This is a magnificent ballroom.
The bright chandelier exudes golden and bright soft light, and a row of large French windows with Gothic arches is like a dark mirror, reflecting the figure that has entered the hall.
The beautifully decorated walls, the white tablecloth and wine table are full of goblets, and the waiters wearing white gloves walk among them with trays.
This is the view from the top of the country.
Men holding money and power are talking about land and oil with champagne, while ladies and ladies in evening dresses are talking and laughing gracefully with each other. Everyone is seeking what they want.
The expansion of contacts, the exchange of interests, the concession of capital... All kinds of deep things are intertwined and flowing under this top vanity fair.
In the corner of the hall next to the stage of the organizer, there was a small band playing a soothing tune, covering up the noise of everyone talking softly,
And as most of the guests had already entered the venue, the 'level pattern' in the ball hall gradually became clearer.
The most central layer is of course those who are closest to the organizer's stage. Some of them are the presidents of airline companies, some are the controlling shareholders of a large consortium, and some are the behind-the-scenes bosses of transoceanic businesses...
And these people who often appear in finance and economics are talking and laughing in twos and threes with relaxed expressions. Occasionally, they turn their eyes and discussion topics to a nearby figure who needs to be taken seriously, thinking about going forward to chat for a while.
And those in the middle are elites who are quite successful in all walks of life, although they are not comparable to those top tycoons.
They go all out with a sense of not letting go of any opportunity. Large and small circles rely on their connections, which is the area with the most frequent exchanges in the lobby.
The sense of smell of the capitalists told them that any harvest tonight could be transformed into substantial benefits.
As for the outermost layer, there are young people who have followed the people from the first two layers. Most of them have begun to learn to take over business affairs,
And among them, there is a circle with the largest number of people, which seems to be the young men and women of the 'ceiling' on this floor, surrounded by a female figure who is obviously the center in suits and dresses.
She has a beautiful appearance and a tall and slender figure. Although she can't find any faults in her etiquette and attitude towards people, she can feel that it is due to the lack of warmth in social conversations.
"Meilanduoer, I heard that the protagonist of tonight's dance is your talented fiancé?"
After a brief but necessary exchange of pleasantries, a girl pretended to speak casually with a chuckle, and hearing this topic, everyone else's eyes moved,
Being in the same social circle at the same time, they naturally knew how famous the fiancé of this figure was.
The identity of this girl half a head shorter than her flashed in her mind, and after recalling that she was the daughter of the chairman of a shipbuilding company, Mei Landuoer evoked a very standard 'smile'.
"I accepted the invitation of the owner here, and he will show you the latest achievements that may open up a new field tonight."
"Amazing, worthy of being the youngest winner of the Wolff Award."
"Opening a new field? It's incredible, no wonder the big names are also participating tonight."
"It's really enviable, Melandra, your fiancé is still a genius as always."
...
Everyone gasped in wonder at her words, most of them genuine, and indifferent to the compliments that should be gratifying,
There was a polite smile on Mei Landuo'er's face, and there was no wave of joy in her eyes.
"Then Miss Melandra, can you introduce your fiancé to us later?"
But at this time, a different voice sounded in the praise, and when the others heard it, they all laughed and looked at the young man who had no brains to say such a request,
With a sneer in his heart, he saw through his plan to take this opportunity to get in close contact with the big shots in the innermost layer.
Heh, the idiot who is eager for quick success and forgets his identity...
"Sorry, next time."
He rejected the request without any hesitation, thinking that he was not the heir of the family, he directly made such a request, put away his smile, and Mei Landuoer might have opened his mouth with his original appearance,
This can be called a direct refusal, and instantly made the man's expression stiff, embarrassment and discomfort made him bear the eyes of everyone who didn't speak, and forced himself to leave the circle with a smile.
Everyone wants to get in touch with the people on the upper level, even the innermost level. Just letting them know their name may bring a cooperation and business to the family business.
But if you want to cross the class that is not your own, get in touch with the people of the upper class, opportunities, introducers, necessary status, etc., you need to use conversation skills step by step in this Vanity Fair.
This is the same for Melandra, she also has classes and characters she wants to cross,
She doesn't want to waste even a minute and a second talking with these 'mortals', she desperately wants to meet her target now.
And at this moment, the entrance to the ball hall,
Under the guidance of the waiter, two figures appeared.
