"Mr. Jiobaf would like to talk to you," Lance turned to look at the person beside him, someone he had seen before, Mr. Jiobaf's assistant.
He had ended his conversation with these young men prematurely and, after leaving his contact details, left the place with the assistant.
The name Jiobaf held a lot of weight among all imperial immigrants.
Perhaps in the Empire itself, nobility and power were what attracted people's attention, but here, it's about who is wealthier, and that's the focus.
Without a doubt, the rich Mr. Jiobaf was the center of attention, even though a significant part of his wealth actually came from those who looked up to him.
It was ironic, yet so true.
Capitalists had figured out a way to use the money of ordinary people to earn the money in ordinary people's pockets, and it worked well.
"Good morning, Mr. Jiobaf."
Mr. Jiobaf laughed heartily, "We've just greeted each other, and I called you over because I heard that you've made a big deal."
