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Looking at Tang Bing who suddenly turned his head to answer in a low voice, Fangran wondered what nonsense she was thinking again.

"Cough...cough...find a circle to sneak in, right...?"

Then the next second, I saw Tang Bing clenching his fists and pretending to cough twice, carefully taking the champagne in his hand, looking at the cup of light golden mellow liquid, and wondering how much it would cost to put it out.

"Well, remember to find a simple topic that you can add a few sentences to."

Watching her curiously take a sip, her eyes brightened after tasting the sweetness, Fangran's black eyes flashed, and he confirmed from the window that he was at the edge of the place, and all the young people gathered near him,

"This way."

Then he led Tang Bing through the decorative table with vases and the oil paintings hanging on the pillars of the hall. He deliberately slowed down and passed by the young figures who were talking loudly. He quietly listened to them with the help of the power of the wind elves. Conversation.

According to the progress of a standard dance, it usually lasts until very late, so it is not surprising to leave in the middle, and aiming at this time,

The first thing Fangran had to find a way to survive was the ten minutes of 'greetings' before the organizer came on stage.

This time there was no Si Ai to take him.

"How about it, Hulu, have you heard of any circles where it's easier to get in?"

In the brilliant and bright ball hall, the arm of the figure in the suit next to me is passing through the crowd, and the tension mixes with the heartbeat and turns into a longing...

"Well...over there, those people over there are talking about how someone bought an oil painting at the auction,"

Tang Bing, who had been eavesdropping on other people's conversations with his ears open and determined to become a translator, chose French as his second foreign language. Tang Bing, who was somewhat professional in the choice of words and sentences for this situation, pointed at a circle near them and looked at Fang Ran quietly. asked:

"Senior, how well do you know oil painting?"

"It's probably like being able to choose Van Gogh from Van Gogh, Van Short, Van Fat, and Van Slim..."

Hearing her question, the corner of his mouth twitched, and Fangran looked at the group of three men and two women over there and silently answered with shame.

"Where are those people over there who are discussing stone sculpture carving? Senior, what's your level of sculpture?"

"Well...you can tell who is a sculptor from Michelangelo, Minet or Chiro..."

Seeing Fang Ran scratching his cheek with wandering eyes, Tang Bing turned his head and looked at him with an expression of disbelief.

Feeling choked and speechless, she could only point to the last target quietly.

"Over there...that person is talking about their family's recent investment in a European team...Senior, you should know something about football, right?"

"This...I can win against Messi, Meidong, and Mei Chaofeng..."

"You evildoer, shut up!"

Suffocated by his overly truthful answer, Tang Bing couldn't bear it anymore and almost went crazy and shouted in a low voice. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would have been so angry that she wanted to give Fang Ran a chokehold!

"It's not...this...it's me...! Senior, your rudimentary art knowledge is no match for your loose construction site English! Even these ten translators can't save you! Please bring me in What’s the meaning of it!?”

From tonight onwards, Fang Ran always felt confident. Tang Bing thought that he was already familiar with this kind of scene and could talk to all kinds of people, but he just couldn't understand French.

But now she suddenly realized that this guy was no different from herself, even worse than herself!

"Ahem...after all, I haven't lived that high-end life..."

And listening to Tang Bing's whispered words, Fangran also felt a little embarrassed. He pretended to cough slightly to explain, and then winked at her and smiled lightly:

"It's okay, it doesn't matter. If you can't get in, you can't get in. Although it's a bit strange to be alone, no one will kick us out because of this."

Senior, can you tell me why you always have a mysterious calmness even though you clearly know how to fart tonight...

He looked at Fangran with a speechless look on his face, saying, "This is a small case."

Tang Bing rolled his eyes quietly and realized that since he had time to translate, he might as well try two more glasses of champagne to at least make the trip worthwhile.

However, in this situation,

Just because you don't contact others doesn't mean that others won't contact you.

In the outermost layer, as young elites, there were only about twenty people who could be led out by their elders. They all wanted to get to know each other. They had already noticed that Fang Ran and Tang Bing, who had never tried to contact anyone and were just alone,

However, due to the fact that he was a foreigner, I didn't approach him rashly for a while.

but...

When Fangran was thinking about when the pale young man would appear, he saw a young man followed by a man and a woman, three people walking towards him.

"Good evening, you two."

Listening to the other party's completely incomprehensible greetings, Fangran was slightly surprised that someone came to contact her. Looking at Tang Bing who was about to get another glass of champagne to try, Fangran touched her gently to indicate that she should Get down to business.

"Two friends who seem to be from China, welcome to Paris."

The leading young man smiled with a deliberately polite smile, and then saw that the young man in front of him showed no reaction. The girl next to him whispered something to him, and then replied in a somewhat reserved and cautious manner in French that was not very fluent:

"Thank you...nice...to meet you."

Seeing this scene, he was slightly stunned, his eyes moved slightly and unnoticeably, and he also noticed the expressions of the other two people from the corner of his eye. The young man reacted with a frown in his heart...

The young man doesn't understand French, and the girl next to him is his translator?

What is this strange thing?

After understanding the relationship between the two, although his heart moved slightly, he did not make a hasty judgment. He then smiled and put on a very cordial and sincere expression:

"Excuse me, I wonder what kind of business your two families are engaged in? Ha... I believe we should have many common topics in these aspects."

Business?

Both parents at home were working. How could they do any business? Tang Bing quickly translated to Fang Ran and asked. Then he saw his eyes turn and whispered an answer to himself.

Think now? ! ! !

In his heart, there were literally ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past. Tang Bingqiang smiled and wished he could fuck him ten thousand times. He tried his best to answer the three people in front of him as clearly as possible:

"It's in China...running...a hospital..."

After hearing this answer, Tang Bing looked nervous and unconfident. He didn't even have the confidence to name it. He confirmed that it was probably a local hospital with no reputation at all.

The young man put away his cordial and sincere look and put on a haughty and indifferent smile.

"That's right."

Losing interest in further acquaintance, he turned to look at the woman wearing a purple dress next to him, and again put on his friendly and gentle smile to raise the topic:

"I believe you all know that my father's company has recently received a new business, but regarding the company we are cooperating with, you must not know who its holding headquarters is?"

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling the topic and the audience. When he saw the two people looking over curiously,

He took a special look at the other two figures in front of him and revealed the answer himself, with a fiery chuckle in his eyes.

"It is said to be Fiseld."

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