At half past nine o'clock in the evening, a huge and luxurious night banquet was underway.

With the conductor raising his arms in the air, the orchestra officially played.

The sound of the symphony echoed in the hall, and people were still holding wine glasses, constantly communicating.

Communication is wonderful.

This is the mutual communication of ideas, and the collision of wisdom.

In this exchange, many wonderful ideas can be born, including business.

And the cocktail party-like dinner party is one of the most enthusiastic forms of Western high society.

The organizers will invite capitalists of the same class to the same platform, so that they can carry out barrier-free communication and exchanges, so as to stimulate the local economy and currency circulation in order to flourish the local economic development, collide with more sparks, and stimulate the local economy and currency circulation.

And often the top dinner is hosted by the top local characters.

Such as mayors, bank presidents, or respected nobles and family leaders.

Because at their level, they no longer care about whether a certain business, a certain enterprise, or a certain project is profitable.

They are more concerned about whether their cities can develop rapidly, whether money circulates frequently, and whether the middle class and real estate class can make money.

These few people control the rhythm of the city.

They are the people at the top of the pyramid.

To them, a city is like a fish pond.

The middle class, the lower class, business executives and the poor are nothing more than fish they raise.

Only when the water in the fish pond is good, then these fish can be fatter,

When the net is closed, they will naturally be able to make a lot of money.

It's like a dinner party at this time.

These gentlemen and entrepreneurs who are dressed up are just fish.

But they are willing to be fish, even though they know that they are fish, and they will be complacent because they are big fish and can eat small fish that they don't know who they are.

Jiang Yang is also a fish.

But he is an awakened fish.

Because he knew in his heart that his food was not small fish, but those who fed the fish.

He is a piranha.

Jiang Yang is good at communicating, especially this kind of communication in Western countries.

He can enthusiastically wander among different gentlemen and wealthy nobles, frequently raising glasses and talking and laughing.

Although his English is terrible and his pronunciation is extremely non-standard, he can always make the other party understand what he means in various ways.

As long as he wants.

Thinking and liking are two different things.

Taking the initiative to communicate with others is what Jiang Yang wants to do at this time, but he is also extremely repulsive in his heart.

Behind the enthusiasm is a cold heart.

He doesn't like to deal with the living, and he doesn't like to cling to these so-called nobles.

But there was no way, because he knew very well in his heart that the office at this time needed a lot of contacts and resources.

If he wants to do more in South Wali, he has to make more "friends".

Jiang Yang's style made Liu Zhendong dumbfounded.

As a Chinese cultivated from the roots of the system, he is very repulsive to this kind of occasion, and even a little incomprehensible.

Liu Zhendong couldn't understand and couldn't accept that the director of the official office of the dignified Chinese Resident Committee should appear in front of the public in such a frivolous state, and this kind of behavior was very cheap.

Looking at the way he could chat with anyone, exchange business cards, raise a glass to drink, and force a smile, Liu Zhendong stopped.

He didn't fit in.

You must know that in China, anyone who has an official background and drinks in public with the people and entrepreneurs will be criticized by the people.

Even if you want to drink it, you have to keep it in a small room.

Drink secretly.

Chat secretly.

There is no light in sight.

It's shameful

Target.

A total of 6 people came to the representative office this time.

Liu Zhendong, Jiang Yang, Bancun, Si Mu, Zu Shengdong, An Mei.

At this time, except for Jiang Yang and Si Mu, who joined the drinking party, shuttled between various upper-class people, and were even busy, the other four people were all at a loss, standing there not knowing what to do.

It's embarrassing.

Si Mu has a superior family background since he was a child, and he is naturally handy to deal with this kind of occasion, and he is even more familiar with the etiquette of various countries.

She is proficient in many Chinese languages, and after a while, she has made a lot of "friends".

Everyone was curious about her identity, and she generously took out her business card, first explaining the identity of the office, and then the identity of "DB".

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that the "Beauty Training Camp" project that had recently become popular in Nanwali was actually run by a Chinese girl.

Whenever he heard this, Si Mu would generously say, "The boss of DB is not me, it's my third father!"

Then, he pointed his finger at the young man who was talking to someone.

Someone talked, and Si Mu talked to someone.

Someone invited him to dance, so Si Mu generously went to dance with him.

Whether it is ballroom dancing or personal Latin, Si Mu actually dances well.

Sure enough, the girl that Si Hai smashed with money is still a little good.

Looking at Si Mu, who was dancing not far away, Jiang Yang thought in his heart.

"Jiang?"

At this time, there was a man in his fifties and a personable Venezuelan man standing in front of Jiang Yang, and when he saw Jiang Yang looking at him stunned, he couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Yang came back to his senses and smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yorick, I saw a friend."

Yorick was just met by Jiang Yang, and after talking, he learned that this person was the president of a bank in South Wale, and he was invited by Moxilin to attend the dinner.

When Jiang Yang mentioned the office of the Chinese Embassy in the Chinese People's Republic of China, Yorick immediately said that he was very impressed by the office, because the procedures for the "false letter of guarantee" also passed through him when it was issued.

To this end, Yorick also got to know the Chinese Embassy Office and did a lot of homework.

So when Jiang Yang mentioned the office, Yorick was no stranger at all.

Thanks to their partnership, the two soon had a common topic.

Once people have a common topic, communication will become simple and pleasant.

When you drink two glasses of wine and exchange business cards, you can be regarded as acquainted.

Communication, it's as simple as that.

And this kind of communication is also Jiang Yang's purpose.

In just an hour's work, he got to know a lot of people like Yorick, and there are elites in various industries.

Banks, lawyers, real estate developers, luxury cars, hotels, farms, and so on.

They are all celebrities at the top of South Wale, with a lot of property, high status, and power, and they are all connections that Moxilin has gained in the market position.

Jiang Yang is a person who can't afford to make profits early and never does useless work.

He spoke to Yorick for a few words, and after only a sip of wine, he said he had business to do with him.

Yorick was happy and said he could talk at any time, but tonight he just wanted to drink and dance.

Because the day's work is so tiring.

"Jiang, you know, Nanvali's happiness index is not high, and I've been working for seven hours now. On this wonderful night, I think it should be with beautiful women, not business."

Yorick held his wine glass and looked at Jiang Yang with a smile.

Jiang Yang reached out to clink glasses and smiled, "Of course."

Yorick happily put his arm around Jiang Yang's shoulder: "Since you agree with me, then I think you should be willing to go to the carnival with me." Jiang, my friend, before we talk about cooperation, I think I should prepare a gift for you."

After that, he loosened his shirt with a loose neckline, and smiled evilly: "In this country, beautiful women are the most sacred and the greatest treasure of all people, just like there."

Outside the transparent glass walls, a group of delicately dressed girls in long skirts were walking inside.

They are beautifully painted with makeup, enthusiastic and unrestrained.

There is no restraint, only being generous.

When you approach Yorick, the girls will kiss and greet each other with a smile, just like old friends for many years, and the smiles on their faces are also very bright.

"They're the brightest stars in the city."

Yorick's hand on Jiang Yang's shoulder was slightly strained, and he smiled, "Pick a girl you like, dance a dance, and then welcome our hysterical carnival tonight!"

Jiang Yang laughed, pointed at Yorick with a wicked smile on his face, and shook his head helplessly.

Just as he looked at the group of women, he saw that there was also a girl looking at him curiously.

"Is that you?"