"What do you mean, 'not a good fit'? You're a perfect fit!" Arthur said with conviction.
Arthur then began to explain. The gathering he spoke of was no ordinary party. Just as Su Chen had suspected, it was for the scions of top-tier families—filthy rich bigwigs from the "camel families" of the Middle East and the young masters and ladies from the royal and noble houses of Europe.
Their group had been meeting for several years. They gathered for a while around this time every year, looking to network and make deals. To put it bluntly, it was a small-scale trade summit.
A thought struck Su Chen. 'Could it be that Arthur invited me to New York because he wanted me to join this little circle?'
Although Arthur didn't know the full extent of Su Chen's background, he was certain of one thing: Su Chen definitely had connections within Huaxia.
'Don't tell me Arthur has his eyes on the Huaxian market?' The thought flashed through Su Chen's mind and grew stronger by the second.
