Shanghai morning

The original name of Paramount Hall is "Paramount Hall", and the homonym is very appropriate. This is the largest entertainment place in the west area of ​​Shanghai. Symbol of corruption.The music is endless every night, and the rich are here to indulge in luxury and luxury. The tall buildings and brightly lit dance halls completely isolate the cold and hunger in the alleys of the poor areas.

Although it has been a long time ago, it was the first time for Wang Yao to walk into Paramount, with his head slightly lowered nervously, his arms hanging on his sides too neatly, and his steps were as small as possible.Because he was dressed more decently, although the waiter at the door looked at him strangely, he didn't make things difficult for him after all, and let Wang Yao in sideways.

As soon as he went up the stairs, Francis in a gorgeous tuxedo greeted him: "Xiao Yao, you are finally here, this dress really suits you!" He pulled Wang Yao up and down to look him up and down, and said dissatisfiedly, "But why is his complexion so bad? I haven't been here lately. Have a good rest?" As he spoke, he suddenly opened his palm and patted Wang Yao's cheeks a few times.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yao was startled, and his face was slapped.

"It looks better this way!" Francis said, and rubbed Wang Yao's lips vigorously with his fingers, "Well, it's much better, let's go in now! The girls will definitely like you!"

In the magnificent ballroom, well-dressed men and women danced gracefully, or gathered together in groups of three or four. Uniformed waiters walked through it carrying drinks, and stopped by a certain guest from time to time.There are faces of foreigners everywhere, and occasionally one or two wealthy Chinese can be seen.The fresh pictures made Wang Yao overwhelmed. After the initial nervousness disappeared, he began to look around like a curious child. When he came back to his senses, he found that Francis had long since disappeared, and left him alone by the French window to fend for himself.Wang Yao immediately became embarrassed and searched the crowd blankly, but he couldn't find Francis among them.

Arthur saw Wang Yao from a distance, and also saw Francis talking to a blonde beauty.That beauty is the daughter of the president of CACI. Her father is French and her mother is Belgian.Francis was communicating with her in French. Although Arthur couldn't understand, he could see Francis's kindness in every possible way, and felt an inexplicable unhappiness in his heart.

"Damn bearded bastard!" Arthur cursed under his breath.

"I think I'm clean-shaven." The person next to him said suddenly, which startled Arthur, and he remembered Al who was left by him.

"I didn't say you, I said that old French rascal!" Arthur pointed to Francis who was still trying to curry favor with the beautiful woman.

Al looked at Francis, then at Wang Yao by the window: "He is indeed a jerk, why don't you stop him?"

"I can't," Arthur gritted his teeth, "We have dealings with CA-CIB, that lady can't afford to offend her!"

"Sure enough, everything you do is meaningful, even if you let your partners pursue women." Al shrugged. "And what about the little Chinese otter? What's the use of him?"

"Of course it won't be useless." Arthur refused to explain.

"In that case, should I take care of him? I think he's going to freak out." Al looked at Wang Yao, who was about to hide himself behind the curtain.

Just as Arthur was about to say something, suddenly a pair of outstanding men and women walked into the ballroom. Both of them had looks that could not be ignored, especially the man with silver hair and red wine eyes, and the girl with hair like a waterfall. Brown hair, tall and sexy, a backless evening dress perfectly outlines her slender figure.

"Look, my uncle is the focus of everyone's attention wherever he goes!" The silver-haired man said with a big grin.

"I don't think this is a good thing, Gilbert," said the brown-haired beauty who was holding his arm. "Before Luther arrives, don't cause trouble!"

"It doesn't matter if Assi doesn't come, Elizabeth. I can handle such a small situation by myself!" Gilbert said proudly, "Besides, Assi has to take care of those two troublesome guys, it's enough for him It's over!"

"Are you sure you're not the third?" Elizabeth squinted at him suspiciously, "In my opinion, you are more of a headache to Luther than both Ferry and my brother."

"What nonsense? Don't compare me with that young master!" Gilbert retorted excitedly.

"Yes, you don't deserve to be compared to my brother!" Elizabeth said as she shook off Gilbert's arm, and walked away angrily.

Gilbert froze in place at first, and then shouted in a voice that most people could hear: "Let's go! Let's go! My uncle is doing well alone!"

Al, who watched the whole process, asked Arthur beside him: "Who is that silver-haired idiot?"

Arthur said: "That's Gilbert Beschmidt, German, of military descent, but there's nothing of that heritage in him. The girl is Elizabeth Hedwigley, Austrian, Kiel Bert's girlfriend."

