This is the palatial ball hall.

The bright chandeliers emit a soft golden 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 intricately decorated, the white cloth wine table is full of goblets, and the white-gloved waiter walks between them with a tray.

This is the view at the top of the country.

The men who hold the power of money talk about land and oil with champagne, while the ladies and ladies in evening dresses talk and laugh with each other in elegant postures, and everyone is seeking what they want.

The expansion of contacts, the exchange of interests, the concession of capital.... All kinds of deep things are intertwined with each other under this top vanity fair.

In a corner of the hall next to the organizer's stage, there is a small band playing a soothing tune, masking the slight noise of everyone talking softly.

And as most of the guests have entered, the 'hierarchical pattern' in the dance hall has slowly become clear and clear.

The most central layer is, of course, the figures closest to the stage of the organizers, some of them are the presidents of airlines, some are the controlling shareholders of a large consortium, and the bosses behind the transoceanic business...

And these people, who often appear in the financial industry, are talking and laughing in twos and threes, occasionally turning their eyes and discussion topics to a nearby figure that needs to be taken seriously, thinking that they will come forward and chat for a while.

And in the middle are the elites who are not as successful as those top tycoons, but they are also quite successful in all walks of life, but compared to those in the upper layer,

They go all out with a force that does not miss any opportunity, and the circle that relies on connections is the most frequent area of communication in the hall.

The capitalists' sense of smell tells them that any gain made tonight can be translated into tangible benefits.

As for the outermost level, there are the young people who have followed the first two layers of people, and most of them have begun to learn to take over the affairs of business.

And among them, there is a circle of the largest number of young men and women on this 'ceiling', and the suit dress is surrounding a female figure who is clearly in the center.

She has an outstanding appearance, a tall and slender figure, although she can't find any fault with her etiquette and attitude, but she can feel that it is out of social conversation.

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

After a brief but necessary greeting, one of the girls pretended to chuckle casually, and listening to the topic, everyone else was looking at each other.

At the same time, they are in the same social circle, so they naturally know what a famous person the fiancé of this figure is.

The identity of this girl who was half a head shorter than herself flashed in her mind, and after remembering that she was the daughter of the chairman of a shipbuilding company, Melandore evoked a very standard 'smile'.

"Accepting the invitation of the owner here, he will show you the latest achievements tonight that could open up a new field."

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

"Opening up a new field? It's incredible, no wonder the big guys are here tonight. ”

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

...

Everyone exclaimed when she said this, most of them even sincerely, and had no feeling for the compliments that should satisfy them.

Melandore had a polite smile on her face, and there was not a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Miss Melandor, can you introduce us to your fiancé in a moment?"

And then a different voice sounded in the compliment, and the others all looked at it with playful ridicule when they heard it, looking at the young man who had no brains to say such a request,

With a sneer in his heart, he saw through his plan to take this opportunity to get close to the innermost bigwigs.

Oh, idiots who are eager for quick success and forget their identity...

"I'm sorry, but next time."

Without any hesitation, he rejected this request, thinking that he was not the heir of the family, he directly made this request, put away his smile, and Melandore may have opened his mouth lightly with his original appearance,

This can be called a direct refusal, which instantly made the man's expression stiff, embarrassed and uncomfortable, so that he endured the gaze of everyone without speaking, and forced a smile to withdraw from the circle.

Everyone wants to get in touch with the upper layer, even the innermost people, just let them know their names, it is possible to exchange a cooperation for the family business, in exchange for a business,

But if you want to cross the class that is not your own, and get in touch with the people of the upper level, opportunities, introducers, necessary status, etc., you need to use conversation skills to obtain step by step in this Vanity Fair.

This is also the same for Melandore, she also has classes that she wants to cross, people she comes into contact with,

Not wanting to waste a second of conversation with these 'mortals', she was now desperate to see her goal.

And at this moment, the entrance to the ball hall,

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

The black-haired young man who looked a little too young, and the girl in a white dress who was delicate and beautiful but a little nervous, noticed that both of them turned out to be Chinese faces.

The young figures who were closer to the entrance were a little surprised that they didn't follow the elders and came in by themselves.

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

According to the marked route, he easily led Tang Bing into the dance hall, and Fang Ran looked at the splendid hall and sighed in his heart.

"Let's go over there..."

After glancing around at the figures in the hall who were gathered to talk to each other, Fang Ran lowered his voice and said to Tang Bing, and then took two steps, feeling that she didn't seem to be keeping up with the strange turn of the head.

"Hulu?"

"Learn, learn, learn...!"

And the moment he walked into the hall, he was shocked by the golden magnificence in front of him, Tang Bing, who had never seen this kind of scene as an ordinary person, directly began to speak inarticulately!

"Calm down, don't panic, follow me first."

Although he guessed that she might be nervous, he didn't expect to be so nervous, so Fang Ran raised his arms and motioned for her to lead her forward.

"Hey! Senior! Is the prom such a powerful place you are talking about!? ”

Whispering as low as possible, Tang Bing subconsciously hugged Fang Ran's arm, as if in this way he could gain a sense of security in this confidenceless place.

"Huh? Isn't that amazing? ”

Hearing her say this, Fang Ran glanced around casually, compared to the scale in the Night Pearl, he felt that this was a lot smaller.

"That's amazing! Normal people can't touch it in a 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 various sexy evening dresses, feeling as if he had come to another world.

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

Join your very own Prince Charming for one of the most lavish high balls.

I felt my chest pounding, the nervousness and anticipation of being in such a place for the first time in my life mixed into an accelerated heartbeat, listening to the sound of my heels banging on the bright floor tiles,

Tang Bing felt something strange.

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

And this made her almost unable to control the balance of her high heels, and looked at Fang Ran with a cautious and surprised face, and found that there was no tension on his face at all, a 'hey, quite bright', which made people feel reassured.

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

I wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but it always felt like taking advantage of her, so Fang Ran finally winked at her and chuckled.

In the bright and brilliant upper-class ball, looking at him smiling and comforting to himself, the beautiful dress on his body, and the sleeves of his suit that he was holding on, suddenly blushed slightly on his face,

Everything is unreal like a princess's dream.

Tang Bing uncontrollably remembered that night in the car outside London, he nodded softly and reached out to let himself hold the safe...

Ahhh Don't be fooled! Calabash!

Calm down! You're just the drawbridge effect! This is that senior! Think about what he looks like when he drives!

I don't know what kind of activity Tang Bing was experiencing in his heart, Fang Ran sensed the wind elf in his ears, and looked at the people in the hall to lower his voice:

"I've come in."

"It's still a while before the prom gets into the nitty-gritty, and it's too unusual to be alone in a social arena, so you'd better find a way to fit into a circle of topics and act as a transparent figure on the edge,"

On the roof of a building not far from this building, Dark Rio Fia looked at the ball screen from Jota, and spoke softly and calmly:

"And then you have a chance to follow them to Clay Shaun after the show is over."

The purpose of letting Tang Bing and Fang Ran sneak into the ball together, in addition to avoiding the flaws exposed in the moment of how a person who doesn't even know French was invited to this ball,

It's to be able to get in touch with Krim normally in a more unobtrusive way.

"Remember that your identity industry is not related to Europe, anyone here can easily see through your lies, and don't get involved in some professional topics in the field of financial capital, and choose some literature, art or entertainment as much as possible."

"Uh... Oh..."

I don't think I've heard something like this before....

Hearing Osfia's advice that he was not at ease at all in this regard, Fang Ran agreed with shame, and then sighed helplessly,

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

"Hear me, it's your turn.... Well? ”

"Hulu, what's wrong with you?"