I thought that tonight was just a private banquet, but when he saw the rows of carriages standing side by side outside the mayor's mansion, John couldn't help but mutter.

Am I guessing wrong?

He frowned slightly, remembering what happened to him at the police station during the day, and feeling more and more that tonight was a little unusual.

"What are you doing there, if you don't go in, you're going to be late."

Seeing John there in a daze, Gretel took the lead in walking in, and the attendant at the gate obviously knew the witch witch and let him go directly, without even asking for an invitation.

"You wait in the ballroom, I'll ask Grace for a dress."

John was stunned for a moment, and wondered, "Don't you like to wear dresses?" ”

"Stupid, when you go to a banquet, there is no reason not to wear a dress."

"Then I just ......"

Gretel snorted arrogantly, "That's your clothes, I don't wear them." ”

“……”

Speechless, John handed the invitation to the attendant, and under his guidance he walked through the garden to the villa on the right.

This is the place for tonight's dance.

Compared to the grand masquerade party I attended before, this banquet was obviously much smaller.

On the flat grass, gorgeously dressed men and women gather in twos and threes, sometimes talking to each other, sometimes laughing in a low voice, and the attendants with wine utensils shuttle among them, the overall atmosphere is calm and natural, giving people a rare sense of comfort.

John asked the attendant for a cocktail, his eyes wandered back and forth, and when he was about to join a group, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder,

"John Condon, it's you."

John looked back and was stunned when he saw Phoebe's old face, and then laughed,

"I'm worried that I can't find someone I know. Unexpectedly, God sent my brother over. As he spoke, he picked up his glass and touched it, saying,

"When did Senior Brother come?"

"Two minutes before you."

Phoebe smiled slightly, found a free place to chat with John, and before long, several unfamiliar young people joined in one after another.

There, the group pursued the way of communication of the upper class, telling some innocuous jokes, and talking about a few romantic things that had just emerged, and gradually, after getting to know each other, the topic involuntarily withdrew to the banquet.

Jeffrey Fern, a self-made young businessman who has made a name for himself in the watch industry, lamented,

"I've always been surprised to be able to attend this party, and if it weren't for the stamp on the invitation, I wouldn't have believed that Mayor Logan would have invited me, a watchmaker, to his dinner."

"Huh!"

John chuckled and said, "Don't see yourself clearly, Mr. Fern, this is the United States, not England, Spain, etc., there is no distinction between nobles and commoners, and in this land, wealth and prestige are the symbols of status, and if your Excellency cannot attend this dinner with your courage and financial resources, then what is the right of me, a farmer who has fled from the country, to stay here?" ”

This unfailing compliment made the watchmaker blush and be happy, and the young people around him also had a great affection for him.

"This is reasonable, this is the New World, and the descendants of us immigrants are not rich or low."

Phoebe commented, raising her glass and touching it with the others.

When a glass of wine was about to be drunk, John appropriately turned the topic to the mayor, "Actually, I am also very puzzled in my heart, Mayor Logan rarely holds banquets, how could he suddenly invite so many young people this time." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and they all focused their eyes on Phoebe, the upper banquet was divided into groups, the children of rich families and the children of rich families communicated with each other, and the children of officials and officials communicated with each other, these groups were not obvious, but they really existed.

The few people around John, except for Phoebe, are mostly self-made young elites, who have made great achievements in their respective industries, but they are undoubtedly much worse in terms of access to information.

Phoebe smiled reservedly and said in a low voice, "I don't know the purpose of this banquet, but I did hear some news about Mayor Logan, a few days ago, when Mr. Robin was out of town, he was attacked by a group of unknown people, was shot twice, and fainted on the spot." ”

"And this kind of thing!"

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and John frowned, this was the first time he had heard of this.

"How is the health of His Excellency the Mayor, does it matter?" Someone asked,

Phoebe shook her head, "You don't have to worry about this, according to the doctor, the mayor's luck is very good, the bullet didn't hit the vital point, the wound is not deep, and you can recover after a period of rest." ”

Hearing this, several people present sighed one after another.

"It's even more puzzling." John shook his glass, his face full of doubt, "Since Mr. Logan is recuperating from his bed, why do you want to send out invitations to hold this banquet?" ”

This question directly hit the nail on the head, and everyone was silent and silent.

At this moment, Phoebe suddenly smashed John's arm and whispered,

"Your opponent is coming."

John followed his gaze, and at the front door of the villa appeared a young white man with eyes, not tall, slightly chubby, and about thirty years old.

The young man seemed to be very popular here, and along the way, many young men and women who were talking stopped and raised their glasses to him.

"Who is he?"

"The fourth son of the Rover family, Liles Rover, is in the tobacco industry, and the cigarette factory that troubles you is in his name." Phoebe explained in a low voice,

"So, the Irish ruffians who have been abusing outside my door these days are the ones he hired." John said in a deep voice, his eyes a little cold.

"I don't know."

Phoebe shook her head and smiled and suggested, "Well, why don't you go over and get acquainted?" ”

"Of course, the enemy is in front of you, so there is no reason to retreat."

John took his glass, drank it all, said sorry to the others, and strode over, Phoebe smiled, shook her glass, and followed.

The strange behavior of the two attracted a lot of attention, and some people who knew John couldn't help but show a strange look in their eyes when they saw the direction he was traveling, the news that the four sons of Rover were building a cigarette factory in Memphis is not a secret in the business circle, many people know it, and they also know that the four sons of Rover are trying to obtain the patent rights of the cigarette machine, and for this reason, they even used some means that cannot see the light.

And now, the inventor of the cigarette maker is here.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat mang, and the good show is being staged.

I don't know if the calm and experienced four sons of Rover can resist the fangs of the "giant wolf killer".

The young men and women who knew what had happened turned their gaze between John Conton and the four sons of Lovell.