"You're finally here." Zhang Yaping shook Jiang Chen's hand and revealed a relieved smile.
"Hopefully I'm not late?" Jiang Chen smiled apologetically.
"No, there are still two minutes before the dinner starts. Please, come this way." Zhang Yaping gestured toward the venue behind him and then led Jiang Chen inside.
The dinner started on time.
After the main courses, there were desserts, cold drinks, champagne, and red wine. As the rhythm of the symphony gradually became more melodious, it marked the start of the ball. The waiter took away the empty plates and placed bottles of champagne on the long tables.
The guests left their seats one after another and went after their target. Whether it was just for a dance, or for a contract worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, or a chance to reach their dream, or just a one night stand...
All the needs of the upper class could be fulfilled here.
