Qin Fen shook his head and muttered, "No wonder. With a background like that, everything that happened before makes sense."
Then he exclaimed, "Damn, Old Wang, why didn't you say so earlier? I always suspected his family wasn't simple, but I never imagined he's the heir to the Mingsheng Group. No wonder Old Jiang's cash flow is so insane. Have we been treating him badly? Good thing I never offended him…"
He continued, "But, Wang, the Mingsheng Group must be huge, right? Otherwise how could Wang Hao's family… The forces behind Wang Hao's rise aren't weak…"
"Stop overthinking. If Jiang Cheng hangs out with us, it means he doesn't care about our backgrounds. As long as we get along, that's enough. Don't imagine things. Besides, you're not asking him for favors—what's the use of knowing?"
Wang Cong coughed, then repeated what his old man had told him: "We're making friends with him now; the more we know, the less natural it feels. Keep things as they are—pure friendship—that's what lasts."
Qin Fen felt a sudden clarity. He nodded sincerely. "Worthy of Brother Wang, your perspective is on another level. I've learned something."
Though he said that, Qin Fen's regard for Jiang Cheng skyrocketed.
He placed Jiang Cheng on the same level as his own father.
"Alright, scram. Stop interrupting me while I'm picking up Girls." Wang Cong waved him off and hurried toward the Girls.
After Joshua left, women began approaching Jiang Cheng one after another.
Even some fairly famous Supermodels came over to chat and toast him.
As a Chinese, Jiang Cheng hadn't been the top target for most women at this party.
After all, their market was abroad.
So honestly, foreign men were more popular here.
But everything changed after Joshua spoke to Jiang Cheng.
After answering a few questions, Jiang Cheng found a seat and sat down.
The women who approached him all had hot figures, but some faces didn't suit his taste.
Especially those thick-lipped Barbie types that Foreigners find sexy—Jiang Cheng really couldn't appreciate them.
Just then a white woman in a gold-sequined strapless gown walked toward Jiang Cheng with sultry steps.
She gave a seductive smile and said, "Hi, Handsome Guy, I'm Bar Refaeli. Mind if we get to know each other?"
She extended her hand, looking at him expectantly.
Jiang Cheng looked at her fair, delicate, long fingers.
As expected of a model—even her hands were gorgeous, a textbook example for hand models.
He shook Bar Refaeli's hand while recalling her profile from the booklet.
The reason was simple: Bar Refaeli was stunning, far from flat and full of charm.
The kind that makes a man want to start sucking the moment he sees her.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's interest, Bar Refaeli curled her lips in confident pride. "I saw you during the show tonight, sitting near the exit. Honestly, you're the most handsome Chinese man I've ever seen."
After she spoke, Jiang Cheng finally remembered—she was the model who'd blown him a kiss on the runway.
His enthusiasm instantly dropped by half.
Because Wang Cong had mentioned Bar Refaeli: according to the info she was already married and had several kids.
In fact, not just Bar Refaeli—several Supermodels at this party were married.
Yet plenty of men were into that.
Jiang Cheng studied Bar Refaeli's pretty face and figure, conflicted.
He'd heard that the "Cao Thief" had his own kind of fun.
And it would be… very juicy?
With that anticipation, he quietly activated the Character Scanning System on Bar Refaeli.
[Name: Bar Refaeli]
[Age: 25]
[Height: 179 cm]
[Face: 90]
[Figure: 90]
[privacy value: 45]
[favorability value: 60]
Jiang Cheng's excitement vanished the moment he saw the stats.
As expected of the open-minded West.
He suddenly felt sorry for Bar Refaeli's husband—galloping across a vast grassland.
Strictly speaking, did this privacy value form before or after marriage?
Though he didn't know the details, the fact she'd attend such a party behind her husband's back meant the value would probably keep rising.
Bar Refaeli, puzzled by Jiang Cheng's sudden chill, didn't pester him. Experienced, she gracefully excused herself.
Seeing Bar Refaeli finally leave, Chloe—waiting nearby—seized the chance and walked straight up to Jiang Cheng.
She greeted him eagerly, "Hi! We meet again."
Jiang Cheng's lips curved into a tiny Nike-swoosh smile when he saw it was Chloe.
He'd hinted at Chloe at noon; though she hadn't agreed then, her coming back now meant she'd made up her mind.
Jiang Cheng didn't drag it out—everyone had the same booklet.
The data was on the table; there was no point pretending.
He asked bluntly, "So this is what you meant by 'finding resources' in the UK?"
Chloe didn't dodge; she admitted openly, "You know why everyone comes to these parties—money and profit. Of course I'm no exception. You saw it: our agency sent five models. If I don't fight for a chance, someone else will take it."
Jiang Cheng nodded understandingly. "So you and your colleagues have all picked your targets?"
Chloe didn't answer directly. "They all want to stay and develop here, so they chose local businessmen. Whether they succeed, I don't know—there are too many Girls on site."
"What about you?" Jiang Cheng countered.
"I thought I could be like them, but after arriving I suddenly didn't want to. We women are like Barbie dolls on a supermarket shelf, picked at will. If I succeed this time and get some shoots, what about next time? Will I have to do this again? It feels pointless. Now I just want to earn a bit of money and go home."