Lumien pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the Count of Puiver with a smile:

"That's my pleasure."

With that, he made the gesture of inviting Miss Eloth.

The Count of Puiver, in a red shirt, waved his hand:

"Wait until she's done playing the piece."

Lumian turned his head and glanced in the direction of the piano, and finally saw the appearance of Miss Elose:

With soft brown eyebrows, bright brown eyes, slightly pursed cheeks, and soft contours, she was a girl under twenty years old, and there was no obvious trace of the Sauron family.

According to Puifer's introduction, Elos should belong to the Sauron family in the maternal line.

Lumian turned around, picked up a glass of red, white and blue liqueur on the coffee table, and chatted with Count Puiver, Jia Anoli and others about the recent popular themes and scandals in the circle.

During this time, he has been buying newspapers such as "Weekly", "Debate", "Trier Youth" and "Grimace" magazine to improve his "self-cultivation", in order to cope with similar occasions.

The dark-haired lady who had just crouched next to Count Puiver had already stood up and moved elsewhere to watch a few newspaper editors play billiards.

Lumien knew that she was definitely not the Countess of Puiver, for Aurore had told him that in Trier, such a small salon and a limited ball, it was customary for the hostess and the hostess to appear at the same time, otherwise it would give the guests the impression that they were flaunting their affection in a low way, and it would be undignified to spread it, so that when the man or the hostess held a salon, his spouse would go to someone else's.

When he first heard about this, Lumian was not yet fifteen years old, but he thought that Trier had a lot of rules, and in retrospect, he had only one thought:

You Triers have developed such absurd and comical unspoken rules for the convenience of cheating, and everyone is happy to abide by them!

At the end of a movement, Elos left the piano and walked to the sofa area, where she was introduced by her cousin, met Lumian, pulled over a high stool, sat down with her legs together, and listened quietly to the conversation.

As time went on, others gathered in this direction, and Laurent came after a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and dressed in casual formal clothes.

"This is Cornell, the editor-in-chief of Little Trier." The Count of Puiver gave an introduction to Lumian.

Lumian had read the newspaper, and the "Star Bridge to the Red Moon" advertisement was placed on it.

Remembering the advertisement now, he suspected that it might be a scam or the performance art of the Triers, but also suspected that it involved the followers of some evil gods.

This is Charles Brown, the general manager of the Coast Import & Export Company. Dubois. Puiver told Cornell about Gardner's fake identity for Lumien.

Cornell stretched out his right hand in amazement:

"You're young."

Lumian stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said with a smile:

"It's a reward for my hard work and hard work."

The poet Elite was about to grunt out loud about the fact that most of the people here studied and worked hard, and that no one had become the general manager of a large company at a young age, Lumian had added in a self-deprecating tone:

"It was because I performed well in these two areas that my father appointed me as the general manager of the import and export company."

After everyone present was stunned for a moment, they understood what Lumian meant, and laughed back and forth.

They are interested in the Charles. Dubois's impression is even better.

In their circle, there is no shortage of people who rely on their father's shadow and sit in very important positions at a young age, and those people are either very taboo about others mentioning their parents and elders in front of them, and have to show the so-called ability, or they are not confident and mature enough, and there are very few people who can be as generous, calm, humorous, and not ostentatious as Lumian, and the Count of Puiver was barely one.

After amusing everyone with the humor he learned from his sister, Lumian deliberately looked at Laurent and said:

"Who is this?"

Plop, plop, Laurent's heart beat rapidly.

Although the two sides have a tacit agreement not to reveal each other's true identities, he has a good understanding of Charles. Dubois, the gang leader, lacks sufficient understanding and is afraid that the other party will suddenly change his mind.

Cornell, the editor-in-chief of Little Trier, pointed to the young man next to him:

"Laurent, very talented, very knowledgeable, very polite, I have been observing him for almost three months, and I am going to hire him as my assistant as an associate editor, how about it, Laurent, I suddenly made such an invitation, would you like to agree?

Laurent was startled at first, and then was struck by great joy, and the whole person was a little dizzy.

Isn't it just for this day that he swallowed pain and anxiety, endured the cries of his mother and the spurning of his neighbors?

He always believes that with his talent, he should not be reduced to the bottom, and he has been looking for opportunities, even if he needs to squeeze his mother to support the disguised decency.

Laurent didn't let herself be too excited, and responded to Editor-in-Chief Cornell with a smile:

"It's my pleasure."

Yes, although speculation is very risky, the benefits are also considerable, but if you don't change your mentality, really start from your current position, and think about constantly speculating to improve your social status, you will lose everything sooner or later....... Lumian remembered some of the words his sister had said when the stock was losing money, and combined with the current situation, he mentally commented on Laurent's behavior.

