You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Near the evening, the three of them drove to a top convention and exhibition center located in the center.

After showing the electronic invitation letter at the door, Qi Yu and Jiang Qiyu successfully entered.

Guided by a special person, they walked slowly through the luxuriously decorated hall, and they soon came to the door of the banquet hall for the reception.

When the waiter at the door took the initiative to open the door, Jiang Qiyu wanted to go straight in.

It's just that before the steps were taken, the hand hanging by the side was held by someone.

"..."

She looked around in confusion.

With a calm expression, Qi Yu slowly raised his left arm slightly and wrapped it around her right hand in reverse.

The posture of the two changed from walking side by side across a distance to an intimate cuddling with arms crossed.

He lowered his eyes, looked at her smooth forehead and pointed nose at his side from a close distance, and slowed down his tone involuntarily:

"Go in, don't run around, and follow me."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu put her eyes on the high-end venue, but turned her head slightly to the right, taking advantage of the fire:

"Then tell me first, what am I?"

"..."

Qi Yu frowned helplessly, and then whispered in her ear after a pause:

"Excellent."

Looking away, Jiang Qiyu raised her eyes and glared at him: "Then I can run—"

"beauty."

"Run—no."

Both of them are masters of panting, even in such a formal occasion, they can get together and talk nonsense.

Afterwards, Jiang Qiyu, who got the recognition, and Qi Yu, who got the promise not to run around, satisfied each other.

The eyes of the two met and they reached an agreement in an instant.

"Then let's go," Jiang Qiyu showed her aura of a top-notch female star, firmly held the man's strong arms, and smiled at him:

"My little master."

"..."

Qi Yu's eyes froze, and then an unconcealable smile leaked from the corner of his lips:

"My pleasure."

Along the red carpet at the entrance of the venue, the two entered hand in hand.

The man was tall and slender, and his noble temperament was unique. A well-tailored high-end black dark pattern suit made him even more extravagant.

Once entering the arena, many female guests were amazed.

But when he looked again, he found that he was accompanied by an equally eye-catching female companion.

Although the aura of the man around him was strong, the woman's light was not concealed in the slightest.

She was wearing a pearl satin gown, her perfect figure was swaying, and her elegant curled hair was decorated with a few round pearls, which was even more elegant and eye-catching against the light and shadow of the venue.

The two were not high-profile, but they still caused some people to discuss in low voices after entering the door:

"This is... the Qi family?"

"You don't know him? Qi Yu, the heir of the Qi family who came back from abroad two years ago..."

"I've heard that it's the one that releases the dog..."

"Silence."

"...Which young lady is next to Young Master Qi?"

"What look? What kind of lady is she?"

Amidst the whispers of many women, a slightly abrupt male voice suddenly broke in.

Several female guests followed the prestige, but saw a man holding a wine glass standing behind them, looking sharply at the protagonist who was just talking about:

"It's just a little celebrity who only knows how to sensationalize and pretends to be a fool to be a fool."

While speaking, his tone became more and more cold:

"Miss? She is also worthy?"

"..."

The few female guests were originally getting together to chat about gossip between the sisters.

Seeing the man's resentful appearance, he didn't answer any more. They met each other and left the place without making a sound.

They just like to gossip, and they don't want to practice sports like the young master of the Wang family.

The departure of the few people did not make the man feel peaceful. Instead, he snorted coldly at the two people not far away, and turned to leave as well.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu and Qi Yue knew nothing about the curiosity and hostility of these people.

Because the two were watching in front of rows of glass display cases in the venue.

Stopping in front of one of the display cabinets, looking at the strangely shaped wine bottles and packaging inside, Jiang Qiyu couldn't hide her surprised gaze despite her posture:

"Mountain... mountain..."

She knows a lot about baijiu, but she doesn't know much about red wine and foreign wine.

In the display cabinet in front of her, she only knew one of the two large gold-stamped characters on the pure black wine box.

"..."

The man's slightly restrained chuckle sounded from the side, and his leisurely tone reminded:

"This is Yamazaki's 55-year-old whiskey, which is considered to be the oldest Japanese whiskey. It was distilled in the 1960s and launched in 2020. There are only 100 bottles in the world."

Qi Yu looked at the whiskey in the showcase, and said calmly:

"This wine is a blend of various original wines that have been matured since 1964. The aging time is the longest among Suntory whiskeys. It is also excellent among rare whiskeys and is worth collecting."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu narrowed her eyes slightly to look at the person who suddenly turned into a whiskey collector, and said in a low voice:

"You are allergic to alcohol, and you are still interested in wine collection?"

"not interested."

Qi Yue didn't hide anything, and under her puzzled eyes, she pointed to the text introduction next to the wine bottle in the showcase:

"It's written here."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu followed his line of sight to take a look, but found a few lines of collection introductions in pure Japanese next to the wine bottle.

The pretentiousness that almost blurted out was swallowed back like this.

As soon as she moved her footsteps, she took Qi Yue's arm and changed to the next showcase, but found that the text introduction on it was even more obscure.

"..."

"This is a Scottish Bowmore Onyx 50 1970."

"..."

"The Macallan 72 Lalique crystal decanter."

"..."

"Glenlivet 80 year old single malt whiskey."

"..."

"This is--"

"stop."

Jiang Qiyu turned her head and glanced at him furtively:

"Okay, people will think that I don't know a few foreign languages ​​when they hear it."

She didn't let her speak, so Qi Yu shut up obediently, but when he looked at her side face, he couldn't help but sell his sword again:

"Speaking in tongues doesn't count as knowing a foreign language."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiyu's expression on her face was still calm and gentle, she held his right hand but exerted force secretly, sticking to his side and gnashing her teeth:

"I can not only speak in dialect, but also sign language. Would you like to try it?"

"Be merciful."

Qi Yu slid on his knees, feeling her gentle and soft hands gradually exerting strength, but his eyes and eyebrows were only smiling:

"I surrender."

The two were secretly competing, but suddenly a very enthusiastic voice came from behind:

"This is Mr. Qi, I bet with others that you won't come here today."