The black-haired young man who looked a little too young, and the girl in a delicate and beautiful white dress but with a slightly nervous posture noticed that both of them had Chinese faces,
The young figures who were closer to the entrance were a little surprised that they didn't follow the elders, but came in by themselves.
And all the way through the blocked camera monitoring, maybe the frontal combat power is slightly weaker, but Jota's ability is really convenient in this informationized real world,
Following the marked route, he led Tang Bing into the ball hall with ease. Looking at the resplendent hall, Fangran felt so moved in his heart.
"Let's go over there..."
Looking around, Fangran lowered his voice and said to Tang Bing at the figures who were talking with each other in the hall, and then took two steps, turning around strangely as if she didn't follow.
"gourd?"
"Learn, learn, learn...!"
And the moment he walked into the hall, he was shocked by the golden splendor in front of him. As an ordinary person, Tang Bing, who had never seen such a scene, began to speak inarticulately!
"Calm down, don't panic, follow me first."
Although he guessed that she might be nervous, he didn't expect to be so nervous. Fangran raised his arms and motioned for her to hold her and lead her forward.
"Hey! Senior! Is the prom you're talking about so amazing!?"
Shouting in as low a voice as possible, Tang Bing subconsciously hugged Fangran's arm tightly, as if this would give him a sense of security in this unassuming place.
"Huh? Is this amazing?"
Hearing what she said, Fangran looked around casually. Compared with the one in Pearl of the Night, he felt that it was much smaller.
"It's amazing! Normal people can't touch it in their lifetime!"
Holding his arm, Tang Bing looked at the luxurious decorations in the ballroom, the crystal chandeliers and the women wearing low-cut backless and various sexy evening dresses, feeling as if he had come to another world.
Like boys, maybe every girl has dreamed of wearing the most beautiful and expensive dress,
Attend the most luxurious high-class ball with your own Prince Charming.
Feeling the pounding in my chest, the tension and anticipation of coming to this kind of place for the first time in my life are mixed into an accelerated heartbeat, listening to the sound of my heels tapping on the bright floor tiles,
Tang Bing felt a strange mood.
"Senior, why have you been so calm since tonight!?"
And this made her almost unable to control the balance of her high heels. She looked at Fangran carefully and surprised, and found that there was no tension on his face. He had a reassuring expression of 'Hey, it's quite bright'. .
"Haha, it's okay, don't be nervous, gourd."
I wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but I always felt like I was taking advantage of it, so Fangran finally gave her a wink and a small smile.
In the bright and brilliant high-class ball, seeing him smiling and comforting himself, with the beautiful dress on his body and the sleeves of his suit that he was holding, his face suddenly flushed slightly,
Everything is as unreal as a princess dream.
Tang Bing uncontrollably remembered that night in the car on the outskirts of London, he nodded softly and stretched out his hand to let him hold the safe and reliable...
ah ah! Don't be fooled! gourd!
calm! You are just the drawbridge effect! This is that senior! Just think about the way he drives!
Not knowing what kind of activity Tang Bing was going through in his heart, Fangran sensed the wind elves in his ears, and watched the people in the hall lower their voices:
"I'm already in."
"It's still a while before the prom gets down to business. It's too weird to be alone in a social arena. You'd better find a way to blend into the topic of a circle and act as a transparent person on the edge,"
On the roof of a building not far from this building, Dark Leosfiya looked at the dance scene called out by Jota on the projection screen, and said softly and calmly:
"And then you will have the opportunity to follow them to Clayshawn after the show is over."
The purpose of letting Tang Bing and Fangran sneak into the ball together is to avoid the instant exposure of how a person who can't even speak French was invited to the ball.
It is to have normal contact with Kerim more unobtrusively.
"Remember that your identity industry should not be related to Europe. Anyone here can easily see through your lies. Also, don't get involved in some professional topics in the field of financial capital. Choose as much as possible about literature, art or entertainment. "
"Eno... "
Is this sentence I have heard similar to somewhere before... .
Hearing Osphia's advice that she was not at ease in this regard, Fangran ashamedly agreed, and then sighed helplessly,
Picking up two glasses of champagne from the passing waiter, he looked at Tang Bing, who also had a wind spirit in his ear:
"You hear me, it's your turn... huh?"
"What's wrong with you gourd?"