How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

If this incident had occurred an hour ago, he would only have dealt with it in a perfunctory way, or rather, leaned slightly more towards Michel.

After all, although he was eager to befriend Gu Heng, a fellow supercar enthusiast, personal relations would definitely not take precedence over corporate interests.

As for now, the reason he could unhesitatingly side with Gu Heng was also because of interests. @@novelbin@@

Gu Heng had already confirmed a deal with Douglas Pignol, amounting to millions of euros. Clearly, Gu Heng’s financial strength was massive. If he could become good friends with Gu Heng, the value generated would undoubtedly be a thousand times, even ten thousand times stronger than with partners like Michel and Mary.

Whether he discriminated or not, to Frederick Arnault, it simply didn’t matter...

He only cared about tangible benefits...

Gu Heng could guess what was on Frederick Arnault’s mind and nodded at him with a smile.

As for Douglas Pignol, now tangled in a multi-million euro deal with Gu Heng, he clearly took his side, announcing loudly, "Just now, I sold Kurson Manor, right beneath our feet, to Mr. Gu Heng for 12.5 million euros.

Mr. Gu Heng is now the owner of this manor, which means, he is the host of this event."

Getting the hint, Gu Heng didn’t say much more, but spoke up fluently in French, "I have never asked for an apology from Mr. Michel and Lady Mary. Whether they apologize or not doesn’t concern me. As the owner of the manor, I just want this low-class trash to roll out of my property."

As his words fell, Kurson immediately signaled the event’s security to approach the two...

If nothing unexpected happened, these so-called upper-crust French figures would soon be tossed out of the event just like dead dogs...

Seeing the security personnel approaching, the previously arrogant duo began to panic...

The reason he had been able to be so unscrupulous at this event was entirely because he was a partner of the LV group, and their continuous racial discrimination against Asians on social networks for six consecutive years had gone unpunished...

But unexpectedly, today they had crossed the line...

As an elite party, of course, numerous entertainment media were eager to capture some material. They were well aware that if they were indeed thrown out like dead dogs, they were very likely to dominate tomorrow’s French entertainment headlines...

At this thought, Skinny Mary, who hadn’t spoken up until then, couldn’t help but exclaim, "You can’t treat me like this! This is an insult to a great artist! Mr. Frederick Arnault! If you dare treat me this harshly, tomorrow I will hold a press conference! I will sue you, LV! Just wait for LV’s stock price to fall!"

Watching the hysterical Skinny Mary, Frederick Arnault couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

If this incident got out, it might affect LV’s market in China, possibly reducing LV’s stock price...

But if a so-called shitty artist could affect LV’s stock price by holding a press conference, then the Arnault family wouldn’t be the world’s wealthiest family...

And if he were to be a bit more excessive, the LV group could make it impossible for Mary’s press conference to ever take place...

Watching Michel and Skinny Mary being escorted away by security, Ouyang Nana stood in shock...

Was it resolved just like that?

She had thought the issue would become a big deal, possibly requiring governmental intervention to resolve...

But unexpectedly, from the moment Gu Heng stepped forward to now, it had only been a few minutes. These two, who had just unabashedly discriminated against Asians, these so-called upper-crust French figures, artists, were just tossed out like dead dogs?

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but whisper to Gu Heng, "Mr. Gu, might there be a problem with handling it this way? These two are, after all, artists in the French fashion circle with quite high status...

And also senior partners of LV...

Could this approach impact you?"

Hearing this, Gu Heng couldn’t help but laugh...

Then, in a very casual tone, he said, "I am a top-tier member of the LV group. If I wish, I can casually spend a million, ten million, a hundred million, or even more euros at LV. Do you think I am more important to the LV group, or are these two people more important?

Moreover, the so-called deeply influential artists are only so to the common man.

This is the West, this is France. My assets are a thousand times theirs. If I wish, I can spend a trivial amount of money to make it impossible for him to say a word in front of the media.

Let me put it in terms you can understand: only if I acknowledge them, do they remain artists.

If I don’t acknowledge them, they are no more than stray dogs eating filth in the sewers."

Having said that, Gu Heng smiled at Ouyang Nana, and then walked with Frederick Arnault and a few others towards the other side of the event...

And after the commotion, as if nothing had happened, all the so-called elites at the party continued to mingle, champagne in hand...

In the past, if Gu Heng encountered such a matter, he could only ineffectively condemn it online; now, without needing any further statement, he could directly solve the problem at its root...

This was the charm brought by wealth and status...