Zhang Chujiu regarded delicacies as a tool to vent, and when he started munching again, he didn't know that he had already attracted the attention of some people at the cocktail party because of his inexplicable favor.

On the outer steps of the garden in the center of the hall, under a huge axe-wielding battle statue, a young man with a gloomy expression glanced at Zhang Chujiu, and whispered disdainfully to his companion: "Look at that fool over there, just now the pigeon Saman actually went to him to show off his amorousness.

Although it is a tradition for us Augustians to find a temporary lover at a party.

However, the orthodox heir of one of the dignified 'One Hundred and Seventy-Four Manifest Sects' chose a fool-like subordinate to the 'secret meeting', and the result seemed to be rejected, and it was really unorthodox. ”

His companion was a young man with a temperament and bright eyes, and when he heard this, he frowned and said, "Although the pigeon has a reputation for being unruly, his actual means of running the family business are very superb.

Not only did the slave trade business left by his father flourish, but also reopened the situation in the gambling market, which must not be taken lightly.

In particular, she has a very intuitive way to look at people, and she is willing to invest, although her appearance is not very attractive, but she has maintained a good relationship with several new figures in the political, business, and military circles.

The reason why I became interested in that servant may be because I saw something. ”

The gloomy young man pondered for a while when he heard this, nodded and said, "That Hu is Qiao Lanji's subordinate, but I have never seen it, which means that he has just been 'ascended' not long ago."

In such a short period of time, he has gained the weight of my cunning cousin, and perhaps he is not a simple character. ”

"When did the noble girl Qiao Lanji get labeled as 'cunning'," Sven said with a smile, "Compared to you gloomy, fickle boy, she is very pure, okay?"

Okay, let's use the 'silence circle' to talk for a long time, and if we continue, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of others, not to mention that it's too rude, so let's turn it off. After speaking, he wiped his waist and stopped talking.

The gloomy young man wanted to fight back, but because his companion directly ended the 'silence state', he had to swallow the words into his stomach again, and he raised his fist secretly at the young man Sven and stopped making a sound.

Similar conversations between the two also sounded in other corners of the reception, although the content was different, but the goal of the topic was to point to Zhang Chujiu.

However, a seemingly harmful insect flying in front of you may attract some people's attention, but after all, the insect is just a small worm, and it is destined not to be taken too seriously, so just talk about it casually.

Therefore, the drinking party continued, and soon no one paid attention to Zhang Chujiu, watched the wonderful performance and drank another round of wine, danced, listened to songs, and was lively for a long time, and finally arrived at one of the most wonderful entertainment programs, the link of the combat machinery competition.

According to the rules prevailing in the entire universe, on the occasion of formal social gatherings of the upper class, such as singing and dancing, burlesque performances, talk shows, etc., if the children of wealthy families participate, even if the performance is brilliant, it is a plaything and despised.

However, the two competitions of combat machinery competition and transcendent martial arts are the only exceptions, some similar to the ancient generals of Blue Star China performing martial arts when the king held a banquet, or the knight competition of the world in Western society, no matter how noble the status of the person to participate in and win, it is a kind of honor.

Therefore, in addition to the subordinates, there are also many children of noble Augustians from noble backgrounds.

Speaking of which, Zhang Chujiu participated in a combat machinery competition in the high-end youth club of Bluestar Shanghai about 10 years ago, and he also made a big splash.

However, the hand of the Auguste Tycoon was naturally different from that of the owner of the Blue Star Club, and he was still waiting for the banquet hall mechanism to activate and automatically vacate the competition venue, when a magic circle spell suddenly appeared under his feet, and then the sky was reversed, and the surrounding scenery had turned into a huge classical circular arena.

Standing in front of the ring closest to the inner circle, that is, the competition venue, Zhang Chujiu heard a deafening cheer behind him, turned around in surprise, and found that there were fanatical spectators cheering loudly.

For a while, it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, and he looked around and thought in shock: "Isn't it contained in the formation and magic weapon created by using the 'mustard seed space technology', but hundreds of people have teleported to the real arena as a whole?"

Such cutting-edge space displacement technology will not be popularized even in interstellar advanced civilizations.

It's just a drinking party show, does it need to be so exaggerated!"

And just as Zhang Chujiu was thinking, Ling Jianhong came over again and said: "According to the lottery, you are the player in the third order of appearance, and the opponent is the servant of Amiquil Guizi, called..."

"Chief Lingjian, are these really fake?" Zhang Chujiu came back to his senses, pointed around, and interrupted Lingjianhong's words.

"Half real, half virtual. Ling Jianhong was stunned for a moment, and said a surprise answer, "Those of us who attended the drinking party are now in a spatial rift.

The audience behind is not a real person, but an ultra-clear simulated three-dimensional projection, but behind each projection there is a real Augustan person, watching the game and betting through the Internet. ”

"And this kind of thing," Zhang Chujiu said in astonishment, "For the Augustan family, is that formal social drinking going to be so decent?"

Ling Jianhong smiled bitterly and said: "It is indeed undignified for other families to do this, but the pigeon family will not.

Because the pigeon family used to maintain the morale of the officers and soldiers by providing services such as gambling, exchanging war spoils, and purchasing prisoners of war for His Majesty's army in times of war.

So gambling and the slave trade were his ancestral business, and it was an honourable thing to run his ancestral business according to the Augustan tradition.

Even if modern laws no longer allow it, no one can say anything..."

Zhang Chujiu pursed his lips when he heard this, and interjected: "Chief Lingjian, I'm afraid the 'tradition' you said is only among the wealthy nobles of the upper class of the Augustean civilization, so it will work."

I don't believe that an ordinary Augustan with no background or power can go through the genealogy and find that his ancestors once opened casinos and worked as slave traders, and now they can go back to their old jobs. ”

Ling Jianhong was choked speechless, and was stunned for a moment and said expressionlessly: "Corporal Zhang, don't you think it's very ridiculous to use your identity and status to discuss whether the potential social rules of the second most powerful civilization in the Galactic Alliance are reasonable."

A lot of things are justified when they exist.

Your mission now is to win this battle machine race, so keep your eyes on it. ”