These women are actually more anxious than the men; after all, every one of them came here with a purpose.
Besides, the male-to-female ratio here is seriously out of whack.
A straight one-to-five!
In other words, every man is guaranteed a match, but the ladies might not land a Diamond Bachelor.
So the ones who usually make the first move are mostly women.
Still, they always aim for the top targets first—too much competition; better grab them before someone else does.
Only if they can't hook the prime pick will they switch to the next options.
Watching a blond, chubby kid encircled by several Supermodels, Qi Yuan asked in envy, "Who's that?? The second he walked in, those women swarmed him like flies."
Wang Congcong explained, "Don't be fooled by his looks. Ever heard of Yong'an Group in the U.K.? Barring accidents, he's the next heir."
After that, the group instantly understood why the Young Ladies were so excited.
A rich second-gen of that calibre—even men feel compelled to go up and befriend him.
Qi Yuan saw the light. "Crap, got it. Sorry for bothering you—I'll quit rubbernecking and go hit on some girls myself."
Qin Fen sighed. "Those chicks are clearly out of my league. I'm out too—looks like anyone near him tonight is off-limits for us."
Yong'an U.K. is a business-services conglomerate.
It ranks among the world's leading auditors, tax, strategy, deal-making and advisory firms.
The group prides itself on grooming outstanding leaders.
It sits in the top 75 of the Fortune Global 500.
Its web of ties to top corporate chiefs runs deep.
After watching for a while, the men drifted apart to hunt their own targets.
Jiang Cheng stayed put.
His gaze lingered lazily over the models in the room.
He'd only skimmed that catalogue; he had no fixed goal in mind.
After all, browsing pictures feels like scrolling through online profiles.
Photos and stats are fine, but he prefers face-to-face—real and reliable.
Just as Jiang Cheng activated the Character Scanning System, the fatty surrounded by beauties suddenly locked eyes with him.
He let go of the two Supermodels in his arms and headed straight for Jiang Cheng.
As he approached, the party's attention swung to the pair.
Beaming warmly, he offered his hand and introduced himself in Chinese, "Hello, I'm Joshua—sorry to bother you; I'd love to get to know you."
Joshua's initiative took Jiang Cheng by surprise.
Up close, Jiang Cheng saw the guy's pitted face, sparse hair and pot-belly.
You had to admit: the dude really knew how to pick a womb.
With those looks, only a family like his could get the girls.
Otherwise, scoring chicks??
Dream on and take a cold shower.
Jiang Cheng racked his brain—he and Yong'an should have zero overlap, right?
Unsure why Joshua sought him out, he still politely shook the offered hand.
"Nice to meet you; I'm Jiang Cheng. Do we know each other?" he asked, puzzled.
Hearing Jiang Cheng's flawless English, Joshua relaxed even more.
Joshua's own Chinese wasn't terrible, just not fluent.
Using English was simply his way of showing respect.
Smiling, he nodded. "Our firm is Yong'an, headquartered in London, focused on business services. We partner extensively with Mingsheng Group."
Hearing Mingsheng, Jiang Cheng instantly understood—his second grand-uncle's company.
Joshua went on, "I haven't met you, but I've seen your photo. When I visited China with my father, Chairman Jiang Chenghong had your picture on his desk and proudly introduced you as his treasured grandson, saying we're about the same age and should meet someday. That photo happened to match the one in tonight's catalogue, so I recognised you at once."
Not everyone at the party was here solely for the Victorias Secret Supermodels.
With only the well-heeled invited, the gathering was prime for networking.
Before coming, Joshua had someone vet every attendee's background.
Overseas elite families can sometimes dig up intel faster than locals.
Among tonight's Chinese guests, Wang Congcong seemed top-tier, yet Joshua felt no need to court him.
After all, Wanda barely cracks the 300s on the Fortune Global 500.
Jiang Cheng was different—not just because of Mingsheng.
Low-key as it looks, Mingsheng's Chairman Jiang Chenghong is the actual controller of Hongyang Precision, ranked 20th worldwide.
Few know, and even if they do, the news never spreads.
Or rather, the moment you post it online, the link 404s the next second.
Privacy on these top clans simply can't be Googled.
Joshua also knew the real power behind Mingsheng.
According to Jiang Chenghong, Jiang Cheng is slated to succeed him.
So Joshua came tonight precisely to befriend Jiang Cheng.
As the two talked, the models began whispering.
"Isn't that the super-handsome Chinese guy from the book?"
"Yeah, I remember—his profile dazzled me. He's way hotter than most Chinese guys and built great, too."
"Why did Joshua approach him? Apart from being rich, he doesn't look special."
"Look at his Patek Philippe—Minute Repeater, over three million USD."
"I've seen Joshua at tons of parties—always aloof, people fawn over him. This Chinese guy must have some other status; Joshua's almost deferential."
"Exactly. I'm going over to introduce myself later."
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Amid the chatter, Chloe in the corner, champagne in hand, also turned to Jiang Cheng.
That evening she, too, had received the party's catalogue.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's page had actually made her happy.
She'd been afraid of running into a fraud.
But the verified info in the book backed everything Jiang Cheng had told her.
He really did own several companies in China.
Now, watching Joshua take the initiative to speak with him,
Chloe's interest in Jiang Cheng only deepened.