The lights are brilliant, like golden water covering the entire hall. The classical band in tuxedos and suits, the soothing music, the gentlemen and beauties of the upper class, and the magnificent hall under the bright glazed chandeliers are intertwined together to form a picture of a top-notch feast.
Picture scroll.
Fangran stood on the edge of a most inconspicuous dance, holding a cup of light yellow unknown liquid in his hand, which Fangran brought when he entered the venue just now, to cover up the embarrassment of being alone.
He tried his best to stand up straight, swaying the goblet in his hand with his right hand like on the TV, took a sip, and then...
puff!!!
I almost didn’t spray it out!
I'm confused! What the hell is this? It tastes so bad, astringent and sour. Could it be...horse urine!?
Fangran's heart suddenly opened up!
His face twitched violently, but when he thought that it would be very expensive to leave this cup out, and that he couldn't spit it out in this situation, he finally calmed down and swallowed it slowly but firmly.
Fang Ran, 20 years old, a wanted fugitive from Magical Girl, doesn't smoke, doesn't drink... Anyway, I feel like the glass of something I don't know is in my hand is super unpleasant to drink.
Fangran felt that he could swear that he really didn't mean to be curious and want to try the taste of the drinks placed in this kind of dance. Although it turns out that this stuff is not as good as a three-dollar bottle of Coke for Fangran, who doesn't drink.
, but it’s really just Fangran....
"I don't know what to do now..."
Fangran covered his face and cried in a low voice, feeling that he was so sad that he was like a river. God damn him, a twenty-year-old ordinary young man who had never experienced anything was suddenly forced to participate in a top-level dance!
Who knows what to do at a time like this!?
But fortunately, Fangran has one last trick!
I think I can save it myself, although it's a bit embarrassing...
After overcoming the slight nervousness, Fangran gently pinched the communicator under his collar, looked around to see if there was no one nearby, and then asked softly but eagerly:
"Um...Um...Sister Ling Yan, Sister Ling Yan, are you here?"
"What's wrong? What happened? Have you been found out!? Or are you entangled with troublesome people!?"
The communication was immediately connected. Ji Lingyan was even more anxious than him. In the blind spot of the outer window of the guard control room, Ji Lingyan turned and leaned over, her chest heaved, and she asked in a quick and worried voice.
Don't worry about Fangran's situation.
"Forehead..."
Fangran was embarrassed. He didn't expect Ji Lingyan to be so nervous about him. He swallowed and said with a little embarrassment:
"Well... everyone seems to be here now, I... I'm just standing here, I don't know what to do..."
Ji Lingyan: "..."
In a dark corner outside the Pearl of the Night, Ji Lingyan sighed with relief after hearing this, and wondered helplessly, was he really a participant?
"The dance itself is a place for the powerful to communicate. Generally speaking, as long as the host has not come out to give a speech or the dance time has begun, it is a time for free conversation. As for how to deal with those people, that is not what you can do.
Learn the complex human heart.”
The sea breeze gently caressed Ji Lingyan's hair, and her voice reached Fangran's ears through the communicator.
"So you can just be alone with peace of mind. If you feel bored, you can also find some young people who are similar to you to chat, but remember not to expose your flaws. Don't talk to them about professional topics such as finance and business, or about classical literature or art.
Words like that that are easily blurred."
Ji Lingyan told him, and then put her head back to observe the movements in the guard room, just like the ace agent in the movie who still has the power to have sex with lovers during a secret operation.
But I don’t understand classical literature and art either...
Fangran smiled bitterly in his heart and listened silently. Ji Lingyan smoothly told him some other important points. Most of them were absolutely not to do something, never do something, which gave Fangran a strong feeling.
...
Don't do anything, just let the dog live...
"Originally, I planned to accompany you to the dance, but circumstances did not allow it, so I had to leave it to you."
Ji Lingyan's sighing voice came from the communicator. As soon as Fangran heard this, he immediately shivered, thinking that the figure in red and sexy clothes was going to attend the party with him.
Fangran felt that after reading all kinds of urban literature, he could already predict that the beautiful Ji Lingyan would be spotted by a successful man in a certain field, which would trigger a series of plots involving Long Aotian slapping him in the face and pretending to be cool.
Then please spare me.
Fang Ran, who rolled his eyes in his heart, thought silently that Ji Lingyan seemed to be very busy at this time, and finally whispered to him:
"In short, just observe people more and don't do anything eye-catching."
Uh-huh, don't stand out, right? I understand, I understand. I'm very confident when I'm invisible in the crowd!
Fangran's face was tense. According to what Ji Lingyan said, he looked around at the crowd. From his perspective, he found that the people who came were all elegant gentlemen, old men, successful and charming men, and more than half of the nobles standing there.
Beautiful women.
Speaking of beautiful women, Fangran felt that he was embarrassed to look at them more. If you really see beautiful women in evening dresses in reality, you will understand that those tall figures with high hairpins and hair reveal large areas of snow-white skin and
How seductive and sinful the waves are.
Of course, there are all upper-class people present, and they will only praise their beauty in front of them in a polite, elegant and direct manner.
Fangran raised the glass to his mouth, pretending that he was tasting something unknown, and carefully looked at the people around him.
But little did he know that many people nearby were actually looking at him.
The reserved male eyes of the gentlemen and aristocrats immediately recognized Fangran's handmade suit by Henry Poole and the pair of Berluti leather boots that are produced in very small quantities in the world every year. The watch and belt were not clearly visible, but they were definitely of the same kind.
Top notch stuff.
These things are certainly luxurious, but what really makes these asset tycoons think is that the young man in front of them wears them so casually without paying any attention to it, as if they just think these are just slightly better clothes. This...
They knew in their hearts that everyone present tonight were top figures in the huge business circle, and they did not have the authority to bring young people in.
So what is the background of this young man who attended the ball alone and was dressed luxuriously?
Compared with the gentlemen's thoughtful concerns, the noble women were much simpler. They were elegant and just laughed and covered their mouths to discuss which heir of an asset tycoon could be directly invited to this party. And in
Beside them, the rich ladies who had female privileges and were brought in as dance partners by their elders all looked at Fang Ran and teased whether they wanted to strike up a conversation.
When they reach their status, they often care about their identity and background far more than their appearance.
However, Fangran was unaware of all this. He was now like a vigilant rabbit, holding his disguised carrot...ahem, goblet, and looking around vigilantly.
A beautiful woman wearing high heels and an evening dress with long legs exposed, and an old gentleman wearing a suit and tie, wearing a gentleman's hat and holding a cane. He is wild and uninhibited. Even if he puts on a suit, he still can't hide the look he had last time he saw her.
Free and easy, and wearing a long skirt...Pfft!!!
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in his scanning field of vision, causing Fangran, who was pretending to sip wine, to spit it out in one gulp!!
Fangran quickly wiped his mouth, and then looked at the man not far away with shocked eyes. This time, he was not wearing a jacket and denim trousers, but a white suit, but he could not hide his chic temperament.
Fangran subconsciously said in shock:
"Brother Ai!?"
Not far away, a young man in a white suit, with a wine glass in one hand and the other casually in his pocket, paused when he heard someone calling out his name in the night battle. Flames appeared on his hands, and his eyes flashed, but when he saw the call clearly
When he saw his own person, he was also shocked and stunned.