Zhu Wencong hosted a party at his own estate, thanking the White people who had supported his speech in the morning.
Some of them, although they did not explicitly take a stand, showed by their attendance that they had thought things through.
Others were Zhu Wencong's clients, who had entrusted their funds to Jiuding Bank during the noon and afternoon hours.
In the face of herd mentality, nobody dared to be without an ounce of sense, not wanting to be left without what others had.
This was the first time Zhu Wencong had entertained White people; before, he had always been networking and blending into California's upper echelons.
"Boss, you really have a great deal of face! You actually managed to invite the entire upper class from the State Capitol!
You've achieved what we Asians couldn't even imagine. I'm truly... in awe!" Ma Zhiyuan, the head of the Chinese Business Association, marvelled.
