Zhao Ming glanced around the crowd and didn't find Mrs. Tang, so he took Gu Xiaoyun to the dining area and began to choose food at random.

Neither of them had dinner, and they came here to eat their stomachs first.

Zhao Ming's idea is very simple, dancing is just incidental, he has to make full use of this opportunity to open up contacts.

I don't know if what Mrs. Tang said is true.

Zhao Mingke remembered that this girl could promise at that time that she would help him introduce some celebrities and dignitaries from Tianjin.

It's just that there is no one to be found in this meeting, but in order to maintain the image, Zhao Ming can't do anything, and he has to treat this ball with a very gentlemanly style.

It's uncomfortable to eat, you can only eat in small bites, but the buffet here is more about pastries, and it's not enough to stuff your teeth.

And Gu Xiaoyun was completely shocked by this ball.

She'd been to a lot of balls in the past, but rarely had the opportunity to get in.

She was very observant, and quickly judged what kind of venue it was by some familiar people in the ball.

Powerful!

A field that non-powerful people can't enter.

Gu Xiaoyun had never entered this kind of field before, and this kind of place was a high-end venue in her opinion.

I thought that the venue she had been to before was a high-end ball, but now it really doesn't seem to be a big deal.

She only knew a few people here, and they had all seen them in other ballrooms before.

And those few people were in other dance halls, and they were all extraordinarily noble existences.

But here, these familiar people can only shrink into the corners.

seems to be very clear about his identity, for fear of stealing the limelight of the real nobles here.

At this moment, she was inexplicably a little more suspicious of Zhao Ming's identity.

Chabei United Mining Company? Is it really just a coal boss? It can't be a little bit of another identity, right?

After all, it is not uncommon for the sons of powerful people to end up doing business in these years.

"What is this gentleman called?"

Just as Zhao Ming was taking a small sip of the pastry, a slightly muffled voice came from beside him.

Looking sideways, I saw a little fat man smiling and stretching out his hand to him.

Fatso?

Young fat people are really rare these days, and being able to eat fat means that the family has money!

"Your surname is Zhao, I don't know this gentleman...."

"Wang, everyone calls me Wang Fatzi, my father works at the customs, I don't know ....."

Wang Ziqi naturally came here with a bit of purpose this time.

His family does work in the customs, but he is just a middle- and low-level official, and he has a lot of oil and water on weekdays.

But this good day is coming to an end, and recently the old man at home got a little news, and I heard that the head is going to change the General Administration of Customs.

And most of his old man will have to be replaced with him.

Doesn't this make him participate in the prom as much as possible and make some friendships.

Over the past month, he has been almost non-stop, attending at least one dance party every day, and sometimes rushing to two venues in a row.

The advantage of this is to develop a good eyesight.

No, when he saw Zhao Ming, he felt that this person had a good appearance and a good temperament, and he must be the person he was looking for.

However, Zhao Ming didn't know that this product was also here to fish in troubled waters like himself.

Hearing that this fat man turned out to be the son of the customs department, Zhao Ming still felt that this kid was a talent, and decided to take a good stammer.

However, the superficial reserve still needs to be maintained.

"Did Mr. Wang bring his female companion over tonight?" Zhao Ming chatted.

"Female companion, I really want it, but unfortunately no one looks down on me."

The fat man spread his hands, but soon he showed a helpless expression and pointed to some of the ladies on the dance floor.

"Brother Zhao, you see, those are all famous ladies in our Jinmen.

Many of them came alone, and some of them were widows.

Tsk, the husband at home left a large sum of money, if this can hook up with one.

My fat body will be supported by someone in the future, but it's a pity that people don't pay attention to me when I go up to talk to me.

Alas, if you want me to say, it's better to be this little girl, the little girl is easy to hook up.

But this noble lady and these widows, all of them have their noses up in the sky.

People are really here to dance. ”

Wang Fatzi was very resentful of this, and Zhao Ming couldn't help muttering in his heart when he heard it.

The heart said that it was not because you were too fat and didn't look good?

Widows just come to dance? Zhao Ming didn't believe this.

"Brother Wang, no, this widow has a lot of things to do in front of the door, how can anyone come here to dance?"

"Hey, Brother Zhao, don't believe it, especially in this kind of high-end venue, people are here to dance.

But Brother Zhao, although you do look okay, you want to dance with them....."

Saying that, the fat man looked Zhao Ming up and down, and then shook his head.

"It's not my brother, I look down on you, it's just that you're too young.

These sisters are all mature women, and they like successful mature people, and you almost mean it. ”

Fat Wang sneered and shook his head, he was quite confident in this.

The lady here also wants to save face, and usually finds someone of her age to act as a dance partner.

Zhao Ming looked a little tender.

"By the way, Brother Zhao, how old are you this year?" Wang Fatzi was a little curious, and he didn't ask his age after chatting for so long.

"It's twenty-two this year, what?"

"Twenty-two? Are you still old? ”

Wang Fatzi's words are not false, the main reason is that Zhao Ming's dress is very mature, and as a result of being exposed to the wind and sun in the grassland, he does look a lot more mature than twenty-two, and at first glance twenty-four or five is possible.

"Sir, can I invite you to dance?"

Just when Wang Fatzi was complaining about Zhao Ming, a woman's voice suddenly came from his side.

Then he saw a noble lady inviting Zhao Ming to dance.

Before he could speak, Zhao Ming had already been dragged away and onto the dance floor.

"This.... Still.... There are still people who are good at this...."

Wang Fatzi stretched out his hand and found that Zhao Ming's gang had been dragged away.

Gu Xiaoyun, who was also in a state of thinking in the other half, was also stunned.

She's a real dance partner who hasn't danced yet, so she's been cut off?

Zhao Ming was also quite helpless, and this unknown lady seemed a little anxious.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know how to dance."

Zhao Ming said a little apologetically, originally he wanted to practice dance steps with Gu Xiaoyun first, after all, this is a courtesan, and people understand.

However, before he was ready, he was dragged away by this lady, who looked quite standard.

"Giggle~It's okay, I'll teach you~"

The woman smiled and smiled at Zhao Ming, and then Zhao Ming danced to the music under the guidance of the other party.

It's just that Zhao Ming really didn't skip it, and he stepped on the other party several times.

It stands to reason that this kind of rude behavior has long been unbearable for ordinary people to scold.

However, this noble lady seems to be very educated, and she is not at all as rejected thousands of miles away as Wang Fatzi said.

The other party was very enthusiastic, even if Zhao Ming kept making mistakes, she still taught enthusiastically, and also tried to encourage Zhao Ming not to give up.

The place where the two danced was not far from Wang Fatzi, so the noble lady's enthusiastic words were all listened to by Wang Fatzi.

He looked at it a little confused, this noble lady who had ignored him before, and her smiling face was a little pink at the moment.