Munitions Empire

Tang Mo certainly liked parties, as they were reminiscent of the glamorous social gatherings filled with beauties that he often hosted in his previous life. Here, there were true socialites and enchanting belles; it was a place any man would enjoy.

Naturally, if you didn't have money, you could never throw such a party. Even the wealthy could only join in, without the means to organize one themselves.

How much money did Tang Mo have now? Even he wasn't quite sure anymore. The amount of money he possessed was beyond the comprehension of others in this world.

Therefore, he had the capability to host such parties, and his technology could make these events appear even more modern and vibrant.

Because of electricity, the hall truly had sufficient lighting, and everything began to somewhat resemble the settings Tang Mo was familiar with.

The guests tonight were all wealthy merchants, with no politicians in attendance, because this was essentially a gathering within the entertainment circle, intended to introduce the first generation of leading ladies selected by the Great Tang Group to the rich tycoons.

If these divinely bestowed actresses weren't too ambitious and didn't aspire to reach the pinnacle of the world, they could easily find a patron at this event and develop their careers within Great Tang Group's movie company, then leave their mark in the annals of cinema history.

As long as their acting skills were good enough, they might even become "queen of the screen" in the truest sense, becoming the first exceptional actresses of this era.

The Great Tang Group was already considering setting up the Brunas Awards, which would honor those with extraordinary influence in the film industry.

And if a woman wanted to go further and reach the top, she would need to overcome challenges, elevate herself enough, then stand before Tang Mo.

There were too many outstanding women in this world, and having a beautiful face was merely the least valuable addition in the cruel contest among women.

Do you know how little it can cost to buy one of those seemingly incomparably beautiful women? A few dozen Gold Coins are considered a high price.

In the shadows, ten Gold Coins could buy a life, and a hundred Gold Coins were a sum that could drive someone insane.

You think the Nobility commits all sorts of atrocities? In reality, in this world, most women willingly climb onto the beds of noblemen because without their patronage, they might not even have food to eat.

So, after Tang Mo finished his pleasantries with several merchants, beautifully dressed women occasionally passed by gracefully, whether intentionally or inadvertently.

Just like in photographs, some of these women resembled Anne Hathaway, while others bore a striking similarity to Scarlett Johansson. It was truly a feast for the eyes, fragrance filling the room.

It could be said that this was a garden of women exclusively for Tang Mo, a garden for him to appreciate and play with any way he wanted.

"They all belong to you tonight, Master. If you wish, all of them could be in your bed tonight... Three? Five? Or even... all of them...

It's possible."

"If you're going to joke like that, I might just train you to have a preference for men," Tang Mo said with a grin, looking at John who had appeared by his side with a drink in hand.

John, who had just been looking somewhat lascivious, immediately reined in his smile and explained seriously, "Master, I mean no disrespect. I merely think that these women are indeed very remarkable. Even measured against the standard of the legendary Elf Queen, these women can be described as beautiful."

"Elf Queen? Was she very pretty?" Tang Mo was more interested in this exotic and unfamiliar interworld style he had never seen.

He had, without doubt, been in super friendly relations with countless beautiful humans, but he had truly never tried it with Tyrande or Sylvanas...

"She's a character from legends. Even if she really existed, by now, there's probably nothing left but burial artifacts and bone dust," John spoke of the Elf Queen with no reverence, indicating that the woman either truly didn't exist or had been dead for too long.

Tang Mo extended his hand regretfully and gently clinked his glass against John's: "To the beautiful Elves."

"To the happiness of the female Elf... who becomes your first," John toasted, solemnly.

Sipping a taste of the unimaginably expensive Brunas vintage, John spoke with utmost admiration, "Sometimes I actually admire you, Master. I know you're aware of Susan's situation, right?"

"What are you referring to?" Tang Mo saw a woman resembling Eva Green not far away throwing him a clumsy flirtatious glance. He quickly averted his gaze to prevent any misunderstandings.

This really wasn't a joke. A mere look from him could now make these impassioned women indulge in wild fantasies or even believe they had caught his favor.

