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This is a magnificent ball hall.

The dazzling chandeliers exude bright golden soft light, and a row of large floor-to-ceiling windows with Gothic arches are like dark mirrors, reflecting the figures who have entered the hall.

The walls are exquisitely decorated, the white cloth wine table is filled with goblets, and the waiter wearing white gloves walks between them holding a tray.

This is the scene from the very top of the country.

Men with money and power were holding champagne and talking about land and oil, while ladies and ladies in evening dresses were chatting and laughing with each other elegantly. Everyone was seeking what they wanted.

The expansion of connections, 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 organizer's stage, there was a small band playing a soothing tune, covering up the noise of everyone talking softly.

And as most of the guests have entered the venue, the 'layered pattern' in the ball hall has slowly become clearer.

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

And these people who often appear in finance and economics are chatting and laughing in groups with relaxed expressions. Occasionally, they turn their eyes and discussion topics to a nearby figure who needs to be taken seriously, thinking that they will go up and have a chat later.

The ones in the middle are elites who are quite successful in all walks of life, although they cannot compare with those top tycoons. However, compared with the people on the upper level, they are indifferent.

They go all out to not miss any opportunity. The circles that rely on their connections, large and small, are the areas in the hall where communication is most frequent.

The capitalists' sense of smell tells them that any harvest tonight can be transformed into substantial benefits.

As for the outermost layer, there are young people who follow the people in 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. It seems that they are the "ceiling" of this layer of young men and women. They are wearing suits and dresses surrounding a female figure who is obviously the center.

She has an outstanding and beautiful appearance and a tall and slender figure. Although there is nothing wrong with her etiquette and attitude towards others, she can feel that it is due to the lack of warmth in social conversations.

"Melanduo, I heard that the protagonist of tonight's dance is your talented fiancé?"

After a brief but necessary exchange of greetings, one girl pretended to be casual and chuckled, while everyone else's eyes moved when they heard this topic.

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 who was half a head shorter than herself flashed through her mind. After recalling that she was the daughter of the chairman of a shipbuilding company, Melandre evoked a very standard 'smile'.

"I accepted the invitation from the master here. He will show you the latest achievements that may open up a new field tonight."

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

"Opening a new field? It's incredible. No wonder the big shots are also participating tonight."

"It's really enviable, Melandor, your fiancé is still as talented as ever."

...

Everyone was amazed when they heard her say this, most of them even sincerely, and had no sense of these compliments that should make them feel satisfied.

Melandu'er had a polite smile on her face, and there was no wave of joy in her eyes.

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

At this time, a different voice sounded in the praise. After hearing this, everyone else looked at the young man who had no brains to make such a request and looked at him with playful eyes.

I saw with a sneer in my heart that he wanted to take this opportunity to get up close and personal with the big shots at the innermost level.

Hehe, an idiot who is eager for quick success and forgets his own identity...

"Sorry, let's do it next time."

He rejected the request without any hesitation. Thinking that he was not the heir of the family, he made such a request directly. He put away his smile, and Melanduar probably spoke with her original calmness,

This could be called a direct rejection, and the man's expression instantly became stiff. The embarrassment and discomfort made him endure the silent gazes of everyone, and he withdrew from the circle with a forced 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 cooperation and business to the family business.

But if you want to transcend a class that is not your own and get in touch with people on the upper level, opportunities, introducers, necessary status, etc., you need to use conversational skills to obtain them step by step in this vanity fair.

This is the same for Melandu'er. She also has classes she wants to transcend and people she wants to get in touch with.

She didn't want to waste even a second talking to these 'mortals'. She was now eager to see her target.

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

Under the greeting and guidance of the waiter, two figures appeared.

A young man with black hair who looked a little too young, and a girl in a white dress who was delicate and pretty but with a slightly nervous posture. I noticed that both of them had Chinese faces.

The young figures who were closer to the entrance were a little surprised that they came in by themselves instead of following the elders.

After passing through the blocked camera surveillance all the way, the frontal combat power may be slightly weaker, but Jota's ability is really convenient in this information-based real world.

Following the marked route, he easily led Tang Bing into the ball hall. Fangran looked at the splendid hall and sighed in his heart.

"Let's go over there..."

After briefly looking around at the figures gathered and talking to each other in the hall, Fangran lowered his voice and spoke to Tang Bing, then took two steps and looked back strangely as if she hadn't followed.

"gourd?"

"Learn, learn, learn...!"

The moment he walked into the hall, he was shocked by the golden beauty in front of him. As an ordinary person, Tang Bing, who had never seen such a scene before, started to speak slurred words!

"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 arm and motioned for her to hold it and lead her forward.

"Hey! Senior! Is the prom you mentioned such a powerful place?"

Yelling out as quietly as possible, Tang Bing subconsciously hugged Fangran's arm tightly, as if this would help him gain a sense of security in this place where he had no confidence.

"Huh? Is this awesome?"

After hearing what she said, Fangran looked around casually. Compared to the time in the Night Pearl, he felt that this place was much smaller.

"It's amazing! Normal people can't come into contact with it in their 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 backless and sexy evening dresses, feeling as if she had entered another world.

Like boys, perhaps every girl has dreamed of wearing the most beautiful expensive dress.

Attend the most luxurious high-class ball with your Prince Charming.

I feel like my chest is pounding. The tension and anticipation of being able to come to this kind of place for the first time in my life are mixed into an accelerated heartbeat. I listen to the sound of my heels tapping on the bright floor tiles.

Tang Bing felt something strange.

"Senior, why have you been so calm since tonight!?"

This made her almost unable to control the balance of her high heels. She looked at Fangran with caution and surprise, and found that there was no tension on his face at all. He had a reassuring expression of "Eh, it's pretty bright." .

"Haha, it's okay, don't be nervous, Hulu."

He wanted to pat her shoulder, but it always felt like he was taking advantage, so Fangran finally winked at her and chuckled.

In the bright and brilliant upper-class ball, watching him smiling at her and saying consolingly, wearing a beautiful dress and his suit sleeves rolled up by her, a slight blush suddenly appeared on his face,

Everything is as unreal as a princess dream.

Tang Bing couldn't help but think of that night in the car outside London. He nodded softly and stretched out his hand to hold his safe and reliable...

Ahhhhh! Don't be fooled! gourd!

calm! This is just the suspension bridge effect! This is that senior! Think about the way he drives!

Not knowing what kind of activities Tang Bing was going through in his heart, Fangran sensed the wind spirit in his ears and lowered his voice while watching the people in the hall:

"I'm already in."

"It's still some time before the dance gets serious. Being alone in a social setting is too unconventional. You'd better find a way to blend into the conversation of a circle and act as a transparent figure on the edge,"

On a rooftop not far from this building, Leofia looked at the ball scene called up by Yota on the projection screen in the dark, and spoke softly and calmly:

"And that way you can have the opportunity to follow them and get in touch with Clayshawn after the presentation."

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

Just being able to have normal contact with Krim in a less noticeable way.

"Remember, don't mention that your identity industry is related to Europe. Anyone here can easily see through your lies. Also, don't get involved in professional topics in the field of financial capital. Try to choose something related to literature, art or entertainment. "

"Eno..."

Doesn’t it seem like I’ve heard something similar to this sentence before?…

Hearing Ophia's warning that she was not at all reassured in this regard, Fangran agreed with shame, and then helplessly spread his hands and sighed,

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

"You heard it, it's your turn... eh?"

"Hulu, what's wrong with you?"

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