"Looks like they've scored this time," Al said gloatingly.

"No, they have this 'breakup' several times a day," Arthur said nonchalantly, "but they reconcile quickly so that they can go to the next breakup war."

"Is the general's prodigal son?" Al asked with interest. Strictly speaking, he could be considered a prodigal himself.

"It should be noted that Gilbert's younger brother Ludwig, that one is really like the son of the Beschmidt family." Arthur said, "but he hasn't arrived today, and he is usually on time as usual." Big Ben."

"Big Ben also stops sometimes." Al said and wanted to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Arthur called him hastily.

"Look after the little otter for you." Al pointed to the curtain and walked there quickly.

At a loss, Wang Yao half-blocked himself with the floor-to-ceiling curtains. He really wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to leave so rashly.He didn't understand what Arthur wanted him to do here, he seemed to be the only extra person in the ballroom—maybe not the only one, the pissed-off silver-haired man also seemed to be embarrassingly boring.

"Hey, Yao." Suddenly someone called him.

As soon as Wang Yao looked up, he saw Al in a white dress, which was completely different from the one in a jacket and leather boots. Al in this dress was less wild, but also handsome.

"Ah, it's you, what a coincidence!" Wang Yao showed his first smile tonight.

"It's no coincidence that Arthur will bring you here, and he will bring me here," Al said. "What are you doing behind the curtains? Get out."

"But I have nowhere to go." Wang Yao whispered.

"Isn't there a 'place' around me?" Al said with a smirk, "If you don't come out again, I'll throw you in the middle of the dance floor for everyone to admire."

"But--"

"Give you two options: come out by yourself or be pulled out by me."

Wang Yao had no choice but to compromise and walked out of the corner where he was hiding.

Al took Wang Yao to the long table where the meals were placed, and skillfully selected a few dishes and put them into a delicate porcelain plate and stuffed them to Wang Yao: "It tastes good and is not poisonous, I tasted it just now."

The overly nervous Wang Yao was in no mood and embarrassed to eat here, but doing something was better than standing, so he carefully picked up a small looking snack and put it into his mouth.

"It would be great if there were big pieces of snacks." Al said to himself, and he remembered Wang Yao holding chocolate like an otter and gnawing on it.

"What?" Wang Yao raised his head and asked, with a bit of cake crumbs on his mouth.

"It's nothing, the food here is too small." Al said casually wiping the crumbs off Wang Yao's mouth.At this time, a waiter passed him with a tray, and he took two glasses of champagne casually, and asked Wang Yao, "Can you drink?"

"Not really." Wang Yao shook his head, but the drink in Al's hand didn't look threatening, so he wanted to try it.

"Try this." Al handed him a glass.

Wang Yao took a sip carefully, and couldn't help but said, "It's just soda!"

Watching Wang Yao drink up the "soda" in one breath, Al didn't stop him. Although the champagne was delicious, it had a lot of stamina. It is estimated that Wang Yao would faint after a while.But the amount of one cup is not enough to make people fall down, even if Wang Yao is too bad, at worst, just carry him back, Al thought to himself.

On the other side, Elizabeth approached Francis with a provocative gait: "Hey, Mr. Bonnoff, my playboy, you have had a lot of love tonight! Is that blond beauty just now your new love?"

Francis gracefully bowed to Elizabeth: "If you can't be favored by the most beautiful Miss Hedwiley, what is an affair?"

Elizabeth laughed heartily: "You bad boy, you don't have a single truth in your mouth! But you are so charming!"

Francis is probably often praised in this way, so he said without any shyness: "I am so lucky in my life to be able to use the word 'charming' for Miss Hedwig, who is so elusive to all men!"

"Francis, you bastard! Stop seducing my woman!" An angry voice interrupted the love between the two, and it was Gilbert.

Elizabeth stared at Gilbert with victorious eyes, snorted, and walked away haughtily, flicking her long hair.

"Hey, old man Keel, it's your fault for making women unhappy." Francis and Gilbert were old friends.

"It's not your turn to take care of it! You well-bred rascal!" Gilbert retaliated, "It doesn't matter if you chat up women everywhere like this, that sour Englishman doesn't care about you."

Francis said with a smile: "This is also one of my jobs. There are times when you need to use charm in business."

"Fortunately, I don't have to worry about this kind of thing," Gilbert picked up a glass of wine, "I'm glad I have a brother like Luther."

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." Francis smiled and pointed to the door.

A group of three walked into the lively dance hall.