During the period before Lin Yilong's official departure, there was no shortage of "wonderful experiences".

As already mentioned, Lin Yilong's personal contacts in London are limited to a few senior assistants and a small number of partners. After several negotiations with Middlesex Bank, John Stewart, the legal manager who had slightly improved his personal relationship with Lin Yilong, would find Lin Yilong to "enhance his relationship" when he had nothing to do. His goal is not to provide long-term services to Lin Yilong, but to let Lin Yilong reveal to him some of the social connections in the Far East that he knows, so that he can at least make some achievements.

Of course, due to the professional norms and professional ethics of lawyers, this information is that Lin Yilong, who is still working for Allen Binghamton, cannot provide these personal contacts to any third party until he leaves the company – even if Middlesex Bank has a different business from Alan Binghamton, even if all he is asked to provide is Lin Yilong's personal relationship, even if much of the information is actually public. However, Middlesex Bank suffered heavy losses in this subprime mortgage crisis and urgently needed a new direction for profitability. This direction is necessarily the Far East. If it is postponed for a while, Lin Yilong's contacts in the Far East are still acceptable to Stewart.

Mr. Stewart was able to understand the reason why Lin Yilong went home early, and painstakingly devised a plan to enhance his "friendship" with Lin Yilong, who was highly wary of others.

As a token of appreciation, Mr. Lin invited Mr. Stewart to lunch at an expensive steakhouse in Mayfair after working overtime at noon on a Saturday after completing the acquisition of Bracken Timber. The two of them had a great conversation during the banquet. As he was about to say goodbye, Stewart took out a business card-like club ticket from his jacket pocket very casually.

"Ah, I almost forgot. Stewart seemed to recall something by chance, "There's a ticket to the club, I think you'll like it." I happened to accompany my wife back to her parents' house for the weekend, and I couldn't go. You know, I don't have any friends in London, and if I don't go, I'll give it to you. ”

Lin Yilong looked at Mr. Stewart meaningfully, put the ticket in his trouser pocket "very casually", thanked Mr. Stewart, and then said goodbye.

After seeing Mr. Stewart walk away, Lin Yilong walked into the bar next door to the steakhouse and carefully examined the admission ticket. The ticket is three inches square, and the anti-counterfeiting pattern is engraved on the cardboard, if you don't consider the bronzing text on the face of the ticket, the anti-counterfeiting standard of this ticket is even consistent with the anti-counterfeiting standard of several master's degrees of Lin Yilong. After "admiring" this beautifully crafted ticket, Lin Yilong put this ticket in his wallet very carefully.

Needless to say, this one is well-made and the face price is only 19. At £99 for club tickets, the actual price Stuart got his hands on must not be lower. Lin Yilong will not debunk Mr. Stewart in person, and the price of these private party tickets must be nominally charged. Lin Yilong could only estimate that either Mr. Stewart had something to do with him that was not on the stage, or he was introduced to others who could not be on the stage.

The results greatly exceeded his expectations.

On Friday the following week, Lin Yilong worked an extra two hours of overtime, waited for everyone else to leave, walked out of the office building, went to a 24-hour clothing store not far away, rented a set of semi-formal evening dresses, and went to the back door of a private club located "not far from the north exit of Liverpool Street Station".

The back door of the club is located in an enclosed alley north of Liverpool Station, and there is no light other than the street lamps that shine through the alley door. Just when Lin Yilong stood in the middle of the alley thinking that he had mistaken the address of the back door, the back door opened quietly, and a burly white security guard wearing a black suit and black shirt came out and stared at Lin Yilong.

"Your ticket?" asked the security guard with a grimace on his face, a threat in his tone - if you don't have a ticket, leave quickly, or we'll ask you to leave.

Lin Yilong didn't like the attitude of the security guard, but he still took out his ticket from the inside pocket of his rented dress. It only shook in front of the security guard's eyes.

The security guard didn't look at Lin Yilong's ticket carefully, but Lin Yilong felt that the security guard saw the reflection of the gilded words on the ticket face in the alley. It could be seen from the security guard's gradually relaxed expression that this strong security guard was no longer as vigilant as before, and he motioned for Lin Yilong to enter the building he walked out of. Lin Yilong complied. He entered a room that resembled a porter's room. A South Asian who looked like a waiter appeared, and there were two strong men standing next to him, dressed similarly to the security guard just now.

"Sir, please show your ticket again. The South Asian said.

Lin Yilong still did so, but he must not show his timidity, so he used his white-gloved right index and middle fingers to hold the business card and a 20-pound bill.

The South Asian waiter took the ticket and put the tip given by Lin Yilong into the tip jar. The meticulousness with which he checked the ticket made Lin Yilong feel humiliated.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Sir, we need to wear masks in our club. After completing the ticket verification, the waiter first respectfully returned the ticket to Lin Yilong, and then took out a large tray with a black velvet bottom from the entrance shelf, on which were placed various masks.

Lin Yilong chose a mask that could cover his entire upper face, and before officially entering the venue, he had to go to the toilet.

The waiter motioned for the security guard to leave, and then led Lin Yilong through a corridor on the side of the gatehouse, where he opened a door that contained a fully functional personal lavatory.

After closing the door, Lin Yilong immediately mobilized the lost spaceship, and after confirming that "the partition wall has no ears", he teleported a pair of see-through lenses that allowed the user to see behind the fabric, attached to the hollow of the mask's eyes. Then he went to the toilet "normally". After coming out of the bathroom, he motioned for the waiter waiting outside the bathroom to take him to the banquet hall.

The waiter took Lin Yilong to an elevator and made a "please" gesture at the door, but Lin Yilong could feel the snickering under the waiter's sincere expression.

Lin Yilong got on the elevator alone, and after waiting for more than ten seconds with a little anxiety, the elevator door opened, and the bright indoor light sprinkled on Lin Yilong's body.

As in the first few minutes. Lin Yilong had adapted a little to the dim corridor lights and elevator lights, and the bright lights made him unacceptable for the time being. Once he had adjusted to the lighting, he knew what the party was: every man in the room was accompanied by two young women with slender bodies and beautiful faces. The flattering expressions of the girls showed that they were trying to please the male guests next to them.

This is just one of the many peach-colored gatherings hidden under the glamour of the financial city.