A tycoon like Li Wanhao, the richest man in Donghai City, could cause an earthquake in the city with just a casual stomp. Suddenly, he announced that he would be hosting a grand party at his castle that very evening. For those who wanted to climb the social ladder and gain benefits, this was like heaven. If they were lucky enough to gain the friendship of Li Wanhao or a boss of his level, they would no longer have to worry about making money for the rest of their lives. Instead, they would have to worry about how to spend it all.
Even if they couldn't attach themselves to these two, such a high-level party would still have countless affiliated bosses who did business with Li Wanhao, as well as various high-ranking officials in Donghai City. Attaching to any one of them would make their lives extraordinary.
Don't assume that the bosses of these affiliated companies are not wealthy. Take, for example, Li Wanhao's suppliers for ship spare parts and sundries; these two alone make tens of millions in pure profit each year from Li Wanhao.
Don't assume that these high-ranking officials are not rich. In China, although these officials may not seem wealthy, they are the ones who are most willing to spend money. For instance, a high-ranking official in Hong Kong confessed in court that he had spent over 70 million Hong Kong dollars on a female college student in Tianhai City, using public funds to buy her property, designer bags, and luxury cars.
Another example is a leader of a social security bureau in Tianhai City, who, driven by lust, turned 3 billion yuan of social security funds into a private treasury. Over a few years, 3 billion yuan vanished, and it wasn't until the court proceedings that he confessed to misappropriating public funds due to his lust.
Although countless people wanted to attend Li Wanhao's party, not everyone had the qualifications. When Li Wanhao sent out invitations, only the most special figures would receive a personal call from him. As for the affiliated company bosses, Li Jihao was responsible for their arrangements.
However, since it was a party, how could it be without the presence of charming socialites? These women, with their bright eyes, graceful figures, and alluring smiles, were the favorites of successful men.
Therefore, every time there was a party, Li Jihao would call some of the talent agencies he knew, and the agency bosses would send the beauties who wanted to become rich overnight to Li Jihao's castle.
Thinking of those who had become rich overnight by attaching themselves to a successful person, countless socialites, beauties, and socialites rushed into the highest-end beauty salons in Donghai City to get their hair styled, ready to show their most beautiful sides for the party.
The sudden influx of people caught the few high-end beauty salons in Donghai City off guard. With only a few top stylists and just a few hours in the afternoon, it would take several hours to do a proper hairstyle, meaning they could only serve a few people. However, seeing the long queue of dozens of people and the numerous beauties almost fighting over their turn, the salon manager was facing a happy dilemma.
If it weren't for the party at Li Wanhao's castle that evening, these material girls would have already started fighting to protect their faces and their chances of catching a rich man at the party.
However, the argument over the queue was getting more intense. The manager could only helplessly watch from the side, as each of these women was a high-level VIP client, known as "deep V" users, spending hundreds of thousands of yuan each year. Intervening rashly would offend any of them, which would not be worth it. The ordinary stylists also watched the situation, occasionally pointing and whispering about the beauties. These women usually wouldn't even look at them, acting like peacocks despite being just a bunch of chickens. The stylists had long wanted to see them humiliated, and today was the perfect opportunity. They were surprised to find that these women were just as ugly when they argued, with their scowls and glares, and they felt a great sense of satisfaction.
The manager also watched from the side, feeling a bit schadenfreude. However, when the argument turned physical, he knew he had to intervene to avoid losing more clients.
Although the manager was effeminate, he suddenly found the courage, possibly driven by the prospect of money. He extended his delicate fingers and wobbled into the crowd, separating the arguing women and pleading in a soft voice, "My dear friends, for my sake, please stop arguing."
The stylists knew their manager was effeminate and thought he had finally shown some backbone when he rushed into the crowd. However, his words made everyone burst out laughing, hiding behind the pillars.
The women, who usually knew each other from the same social circle, lost their interest in arguing when they heard the manager's words and thought about the party that evening. They could only queue up helplessly. The manager immediately called the boss to inform him of the situation, and the boss quickly sent top stylists from other branches to the main salon. Those who couldn't get a turn had to switch to other salons, even if it meant losing clients.
After these so-called socialites finished their hair, they rushed into luxury stores, putting away their old clothes and donning new ones with LV logos, Gucci high heels, Prada handbags, Hermes jewelry, and Dior perfume. By the time they were done, it was already 5 PM, just an hour before the party.
Although it was winter, the biting cold could not dampen the socialites' enthusiasm. When a group of women in thin blouses and short skirts appeared, they drew whistles from the men present.