[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

If there's one thing that appeals to me about charity galas, it's the ability to wear pretty little dresses.

"Long skirts are not for you," Perla said to me.

She wasn't happy staying at home so she ran out with me without saying hello to her brother (whoever it was).

I finished my work here with Mr. Fitzgerald's order, and he got the tickets for the charity gala attended by the high society in New York through him as an introduction. Although I participated in a lot in Italy before, but because of the local combat, Even if I wear a suit, no one will say anything about me-but New York is different, this is not my place after all.

"Damn it." I looked at the aqua blue dress in my hand, "Why!"

"Because Hanako, although you have a good figure and are well-proportioned...but you are short." She was sitting on the bed, wearing shorts and suspenders, holding an ice cream stick in her mouth without any ladylike image.

But you're short but you're short but you're short...

Fatal blows swirl in my mind.

Damn it, what's the matter with this kid, why is his mouth so poisonous!

"You are suitable for wearing a small dress." She crossed her legs and took out a small lake blue dress for me from the clothes on the bed, "The small dress can show your long legs and pure temperament, Asians are inherently It is easy to look young, and there is nothing more suitable than a small dress."

"You are really good at matching." I took a small dress and looked it over.

Two days ago, I packed a certain Stone Arrow and mailed it back to Vongola with the highest standard alert, and specially designated Ace as the recipient, and he passed it on to Ango. After Ango extracted the information on it, he would email the paper ...I mean send the data to me.

This is the benefit of modern civilization. It is very convenient to do anything, and one link links this link.

"Well, I really want to be a fashion designer." She answered me with her face propped up, "Actually, you are quite suitable for wearing light-colored clothes. You have a pure face, why do you have to wear a suit to make yourself look so ugly?" Like a black boss."

...Because I am currently a black boss.

"It's a matter of personal hobbies..." I rubbed my forehead.

Pera couldn't come to the charity gala at night. She hid in the hotel and watched TV, while I stood alone in the hotel where the gala was held, my whole body was in a mess.

You New Yorkers really know how to play.

"Pfft, don't you have a mask?" A familiar voice came from behind me, and I turned to look at Mr. Fitzgerald. I have one, so that should be for me.

Wow, did this guy figure it out correctly and didn't tell me that this was a masquerade ball, did he intend to embarrass me?What's going on with all your foreign bosses, elementary school students?

"I thought Mori Ogai was enough for elementary school students... What's the matter with your wife accusing you?" I gave him a blank look, and didn't bring my wife to the charity masquerade ball?Are you really a wife accuser?

"I only dance with my wife," he proudly lifted the mask, "and she doesn't like this kind of social scene very much, so I came by myself." He handed me the mask.

I took the mask from his hand and heard him say, "How is it? The charity ball in New York is very grand."

Compared with charity, this kind of dance is more like a gold pan where rich people interact with each other and look for opportunities. In order to stir up the atmosphere, some special dancers or models are even invited to come - money, fine wine, beauties, food, power - — This place gathers everything that can stimulate the exciting senses of human beings.

"Come to Venice when you have time, I'll show you what a masquerade is." I put on a mask and stepped up the stairs in high heels.

Ah, repeat, I hate high heels, I think they are one of the worst inventions in human history, especially pointy heels, which serve no purpose other than to make your feet suffer.

Everyone wears masks, and if you want to find Joseph Joestar...

It's not difficult at all.

After all, his painting style is different from those around him.

A 1.9-meter-five, 60-year-old man with a muscular body, looks bright anywhere, not to mention the mask he wears is so... coquettish.

"You can see it at a glance." The corner of my mouth twitched.

"Oh, although I know that you are looking for Joseph Joestar to invest in real estate, but on this occasion, if you go up to strike up a conversation, it will make people suspicious." Fitzgerald, don't look at him, he seems very serious Another domineering president, in fact he is a sand sculpture, probably as a wife to praise the same kind, this dead gossip told me, "It is said that he and his wife have been married for more than 40 years and have never quarreled. I won’t lose to him in that regard.”

"If you don't cheat, you win." I complained.

"???" He suddenly turned his head to look at me, "What?"

"Nothing." I took a sip of the cherry juice in my hand.

He still had a suspicious look on his face, so I rolled my eyes, "You stinky men, with sweet lips and flamboyant hearts, you'll be fine if you don't quarrel? Suffocating to death is the kingly way."

"...Don't confuse me with a cheating man. I only love my wife all my life." The wife accuses her of expressing her sincerity even if her wife is not around. Then he held back for a long time, and suddenly showed a rather sinister smile, " How did you know? Or did you investigate before coming here?"

I raised the cherry juice in my hand to him, "Did you see that?"

"Look at what?" He froze for a moment.

I leaned against the bar, "Ice Floe on Cherry Juice."

"I see, but what does this have to do with the ice floe on the cherry juice?"

"... Cheating is like ice floe on cherry juice, it can be seen through at a glance." I patted the non-existent ash on the little dress, put the mask on, and put the cherry juice on the bar counter on, "I'm going."

Mr. Fitzgerald raised the champagne in his hand, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, "I wish you a successful start."

What the hell, I seem to be going to seduce that old man, his wife is by his side.

Mr. Joestar was surrounded by a group of three aunts and six women, who were basically chatting with his wife. I just listened to it: When will your grandson come to New York again?Your grandson is a big boy now, your grandson must grow more handsome.

Wow, are you nympho?Are they all aimed at other people's grandchildren?

I'm different. I'm going for Mr. Joestar.

Abandoning those fancy opening remarks, I decided to get straight to the point, "Mr. Joseph Joestar, I have an investment I want to talk to you about."

It seems that the atmosphere surrounded by three aunts and six wives is really boring. When he heard that there was an investment to be discussed, he immediately turned around. He probably didn't expect that the other party was a young girl. His eyes obviously drifted for a while, but soon recovered normal.

Generally speaking, most of my investment projects are high-tech, and it’s the first time I have set foot in real estate investment—but it doesn’t matter, it’s the first time and the second time.

Joseph Joestar is a very humorous and charismatic old man. Unexpectedly, one of his hands and feet is a prosthetic. I thought it was an old injury from the last world war, but look It seems that it is not as simple as I thought.

There is nothing much to say about the business, and many of the old man's suggestions are very pertinent—the kind that both parties can make money from.

And made an appointment to talk about investment projects at another day.

After I achieved my goal, I quickly left the stage, and ignored those first and second generations who wanted to come and ask me to dance.

I'm going crazy with high heels.

After returning to the hotel where I stayed, I turned on the computer, and I found a huge download file in the mailbox. I took off my clothes and took a bath before I came out to download it.

It was transmitted by Ango.

After opening the file and looking at it for the first time, I sent back a message from Ango, "Did you ask Oda for a touch-up?"

"No." The other party replied to me, wow, he is still online after this point.

"Then you can consider writing a novel, the beginning of this miserable world..."

"I suggest you read on." He replied to me.

So I read his thesis as a novel - because it is too long, and it has twists and turns, which is fascinating.

and.

There is a relationship with the Joestar family - Joestar of Joseph-Jostar.

When the sun rose the next day, I finally finished reading Ango's novel.

To put it simply——

This is a little idiot who wants to conquer the world without being a human being. He is currently recruiting subordinates.

He lived to be 120 years old, and spent 100 years counting starfish on the bottom of the sea.

Joestar's family is very rich, and he got involved.

Enrique's family is also very rich, and he was also involved.

——So Karma, I understand.

Dio Brando, he is actually a scumbag phoenix who specializes in the rich second generation.

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Diodio, a scumbag phoenix man who specializes in dealing with the rich second generation. 【What

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