While Jasmine, X, Charlie, and Anthony were engaged in conversation about Kian’s affair, Charlie’s father-inw, Jacob, stepped out of his house dressed in a suit, radiating happiness as he hailed a cab to Heaven Springs.


    nning to indulge in some wine that evening, Jacob opted to leave his BMW parked at home. He had already handed Charlie his car keys so that Charlie could drive to Heaven Springs to pick him up after dinner.


    During this period, Jacob had no particr hobbies; instead, he found joy in exploring antiques, cultural relics, and the art of calligraphy and painting. This passion led him to join the Calligraphy and Painting Association.


    Jacob’s decision to treat everyone to dinner that night stemmed from his desire topete for the position of standing director within the association.


    To demonstrate his respect for the association’s leaders, he intentionally brought along the twenty thousand dors that Charlie had transferred to him, which he used to book a bronze room at Heaven Springs.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Although this was the most economical option at Heaven Springs, it still surpassed the quality of most other restaurants in the city.


    Upon arriving at Heaven Springs, Jacob discovered that Don Albert was still en route.


    Unaware of Jacob’s identity, the waiter led him straight to the bronze room he had reserved for the evening.


    Seeing that he was the first to arrive, Jacob felt a wave of calm wash over him. He settled into his seat, patiently awaiting the arrival of his guests.


    A few momentster, the door to the private room swung open, revealing a middle-aged man who appeared to be around Jacob’s age.


    Upon noticing Jacob, the man approached with a smile, saying, “You’re early, Brother Jacob! When did you get here?”


    Jacob quickly replied, “Brother David, I’ve only been here a short while. Since the president and executive directors are all attending this dinner I’m hosting, I feel truly honored and excited. That’s why I arrived early to await everyone’s arrival.”


    The middle-aged man was David Phillips, a standing director of the Calligraphy and Painting Association.


    Jacob and David shared a strong bond, united by their mutual interest in antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. They often explored Antique Street together, which solidified their friendship.


    When David learned that Jacob wished topete for the role of executive director, he was the first to offer his support.


    Moreover, the fact that many leaders andmittee members agreed to join Jacob for dinner today wasrgely due to their respect for David.


    Seeing Jacob’s polite demeanor, David chuckled, “Jacob, you’re being far too courteous!”


    Jacob quickly gestured for David to take a seat, saying, “Brother David, please, have a seat!”


    However, David wasn’t in a rush to sit down. Since the other guests hadn’t arrived yet, he seized the opportunity to quietly advise Jacob, “Brother Jacob, I’m genuinely pleased that you’re interested in the standing director position. However, not everyone in the association may share your enthusiasm!”<fn7a3a> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find?novel</fn7a3a>


    Jacob felt a twinge of concern upon hearing David’s words and urged, “Brother David, please borate.”


    David sighed and exined, “The executive director position is highly coveted, as it carries considerable authority and respect. Additionally, the executive director receives appearance fees of tens of thousands of dors for participating in antique programs. Thus, many individuals are vying for this role.”


    David continued, “Take Samuel Yount, for example. I’ve heard he’s been privately bribing the chairman and other directors, showering them with gifts. In my opinion, he is currently your biggestpetitor!”