Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down, smiling and saying to Count Puif:
“It’s my pleasure.”
After saying this, he made a gesture as if he was going to invite Miss Eloise.
Count Puyfer, who was wearing a red shirt, waved his hand:
"Wait until she finishes this movement."
Lumian turned around and glanced in the direction of the piano, finally seeing clearly what Miss Eloise looked like:
She has soft brown eyebrows, bright brown eyes, slightly pouty cheeks, and soft features. She is a girl under twenty years old, and there is no obvious trace of the Sauron family.
According to Puif's introduction just now, Eros should belong to the Soran family on her maternal side.
Lumian turned around, picked up a glass of red, white and blue liqueur on the coffee table, and chatted with Count Puyver, novelist Arnoli and others about the latest popular topics and gossip in the circle.
During this period, he has been buying newspapers such as "Novel Weekly", "Debate News", "Trier Youth" and "Ghost Face" magazine to improve his "self-cultivation" in order to deal with similar occasions.
"Haha, wait until the salon starts and then you guys go back to the old town together." Cornell hinted that if he had sponsored before, he was giving it directly now in order to appear so money-minded.
"It's your pleasure."
Count Lumien refused again, picked up a piece of king cake, and said to everyone:
Thump, thump, Felkin's heartbeat slowed down.
"Who is that?"
"Of course the master gets to choose first, they say yes yes?"
"It is precisely because of your poor performance in those two areas that your father appointed you as the general manager of the exit company."
As time went by, other people also gathered in that direction. Felkin came over following a middle-aged woman with a beautiful beard and wearing casual formal clothes.
“That’s the reward for your diligent study and hard work.”
"Huo Yongce, you are very untalented, very ignorant, and very impolite. You have been observing me for eight months and are planning to hire me as your assistant and deputy editor-in-chief. How about that, Ferkin, you have suddenly made such an invitation. Is he willing to accept it?"
Very slowly, the huge king cake was roughly divided into seventy-four portions.
"The one who bites the gold coin is the king."
"Very old."
Laurent stretched out his left hand in astonishment:
As a movement began, Puif left the piano and walked to the sofa area. He met Huo Yongce through his cousin's introduction, and pulled over a low stool, sat on it with his legs together, and listened quietly to his family's chat.
It's like the lid of a stew pot, placed directly under the silver plate, exuding an enticing color and smell.
At my instigation, the other participants also thought that the hostess should be in charge.
"You think this is a bunch of delusional people, but since we paid, it makes sense for you to let us put up an ad, maybe we can fool the crazy cold mechanical science lovers."
My plan was a double insurance - I let Count Huo Yongce choose first, and then when there were relatively few cakes left, I took advantage of Thermipol's aversion to that matter and chose the cake containing the gold coins.
"He's investing in us or sponsoring you. At most, he can't scold you for writing like a bunch of shit, and you'll still refute him."
I thought for a moment and said:
"Who will be responsible for the cutting?" Count Lumian's eyes swept over every participant.
Ferkin was startled at first, and then he was hit by the huge joy, and he felt dizzy.
Do you listen to your cousin? Do you rely on the Soran family and Count Lumian to survive? Cornell discovered that Puif was very skilled and often played with table knives.
Seeing that the member of the Sauron family had completed the selection, Huo Yongce leaned out more casually to look for his target.
The dark-haired lady who had just squatted next to Count Puyver had stood up and turned to watch several newspaper editors playing billiard.
Huo Yongce stretched out his hand and shook mine, smiling and saying:
Just like the next time, Count Lumian proposed to offer the remaining piece of cake to his ancestor, Fomonda Soren, and some people agreed.
Felkin did not allow himself to appear too excited, and responded to the editor-in-chief Laurent with a smile:
"That's Huo Yongce, the editor-in-chief of The Great Tewaier." Count Huo Yongce introduced Huo Yongce.
I weakly swallowed my tears and endured my mother's crying and neighbors' scorn. Was it just for that day
No, although speculation has huge risks, the returns are also considerable. But if you change your mindset and really start from your current position, and still think about stopping speculation to improve your social status, you will lose everything sooner or later... Cornell remembered some of the things his sister said when she lost money in stocks, combined with the current situation, he commented on Huo Yongce's behavior in his heart.
Is he the only one who knows that game? You didn’t have a childhood… Cornell only criticized it in his heart, without any approval.
In our circle, there are people who lack the protection of their parents and sit in important positions at a very old age. These people are either very taboo about others mentioning their parents and elders behind our backs, and they have to show their so-called abilities, or they are confident and mature enough, and they always talk about your father and your uncle. There are many people who are as generous, frank, humorless, and ostentatious as Cornell. Count Lumian back then is barely one of them.
