This is a magnificent ball hall.

The dazzling chandelier exudes bright golden soft light, and a row of large French windows with gothic arches are like dark mirrors reflecting the figures that have entered the hall.

The walls are beautifully decorated, white tablecloths and wine tables are full of goblets, and the waiter in white gloves walks between them holding a tray.

This is the top view of the country.

The men with the authority of money are holding champagne and talking about land and oil, while the ladies and ladies in evening dresses are talking and laughing with each other elegantly. 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 flowed under this top vanity fair.

In the corner of the hall next to the organizer’s stage, there is a small band playing a soothing tune, covering up the little noise of everyone talking softly.

And as most of the guests have entered the hall, the "level pattern" in the ball hall has gradually become clear and clear.

The most central level is of course the figures closest to the organizer’s stage. Some of them are the presidents of airlines, some are the controlling shareholders of a large consortium, and the bosses behind the transoceanic business...

And these people who often appear in finance and economics are positive and relaxed, chatting and laughing in twos and threes, occasionally turning their eyes and discussion topics to a nearby figure that needs to be taken seriously, thinking about it for a while to come forward and chat.

And in the middle are the elites who are not comparable to the top tycoons, but are also quite successful in all walks of life, but compared to those at the upper level, they are lighter.

They went all out with an unmissable opportunity. The circle of large and small people gathered together is the most frequent area of ​​communication in the hall.

The smell of capitalists tells them that any gains made tonight can be transformed into real benefits.

As for the outermost layer, they are young people who followed the first two layers. Most of them have already started to learn to take over business affairs.

Among them, there is a circle with the largest number of people. It seems to be the young men and women on this floor of the ‘ceiling’. The suit and dress are surrounded by a female figure who is obviously the center.

She has an excellent appearance and a tall and slender figure. Although she can't fault her etiquette, she can feel the lack of temperature due to social conversation.

"Melan Duoer, I heard that the protagonist of the ball tonight is your talented fiance?"

After a brief but necessary greeting, a girl pretended to smile casually, and listening to this topic, everyone else's eyes moved.

At the same time, they were in the same social circle, and naturally they knew how famous the fiancé in this figure was.

The identity of this girl who was half a head shorter than herself flashed in her mind. After recalling that she was the daughter of the chairman of a shipbuilding company, Melandor evoked a very standard ‘smile’.

"Accepting the invitation of the host here, he will show you the latest achievements that may open up a new field tonight."

"Amazing, worthy of being the winner of the Youngest Wolf Award."

"Opening up a new field? It's incredible. No wonder those big names are also participating tonight."

"It's enviable, Melandor, your fiance is still a genius as always."

...

Everyone was amazed when she said that, most of them even sincerely, and they didn’t feel the compliments that should satisfy them.

There was a polite smile on Melandor's face, and there was no wave of joy in his eyes.

"Then Miss Merlando, can you introduce your fiancé to us later?"

At this time, a different voice sounded in the compliment. After hearing the others, they all laughed and mocked, looking at the young man who had no brain to say such a request.

With a sneer in his heart, he saw through that he wanted to take this opportunity to get close to the innermost big figures.

Oh, an idiot who has forgotten his identity...

"Sorry, but next time."

Without any hesitation, he refused this request. Thinking that he was not the heir of the family, he directly made this request. Putting a smile away, Melandoer might have spoken indifferently in his original appearance.

This can be called a direct refusal, which instantly made the man's expression stiff, embarrassed and uncomfortable, making him bear the sight of no one speaking, and he withdrew from the circle with a strong smile.

Everyone wants to get in touch with the characters at the upper level, even the innermost level. Just let them know their name, it is possible for the family business to get a cooperation and a business.

However, if you want to cross a class you are not yourself, and get in touch with the upper-level characters, opportunities, introducers, necessary status, etc., you need to use conversational skills in this vanity fair to acquire them step by step.

This is the same for Melandor. She also has classes and people she wants to cross.

She didn't want to waste even a minute and a second on talking with these ‘mortals’, she now desperately wanted to see her goal.

And at this moment, the entrance of the ball hall,

Under the guidance of the waiter, two figures appeared.

