Wine, music, and beauties, this is the main theme of the upper-class cocktail party for thousands of years.

Looking at the pair of men and women hugging on the dance floor, Yan Murong was not interested at all, because he didn't know how to dance at all, Yan Minghua could dance, but because of her "murderous reputation" in the circle, no one dared to take the initiative to invite.

"Mr. Yan, I wonder if I can ask you to dance?"

At this time, Mo Jiana appeared in front of Yan Murong and asked Yan Murong with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I can't dance." Yan Murong shook his head and politely refused.

"It's okay, I can teach you." Mo Jiana didn't seem to want to give up, and winked at Yan Murong, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

Looking at Larsen, who was walking towards this side, Yan Murong understood what Mo Jiana meant, smiled bitterly in his heart, and thought to himself, feeling that he had to start working now.

"Morgana, why are you here? The prom has already begun, and even if you don't want to dance, why don't we sit down and talk? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm dancing with my friends and I don't have time to talk." Morgana said coldly, not even glancing at Larsen.

"Oh? Didn't you just say you didn't want to dance? Larsen's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze turned to Yan Murong. It seems that this Mr. Yan is more attractive than me - but I just heard Mr. Yan say that he can't dance? ”

"Yes, I can't dance." Yan Murong nodded. "But I can learn. This kind of non-technical stuff can be learned in two minutes. ”

After speaking, Yan Murong threw Yan Minghua a look, and took the initiative to take Mo Jiana's hand and walked towards the dance floor.

"Beautiful Miss Yan, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dance?" After being deflated by Morgana, Larsen looked at Yan Minghua, and the smile on his face was as gentlemanly as he was - but unfortunately, Yan Minghua had never been interested in gentlemen.

"Nope." Yan Minghua refused. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to dance."

"It's okay." Larson insisted. "Mr. Yan also said just now that this kind of unskilled thing can be learned in two minutes - do you know, the smartest people in the world are Jews, and the Chinese are the second smartest race after Jews, so I believe that Miss Yan can learn to dance quickly."

"Do you know how to write annoying words?" Yan Minghua asked expressionlessly.

"Okay—" Larson said with his mouth open and a helpless expression. "Since Miss Yan doesn't want to dance, I won't bother."

"You shouldn't have come here to join in the fun."

Dropping a sentence lightly, Yan Minghua also turned around and left, leaving Larsen standing alone. Because the lights were too dim, Larsen's face didn't change much, but a flash of cruelty in his eyes indicated that he was already angry.

glanced coldly at Yan Murong and Mo Jiana, who were slowly swaying together on the dance floor, snorted lightly, turned around and walked out of the door-

In the bathroom, Larson checked inside and out, and after finding that no one was passing by and there was no monitoring equipment, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the phone.

After a few "beeps", the phone was connected.

"Master, Yan Murong took out the "Green Capsule Sutra" for auction at night." Larson said in a deep voice.

"Auction? Interesting. There was a strange mechanical laugh on the phone. Did you get the thing? ”

"Sorry, I didn't get it." Although he couldn't see the other party, a guilty expression still appeared on Larsen's face, and his body unconsciously bent down, and said. "The thing was bought by Zheng Wuming of Thunder Investment, and the bid was 312 million US dollars."

"Oh? He bought it? ”

"Yes." Larson said. "Do you want me to get someone to bring it over?"

"No, he's ours."

"But—" Larsson hesitated. "I know he's one of us, but he doesn't seem to mean to give it to us."

"Are you questioning him, or are you questioning me?"

"I'm sorry master." Larsen's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said. "I'm just worried that he's not going to hand things over."

"Okay, I see, if nothing happens, so be it." After speaking, without giving Larsen a chance to speak again, a busy tone came from the phone.

Put away the phone, adjust the expression on your face to the mirror in the bathroom, and then open the bathroom door and walk out.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Larson?" As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, a voice with surprise came from behind me. When he looked back, he saw a fat woman who was about to grow into a ball looking at him with a look of surprise.

Seeing this fat woman, a trace of disgust flashed in Larsen's eyes, but he quickly demonstrated the past, and a gentlemanly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said. "It turned out to be Miss Zhu, why didn't you dance in it?"

"Oh, it's really fate." Miss Zhu twisted her huge body and walked over and said. "It's not that it's too hot and noisy in there, so I'll just come out and breathe - and besides, there's a nasty guy in there, and I really don't want to see him."

"Well, it's quite noisy inside." Larsson nodded and asked. "What, who provoked Miss Zhu?"

"Who else?" Miss Zhu said with a complaining face. "Isn't it the little white face named Yan Murong, don't you know, this afternoon, he not only grabbed an evening dress from me, but also forced me to kneel, hum, I hope he will never go to the northeast, otherwise I will have to let him go vertically and come back horizontally."

"Oh, it's him?" Larson's eyes lit up.

"Does Mr. Larson know him?"

"I just met." Larsson said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, I thought he was your friend, as long as he wasn't." Miss Zhu said. "That little white face is so hateful. I finally fell in love with a Chânell's dress, but that guy didn't know what method he used, and he actually asked people to give him clothes for free with a phone call, do you say it's annoying? ”

"I'm not good at commenting." Larsson smiled, but a chill flashed in his eyes.

Chanel? Isn't that the property of the Betancourt family? A phone call can get someone to deliver clothes for free, does that guy have anything to do with Morgana?

As soon as he thought of this, Larson felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Men are like this, they don't care about what they can't get for the time being, but if they can't get it from others, then they will be envious, jealous and hateful.

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhu." Larson nodded politely to Miss Zhu and said. "My fiancée is still waiting for me inside, so I'll go in first."

"Huh? Are you in? Don't talk anymore? ”

"No, I'll go in first."

"Then I'll go in too." Miss Zhu smiled and walked towards the banquet hall with Larson.