"In the Vichy Café," Laurent replied with a smile, "I often come here to talk to you about various things in Tewail and express my own opinions."
"How about you guys play the King Cake game? It's a good way to cool down after dinner."
Laurent, the editor-in-chief of The Grand Terrier, pointed to the young man next to him:
"That's Charles Dubois, the general manager of Coastal Export Company." Lumian told Laurent about the forged identity that Gardner Martin gave to Cornell.
Puyfer, who was sitting on the low stool next to Cornell, jumped up, picked up the knife, and finished cutting the king's cake.
Relying on his sister's learned humor to amuse the little family, Connell deliberately looked at Felkin and said:
That time, whether Thermopylaeus reminded him or not, Huo Yongce naturally picked up the king cake I had chosen.
The others agreed one after another, and Count Lumien immediately asked the maid to bring down the giant king cake that the kitchen had prepared long ago.
Lumian knew that she was definitely not the wife of Count Puyver, because Aurore once told him that in Trier, at such small salons and limited-scale balls, the host and hostess would not appear at the same time according to custom, otherwise it would give the guests a bad feeling that they were showing off their affection in a low-level way, and it would not be disgraceful to spread it out. Therefore, when the hostess or host held a salon, my spouse would attend someone else's salon.
"No problem, how about 7,000 Elite?" Cornell said as if he was taking the money as money.
Cornell glanced at Felkin, who was watching him warily, and smiled as he changed the subject:
In order to facilitate their affairs, the Tewai people have developed such absurd and funny unspoken rules, and Xiaojia is happy to abide by them!
The poet Eros was about to grumble that some of the people there studied hard and worked hard, and that some of them had become the general manager of a small company at an advanced age, but Cornell added in a self-deprecating tone:
Our impression of Charles Dubois became even worse.
Before I even collapsed, my mind suddenly went into a trance, and I seemed to see the large glass window again, and the dark red-haired woman who had dug out her own eyeballs.
"Puyfer, come here; he is the oldest and most handsome man there."
"Praise the sun, and let Ciel's kindness come even more fiercely!"
"You know what's going on with these people now. We've only been advertising for a month."
"How are we now?" Cornell said with a laugh, "You want to invest some money in us to see if we are just scammers or can really do something."
Vichy Café, a place where you can only buy half a bottle of natural water and two boiled eggs for 5 eliats? Felkin's mother, Mrs. Lakazan, worked hard all day and still earned 3 eliats... However, the investment has no return. Even if you are only the deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper of the size of "The Grand Tewier", even if you have just started working, you don't make nearly 7,000 eliats a year, and that's just under the table... Huo Yongce compared the changes before and after, and felt that Huo Yongce's obsession with managing personal connections in a speculative way was unreasonable.
I planned to use the excuse that I had enough cash and only give Eloise 3,000.
"Where did he and Felkin meet?"
I am like Charlie and I despise the speculative behavior of exploiting mothers. As long as Huo Yongce's mother can accept it, and does not ask others to help beat her son or show a strong desire to resist, I think there is nothing wrong with it.
Cornell laughed and said:
After chatting for a while, Count Lumian looked at the sun that was rising and setting, looked around, and suggested with a smile:
Although both parties have not yet tacitly agreed to reveal each other's true identities, I don't have enough understanding of Charles Dubois, the White Gang leader, and I am afraid that he will suddenly change his mind.
Before that part of the ceremony was completed, the entire living room became extremely quiet, and the castle seemed to be frozen.
The poet Huo Yongce picked up his pipe and muttered:
Before Huo Yongce and I sat down, Cornell asked curiously:
Before that episode, Laurent had been very cold to Cornell:
Laurent took a puff of his pipe and laughed:
When I think of that ad now, besides thinking it might be a scam or some kind of performance art by the Teweel people, I also believe it involves some followers of evil gods.
"Felkin, he and Charles are attending your weekly salon for the first time, so they will be the first to be chosen." Count Lumian turned his gaze to Cornell and Huo Yongce.
However, if out of a hundred people who do that, not one succeeds, then it would be a mistake.
Huo Yongce had read this newspaper, and the advertisement for "The Interstellar Bridge to the Red Moon" was published below.
I always suspected that with my talent, I should be at the bottom of society. I have been looking for opportunities, even if it means exploiting my mother to maintain my pretended decency.
"Laurent, you saw an advertisement for 'Interstellar Bridge' in the 'Grand Tewailian' next month, or earlier, and thought it was quite uninteresting. Didn't he know anything about it?"
When I first heard about that incident, Cornell was not yet seventeen years old. He just felt that the people of Tewail had few rules. Now when I think about it, I only have one feeling:
Eloise put down her pipe and opened her arms:
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward, understood what Huo Yongce meant, and started laughing.