Unlike Charles, he was very disdainful of this oppressive speculation, and as long as Laurent's mother could accept it, and did not ask for help to beat her son or show a strong willingness to resist, he felt nothing.

After Cornell and the others were seated, Lumian asked curiously:

"Where did you and Laurent meet?"

"At the Vichy Café." Cornell replied with a smile on his face, "He often came over to talk to us about all sorts of things in Trier and give us his opinions. ”

Café Vichy, the place where 5 Felkin can buy half a bottle of natural water with two boiled eggs? Laurent's mother, Mrs. Lacazin, was too busy to earn 3 Feldin all day...... However, the investment has paid off, and even if the newspaper in charge of the size of "Little Trier" is only an associate editor, even if it is just a new employee, it has an income of nearly 5,000 filkins a year, which is still on the surface...... Lumian compares the changes before and after, and feels that Laurent's obsession with speculative connections also has its own reasons.

However, one out of a hundred people who do this is considered a success.

Lumian glanced at Laurent, who was vigilantly peeking at him, and changed the subject with a smile:

"Cornell, I saw an advertisement for a 'Star Bridge' in the Little Trier last month, or earlier, and I thought it was interesting, do you know anything?"

Cornell took a puff on his pipe and laughed:

"I think it's a bunch of paranoia, but since they're paying, there's no reason why I can't let them advertise, maybe to trick the fanatical mechanical science enthusiasts."

"How are they doing now?" Lumian laughed, "I want to invest a little money in them to see if they are fraudsters or if they can really do something." ”

The poet Elite took up her large cigarette gun and muttered:

"You might as well sponsor me if you invest in them, at least you can scold me for writing like a piece of shit, and I won't contradict you."

"No problem, how about five thousand Filkin?" Lumian has a posture of not taking money as money.

He planned to wait and give Elite only 3,000 Filkin, under the pretext that he didn't have enough cash.

Elite put down her smoking gun and opened her arms:

"Praise the sun, and make Charles' malice a little more ferocious!"

"Haha, when the salon is over, let's go back to the old town together." Lumian hinted that he would definitely sponsor it in the future, and not give it directly now in order to appear less coppery.

After this episode, Cornell became much more enthusiastic about Lumian:

"I don't know what happened to that group of people, they've only been advertising for a month."

After a little more conversation, the Count of Puiver looked at the sun, which was beginning to set, looked around, and smiled and proposed:

"Let's play the King's Cake game, shall we? It's a warm-up before dinner. ”

Will you only be able to play this game? Do you have a childhood...... Lumien is just slandering, no objection.

The others agreed, and the Count of Puiver immediately asked the manservant to bring the great king's bread that had been prepared in the kitchen.

It's like the lid of a saucepan that snaps directly onto a silver plate, giving off an alluring color and smell.

"Who's in charge of cutting?" Count Puiver's gaze swept over each participant.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Come, Elose, you are the youngest and prettiest lady here."

Elose, who was sitting on the barstool next to Lumien, jumped down lightly, picked up her knife, and began to cut the king's cake.

Listen to my cousin's words very much, and depend on the Sauron family to survive on Count Puiver? Lumian found that Elose was skillful and usually played with a dinner knife.

Soon, the huge king's cake was roughly divided into twenty-nine portions.

As on the previous occasion, the Count of Puiver proposed to offer the extra piece of bread to his ancestor Fomunda. Sauron, no one objected.

After completing this part of the ceremony, the entire living room became extremely quiet, and the outside of the castle seemed to freeze.

"Laurente, you and Charles are here for the first time for my Saturday salon, and you will be the first to choose." The Count of Puiver set his sights on Lumien and Laurent.

Lumian laughed "haha":

"Of course the master was the first to choose, don't you say?"

At his instigation, the rest of the participants also thought that it should be started by the male host.

The Count of Puiver did not refrain any more, took a piece of the King's Bread, and said to the people:

"It's the king who bites the gold coin."

Seeing that the member of the Sauron family had completed his selection, Lumian leaned out of his body with more peace of mind to find his target.

He first let the Count of Puiver pick the double insurance, and then, when there were still more cakes left, he took advantage of Themipolos's rejection of this matter to choose the bread that did not contain the gold coins.

This time, Temmibolos did not make a sound announcement, and Lumian naturally picked up the piece of king's bread he had chosen.

Before he could sit down, his mind suddenly drifted into a trance, and he seemed to see the narrow glass window again, and the dark red-haired man who had gouged out his eyeballs.