Shelter, Cooper, wants to meet with you. You must have time, right? After all, your status is no small matter now. There are many people wanting to queue up at your door.

Allen Zhang: When? Now? Does Cooper have something?

Rena: I'm not too sure, it's probably his boss who wants to meet you. They have something to discuss.

Allen Zhang: Ok, it just so happens I was thinking of meeting with the City Council. I've been here so long and haven't gotten to know them yet. How much do you think they can earn every year as City Council members?

Rena: There are fifteen districts in Los Angeles, and each district has one City Council member. Their salaries are quite high, around $180,000 annually, even higher than the Governor of California's. In reality, nobody knows how much they really own. There are online guesses that they could be earning an additional $200,000 to $300,000 a year. The City Council member for Zone 5 is Cooper's boss.