The black-haired youth who looked a bit too young, and a girl with a delicate and beautiful white dress but a slightly nervous posture, noticed that they were both Chinese faces.

The young figures closer to the entrance were a little surprised that they didn't follow their elders and came in by themselves.

And all the way through the blocked camera monitoring, the frontal combat power may be slightly weaker, but the ability of Jota is really convenient in this informationized real world.

Following the marked route, he easily led Tang Bing into the ball hall, and looked at the magnificent hall with emotion in his heart.

"Let's go over there..."

After taking a look around, Fang Ran lowered his voice and said to Tang Bing, the figures gathered to talk to each other in the hall, and then walked two steps, feeling that she looked back strangely as if she hadn't followed.

"gourd?"

"Learn to learn...!"

And at the moment he walked into the hall, he was shocked by the golden gorgeousness in front of him. As an ordinary person, Tang Bing, who had never seen such a scene before, immediately began to speak slurred!

"Calm down, don't panic, follow me first."

Although she guessed that she might be nervous, she didn't expect to be so nervous. Fang Ran raised her arms and motioned to her to lead her forward.

"Hey! Senior! Is the dance party you said is such a great place!?"

Shouting as lowly as possible, Tang Bing subconsciously clasped Fang Ran's arm, as if in this way he could gain a sense of security in this unassuming place.

"Huh? Is this great?"

Hearing what she said, Fang Ran looked around casually. Compared to the scale in the Pearl of Night, he thought it was a lot smaller.

"It's amazing! Normal people can't reach it for a lifetime, okay!"

Holding his arm, Tang Bing looked at the luxurious decorations in the ball hall, the crystal chandeliers, and the women wearing low-cut open backs and various **** evening dresses, feeling as if he had come to another world.

Like boys, perhaps every girl has ever dreamed of wearing the most beautiful and luxurious skirts,

Together with your own prince charming, attend the most luxurious upper class ball.

Feeling thumping in my chest, the tension and expectation of being able to come to this place for the first time in my life mixed into an accelerated heartbeat, listening to the sound of my shoe heel knocking 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 Fang Ran with a careful and surprised look, and found that there was no tension on his face, a look of'Hey, it's pretty bright,' which made people feel relieved. .

"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. Fang Ran finally blinked and chuckled at her.

In the bright and glorious high-end ball, watching him smile to himself and said comfortingly, his beautiful dress and the sleeves of his suit that he was holding on his body suddenly blushed slightly.

Everything is as unreal as a princess dream.

It made Tang Bing uncontrollably think of the car on the outskirts of London that night. He nodded softly and stretched out his hand to let himself hold the reliable...

Ahhhhh! Don't be fooled! gourd!

calm! You are just a suspension bridge effect! This is the senior! Think about the way he drives!

I don’t know what kind of activity Tang Bing is experiencing in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ Fang Ran perceives the Wind Elf in his ear, watching the people in the hall lower their voices:

"I have already come in."

"There is still some time before the prom enters the topic. Being alone in the social arena is too different. You'd better find a way to integrate into the topic of a circle and act as a transparent figure on the edge."

On a roof not far from this building, the darkness of Riosfiyah looked at the dance party scene called by Jota on the projection screen, and spoke quietly:

"And so that you can have a chance to follow them to get in touch with Clayshaun after the show is over."

The purpose of letting Tang Bing and Fang Ran sneak into the ball together was to avoid the instant exposure of how a person who doesn't even know French was invited to the ball.

It is the normal contact with Klim that is less noticeable.

"Remember that your identity industry is not related to Europe. Anyone here can easily see through your lies. Also, don't get involved in some professional topics in the financial capital field. Choose literary, art or entertainment as much as possible. "

"Oh Amount..."

Does this sentence seem like I've heard it before...

Hearing Osfiyah’s warning that he was not at all assured in this respect, Fang Ran agreed with shame, and then sighed helplessly.

He picked up two glasses of champagne from the waiter passing by and looked at Tang Bing, who also had the wind spirit in his ear:

"You hear it, it's you...huh?"

"What's wrong with you, gourd?"

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