“Stella, over here.”
Although the people in the banquet hall were of similar age, there were also ordinary-looking people, because those who could come here were not judged by their looks, but by their family background.
They were either the wives of high-ranking officials or the distinguished daughters of influential families, all having received excellent education.
It was rare to see people who were envious, snobbish or looked down on others here. Those who could come here were not fools. On the surface, this may seem like a regular salon, but in reality, it was a form of private interpersonal interaction.
A chance encounter today might prove to be very useful in the future. Even if they don’t like it, they have long learned the art of playing along when necessary.
The women gathered in pairs or threes represented the factions they stood behind. Stella naturally represented Tesoro. As the current general manager of the colossal entity known as Beasts Fruits, Tesoro had garnered much attention in recent years.
Especially since he also works part-time as a singer, frequently making public appearances.
After professional vocal training and considering his innate talent in this field, he has gained a modest level of fame. This is also the most distinctive aspect of the entertainment company he established, which only promotes himself and Stella.
Many had tried to climb into his bed, but they all failed. No one could shake Stella’s position in his heart—the moonlight that appeared in the darkest moments of his life.
She gave his life a new motivation. Hence, those seeking business connections tried to take the route of approaching Madame Stella, hoping to indirectly influence Tesoro through her.
Some harbored dangerous thoughts, which was why Stella now had Tanaka, a special bodyguard, by her side, along with the Persian, Little White. Despite its seemingly ordinary appearance, its paws have been stained with blood.
Different types of cats surrounded them. Before Stella arrived, the interactions among these cats were far from pleasant, with some unfamiliar cats glaring at each other.
Some cats were even confined to cages, clearly owned by people who usually didn’t keep cats but had bought one temporarily for participating in the salon.
However, with the arrival of Little White, both the meowing cats in cages and those outside stopped what they were doing. Several, having been disciplined by it before, even huddled together.
“Your Little White is so obedient. I’ve been trying to find this breed, but it’s too rare.”
“Tesoro said it’s a rare breed from a certain Island of Rare Animals. It’s not surprising that it’s so rare.”
This is the source of Persian’s identity to the outside world. Little White also has a gold chain on his head, which is connected to the ruby on his head. This luxurious outfit is very popular in this circle.
“It’s too rare. My little kitty has been in heat recently; what do you think about letting them give it a try?”
“It depends on their own willingness. Little White is quite independent.”
This wasn’t the first time a cat had wanted to mate with Little White. However, as a Persian, it had no interest in those ordinary cats. It just curled up on the sofa, licking its paws, occasionally glancing at people approaching Stella.
“Let’s discuss it later. It seems like the people here have come up with some new tricks. Are these products from your company?”
Unlike the food on Whole Cake Island, which focuses on taste, it was unknown whether the things here were delicious, but they certainly looked too expensive.
Next came the familiar topic among women—mostly flattering each other, sharing some scandals about bankrupt people, and Stella also found her opportunity.
One use of Amber Lead was as a sweetener. Ground into a fine powder, it sparkled like edible gold leaf. Seen as a highly expensive seasoning by the upper class, not presenting Amber Lead at a banquet would invite disdain.
Moreover, it was harmless when consumed; it won’t remain in the human body like during smelting but will be naturally expelled. This is one aspect that perplexes researchers— the nature of Amber Lead is truly peculiar.
“I heard there’s been a major incident in Flevance, and the price of Amber Lead in the market has skyrocketed.”
“I heard it’s some kind of epidemic. Seems like a lot of people died. Stella, what are you doing?”
While some people were sprinkling sugar mixed with Amber Lead, Stella took out a small spray bottle and sprayed it around.
“Eh? You guys don’t know? I heard it’s not any epidemic over there; rather it’s Amber Lead poisoning. This stuff is poisonous. And those afflicted develop white spots all over their bodies, and their faces look like they’ve been shattered.”
She deliberately exaggerated some facts, adding to their fear. Although she hadn’t presented any evidence yet, they all stopped what they were doing, even hesitating as they looked at the cutlery made of Amber Lead.
Eating might not necessarily cause any issues, but not eating definitely ensured safety. Everyone cared about their face.
But at this moment, Stella unabashedly continued to use Amber Lead.
“Didn’t you say this stuff is poisonous?”
“Yeah, but this is a special medicine, specifically for dealing with Amber Lead issues. Using this, there’s nothing to worry about.”
The plan proceeded as usual, and there was someone cooperating with her—none other than the wife of the person Tesoro bribed recently. Seeds were planted about the problem of Amber Lead in this ordinary salon, and with the right opportunity, these seeds would fully germinate.
And the person holding that opportunity was currently making people work overtime to print newspapers.
“Let’s all give it our best. Although it’s a last-minute revision, I believe in your abilities!”
Morgans stood on a table, rallying his employees while holding information he had just received. He didn’t bother verifying the authenticity of the information because the photos and intelligence were too detailed.
Even if it was fake, these were enough to make most people believe.
There was no mosaic here—burned bodies, blood-stained soldiers in chemical suits, fallen doctors and patients. The one taking the photos seemed to be invisible, their technology on par with photographers of wanted posters.
If not for the unimaginable technology of photographers in this world, giving these photos to the Approaching Science program would be enough for them to shoot a special episode for a year.
“President, isn’t this news a bit too explosive?”
“Kwahahaha, what nonsense are you spouting? It’s precisely because it’s explosive that we have to publish it. This is big news! Human greed has wiped out an entire country; that’s what captures people’s attention!”
Although the issue of the World Government investigating the mineral deposits was not mentioned in it, the remaining information was enough for the neighboring citizens to feel a threat.
“But, President, what about the other news? Look at this person; his new song is supposed to make the headlines. You promised him that last time.”
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