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They would likely find a waiter or a guard, and say they had received Tang Mo's permission to wait in his bedroom...

John didn't mind at all. After he noticed Tang Mo avert his gaze, he boldly raised his wine glass to the beautiful woman but simultaneously said to Tang Mo, "I find this kind of conversation rather dull, you know. Playing verbal fencing tires me out."

"I'm not playing verbal fencing. I genuinely don't know what you're talking about," Tang Mo continued to pretend cluelessness.

"Susan has been waiting for you to make her your woman... yet you show no interest whatsoever," John said, having exchanged meaningful glances with the lady opposite him, before turning to Tang Mo, "Do you have no interest in her at all?"

"Ah, so that's what you're referring to... John, you must understand, a man like me doesn't allow just any Tom, Dick, or Harry into my bed," Tang Mo feigned sudden realization, then after a brief pause, shook his head, "She may wish for it, but she's not qualified..."

He didn't want to keep a woman with no distinctive features by his side; after all, he was a picky person.

To him, Susan was too ordinary, unclean, and overly ambitious; with so many DEBUFFs, she obviously wasn't a good choice.

Sure enough, upon hearing Tang Mo speak in such a manner, John nodded, "So, you already know that Susan has been eliminating rivals, pushing out those beauties trying to make a name for themselves?"

Being in charge of managing the group's arts and entertainment circles, he naturally was privy to many internal scoops, "There was a nice girl named Qina before, but Susan found an excuse to squeeze her out of the theater troupe. Then another woman named Fanny also failed, expelled from the troupe..."

"Yes, I've heard some," Tang Mo expressed no surprise, as he had long been aware of these matters.

John startled, then stared at Tang Mo with some astonishment, as though trying to read something from him, "You sanctioned this situation, then?"

"Sort of! If those ambitious, capable women wish to climb into my bed, they should at least show some capability... so, they should at least take down Susan so that I know she has the ability to replace her and become a better choice for me, shouldn't I keep my pants on until then?" Tang Mo nodded thoughtfully, as if agreeing with John's guess.

Upon hearing Tang Mo admit he was indeed 'raising gu', John was briefly taken aback then suddenly burst into laughter, "Huh?... Hahaha! Master, the first time I met you, I thought you were an interesting person, really, now I'm even more certain of it, you truly are an... interesting person."

"You may discover even more sides to me in the future," Tang Mo swirled the wine in his glass.

John tentatively asked, "Would you like me to give Susan a little warning?"

Tang Mo stopped John from interfering, all confident, "No need, just keep an eye on her and prevent her from playing foul. I welcome competition, but not the malicious kind that breaks the rules."

"Understood!" John nodded slightly, "But aren't you worried that, in the end, no one will be able to replace Susan through competition?"

"That won't happen. If there comes a day when she exasperates me to the point of losing patience... I could indeed give her a fitting end!" Tang Mo looked at John confidently, "Do you think she could withstand troubles from a graduate of the Great Hall Women's Academy if I really sent one after her?"

John's expression turned animated, seemingly eager with anticipation, "I'm actually quite looking forward to that scene... Hehehe."

"Enough with the silly laughter! Get to work," Tang Mo waved his hand, John nodded and, holding his wine glass, backed away.

He moved to a corner, looked at two waiters who had followed him, and asked in a tone completely different from before, "Did you get all that?"

"Recorded it, sir!" both waiters replied very respectfully with a nod.

"The eldest son of Marquis Brunas has taken a liking to Number 116," one of the waiters reported the result of his work after replying.

"The wealthy Smith has just inquired about Number 76... I've already arranged someone to watch her," the other waiter followed up.

John nodded slightly, then signaled the two waiters with a look. They both bowed slightly and quietly withdrew, blending into the crowd of attendees.

"I've put the pieces in place, the rest is up to you..." John turned his head and spoke to a tall man with a teasing tone in his voice.

This man, who had no name and was always referred to as 'the bartender', didn't speak but simply walked away. As he passed by the stage, the live band was playing their instruments and singing, lifting the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

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