Chapter 821: Encounters hidden in the upper class ball (part 1)

Seeing Tang Bing who suddenly turned her head to answer in a low voice, Fang Ran wondered what nonsense she was thinking about again.
"Ah...cough... find a circle to get in, right...?"
Then the next second saw Tang Bing make a fist and pretend to cough twice, carefully taking the champagne in his hand, looking at the glass of pale golden mellow liquid, wondering how much it would cost to put this glass outside.
"Well, remember to find a topic that is relatively simple and can insert two sentences."
Seeing her sip a little curiously, her eyes lit up after she tasted the sweetness, and her black eyes flashed. From the window, she confirmed that she was near the edge of her and gathered the young people.
"Here."
Then he led Tang Bing through the decorative table with vases and the oil paintings hung on the pillars of the hall, deliberately slowing down past those tall and talking young figures, and quietly listening to them with the help of the wind elves. Conversation.
According to the process of a standard dance party, it usually lasts very late, so it’s not surprising that even if it leaves the field halfway, it is aimed at this timing,
The first thing Fang Ran had to find a way to survive was the ‘greeting’ time that lasted ten minutes before the organizer came out.
No Si Ai took him this time.
"How about it, gourd, do you hear any circles that are easier to get in?"
In the brilliant and bright ball hall, the arms of the silhouettes of suits around them passed through the crowd, and the tension mixed with the heartbeat became a kind of beautiful thought...
"Um... over there, the few people over there are talking about someone who took an oil painting at the auction,"
Tang Bing, who has been eavesdropping on other people’s conversations with his ears erected, and determined to become an interpreter, chose French as his second foreign language. To a certain extent, Tang Bing, who is a professional counterpart to the wording of such occasions, pointed to a circle near them and looked at Fang Ran quietly. Asked:
"Senior, what is your understanding of oil painting?"
"Probably to the extent that Van Gogh can be selected from Van Gogh, Van Short, Van Fat, and Van Thin..."
Hearing her questioning, the corners of her mouth twitched, and Fang Ran looked at the combination of three men and two women over there and answered with shame in silence.
"Where are those who are discussing stone statue carving? How about your level of sculpture?"
"Um... can tell from Michelangelo, Mine, and Kiro who is a sculptor..."
Seeing Fang Ran scratching his cheeks with erratic eyes, Tang Bing turned his head and looked at him with an unbelievable expression.
Feeling choked and speechless, she had to whisper to the last target.
"Over there... That guy is talking about their family's recent investment in a European team... Senior, you should know something about boys football, right?"
"This... I can play in Messi, Mei Dong, Mei Chaofeng..."
"Evil, shut up!"
Stunned by his overly truthful answer, Tang Bing, who couldn't bear it, was about to scream in a frantic voice. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she was angrily and wanted to give Fang Ran a choke!
"No...this...I, go...! Senior, your crude art knowledge is almost as good as your bulk construction site English! These ten translations can't save you! You brought me in! What is the meaning of it!?"
Since tonight, I always feel confident. Tang Bing thought he was already familiar with this kind of scenes and could talk to all kinds of people, but he just didn’t understand French.
But now she suddenly realized that this product was no different from herself, or even worse than herself!
"Ah... after all, I haven't lived that kind of high-end life..."
And listening to Tang Bing's whispered angrily words, Fang Ran also felt a little embarrassed, pretending to cough slightly to explain, and then blinked and chuckled at her indifferently:
"It's okay, it doesn't matter. If you can't get in, you can't get in. Although it's a bit strange to be alone, there shouldn't be anyone who will drive us out because of this."
Senpai, can you tell me that you will not fart tonight, but why is there always a mysterious calmness...
Looking at Fang Ran with a calm expression on the corner of his mouth, Tang Bing quietly rolled his eyes, and found that there was time for him to translate, he might as well try two more glasses of champagne, at least it was a worthwhile trip.
But in this situation,
If you don't contact others, it doesn't mean that others won't come to contact you.
As young elites in the outermost layer, only two dozen people can be led out by their elders. They all thought of knowing each other. They had noticed it a long time ago. They have never tried to contact anyone, Fang Ran and Tang Bing, who are just two alone.
It's just that because of the foreign faces, there is no rash approach for a while.
but...
When Fang Ran was thinking about when the pale youth would appear, he saw a young man followed by a man and a woman, three people walking towards him.
"Good evening, two people."
Listening to the other party's completely incomprehensible greeting, there was a slight surprise in his eyes that someone came to take the initiative to touch him. Looking at Tang Bing, who was about to try another glass of champagne, she touched her gently and signaled that she should Do business.
"Two friends who seem to be Huaxia, welcome to Paris."
The leading young man smiled deliberately and politely, and then saw that the youth in front of him did not respond, while the girl next to him whispered something to him, and then replied cautiously in French that was not very fluent:
"Thanks... Nice... to meet you."
Seeing this scene, he was stunned, his eyes moved slightly undetectable, and Yu Guangli also noticed the expressions of the other two people, and the young man frowned in his heart...
That young man does not understand French, and the girl next to him is his translator?
What is this strange thing?
Seeing the relationship between the two of them~EbookFREE.me~ Although there was a slight movement in his heart, he did not make a rash judgment. He then smiled and put on a very cordial and sincere expression:
"Excuse me, I don't know what kind of business the two families are engaged in? He...I believe we should have many common topics in these areas."
business?
The parents in the family are ordinary workers, no matter where they have done business, Tang Bing quickly translated to Fang Ran and asked him, and then he whispered an answer after seeing his eyes rolled.
Thinking now? ! ! !
There were almost 10,000 grass-and-mud horses galloping past in his heart. Tang Bingqiang smiled and wanted to XX him 10,000 times. He tried his best to face the three people in front of him and answered as clearly as possible:
"It's in China... runs... a hospital..."
Hearing this answer, looking at Tang Bing’s unassumingly nervous look, he didn’t even have a name that he could say with confidence, and confirmed that it should be a local hospital with no reputation.
The young man put away the cordial and sincere pair, and put on a haughty indifferent smile.
"That's it."
Losing the interest in further understanding, he turned to look at the woman wearing a purple dress next to him, and put on the kindly chuckle that provoked the topic again:
"I believe you all know that my father's company recently got a new business, but about the company you are cooperating with, you must not know who its holding headquarters is?"
I seem to enjoy the feeling of controlling the topic and the audience. Seeing the two curiously look over,
He took a special look at the other two figures in front of him, and revealed the answer himself, with a hot chuckle in his eyes.
"It is said to be Fiesder."
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