At the same time, in a hotel less than a kilometer away from the teenager, Lynch was entertaining a group of investors.
The splendid decorations made many guests temporarily forget that this was the United Kingdom of Nagalee, a backward, poor and ignorant international city located in the Eastern Ocean.
The translucent crystal lights refracted the bright light everywhere and added a trace of gorgeous color to the bright light.
A group of unknown local bands and singers were singing a soothing song in a low voice.
The singer was a Nagalean. His skin was dark and he was not very good-looking. But surprisingly, his voice was like a barrel of fragrant aged wine, exuding an intoxicating smell.
Some ladies stood around him with their eyes slightly closed, listening to the voice that made people's souls dance.
His voice was not loud, and it was difficult to hear from a little further away. And a little further away, people gathered in groups of three to five with glasses of wine in their hands and chatted.
They talked about what they had seen and heard after coming to Nagalee, about their discoveries, and about everything here. It was interesting and cheerful.
A waiter in a jacket and bow tie quickly walked through the crowd, bringing glasses of wine and taking away empty glasses. Everyone in the room, at this moment, felt as if they were in the most familiar environment, and not in Nagalee!
This also once again proved the greatness of money, or wealth. It was precisely because of abundant money that such a splendid building could be built in this backward, ignorant, and poor land.
On the dance floor, Lynch was dancing with Penny. He was actually not the "host", the main character today was Lyme. He could be regarded as a kind of accompaniment, so there was no need for him to appear now.
In the process, he could do something of his own. For example, Penny invited him to dance with her, and Lynch did not object.
The two of them danced a slow rock-like dance to the soothing music on the dance floor. This kind of dance didn't have any specific steps or form. It was more like a chance for those in love to get closer to each other and rub their heads together.
With every breath, Lynch could smell a fragrance, a fragrance that came from the opposite sex. He held the girl's hand with one hand and hugged the girl's back with the other.
Today, Penny had changed into a bright red backless long dress. In the midst of her elegance, the beautiful bright red brought out a trace of a young girl's liveliness, which was breathtaking.
His hand was pressed on the girl's back.
Lin Qi valued his hands more than he valued his face.
Men never used their looks to impress the world. Compared to their looks, their hands were more important.
For example, a pair of sharp hands could identify the authenticity of a document through the raised print on the paper. A pair of steady hands could allow him to handle more detailed work, but Face could not do these things.
This also allowed him to feel the smoothness of the girl's skin at this moment. It was the kind of pure smoothness without any makeup or skincare products.
Strictly speaking, this smoothness was not like the "freshly peeled boiled egg" that people often said. When a boiled egg was peeled, the solidified egg white was very tender, but it was not smooth. Instead, it was a little astringent.
The girl's skin was smooth. When his fingertips pressed on it, he could barely feel any friction. Mechanics seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.
The touch of her fingertips made Lynch a little addicted. He was not addicted to the girl's beauty, but to the appreciation of art.
In fact, Lynch was also an elegant person. In his society, even if he had to pretend, he had to pretend to be elegant and cultured.
The culture here was not the culture of education, but another kind of elegant culture.
Once, before he went in, he was in a car with a few big shots. Everyone was talking about investment. As they chatted, they suddenly talked about the name of the only girl among them. It was a very cultured name.
One of the people who could lead the negotiation smiled and recited a poem. Then, someone followed the second and third lines. Everyone's eyes fell on Lynch.
Lynch recited the poem without hesitation. One of the two words in the last line of the poem happened to be the name of the girl.
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became more lively. This was a kind of recognition between cultured people. The contract was naturally signed after they got out of the car.
After entering, Lynch also met many cultured people. One of them also left a deep impression on him. That guy used five years to set up a trap and caused many people to lose their family fortune. The reason why he could make people trust him was because he was "cultured".
Lynch was also a cultured person. He liked and appreciated everything. In fact, women were also a kind of "art".
His fingertips gently slid on the girl's skin. Penny's face was dyed red. She was not used to this kind of atmosphere, but she could not avoid it.
The scandal between her and Lin Qi made her understand that in the complicated circle of the film industry or the entertainment industry, it was hard to survive without a strong background. People would always make things difficult for her.
Sloan was just one of them, and he was not a big shot.
This kind of movie star was just a small figure compared to the production company. What if the production company made things difficult for her in the future?
There were many rumors about who entered someone's room at night. You could reject the actor, reject the director, but how could you reject the production company?
As long as you were in this circle, there was no way to avoid these problems. Unless you had a background that everyone respected, you could only go with the flow.
Penny wanted to be a star and a big shot. That was her dream, ideal, and plan for her future.
She had entered this circle for these things, not because she wanted to enter this circle and become a whore.
Since she had to choose, she would choose a better one, one that could be done once and for all.
She looked up at Lynch. Every time she breathed, the breath from Lynch's mouth and nose would disperse along the space between the two of them. However, some of it would also blow on her face, making her heart beat faster.
Lynch's hand also had a kind of magic, making her body heat up slightly.
The two of them were very close. Every time they moved, their bodies would touch. This made the girl excited and uneasy, as if she was afraid of something.
In a daze, the music stopped.
A band was not a record company. They would never feel tired. The musicians in the band would feel tired. Many of the guests were highly skilled in music. If they made a mistake, their career would suffer a setback.
Therefore, they were highly focused. This kind of performance made it easy for people to get tired, and so did the singer. He needed to ensure that he showed his best voice to the intoxicated ladies and more guests. They all needed to rest.
The people on the dance floor stopped. Lynch and the dazed girl also stopped. Lynch clapped and hooked his finger at the waiter.
A waiter quickly walked over. Lynch took out his custom-made fountain pen from his pocket and left a phone number on the paper ring on the waiter's tray before instructing the waiter.
After the waiter left, the girl, who was gradually waking up, looked at him shyly. Lynch knew what she meant and casually explained, "This singer's voice is very unique. His smile is also very unique. People will like him."
He added, "He's from the Federation."
Not long ago, someone in the Federation published an article called "We Are Restoring Pride." This article caused a huge reaction and sensation as soon as it was published.
In Lynch's words, it was an inspirational article with obvious political overtones. The whole article advocated that the Federation and the people of the Federation would return to glory, but it required everyone to work together.
It was very mainstream, very mainstream, and people liked it very much. Now, the people of the Federation thought so and worked hard. The capitalists should actually be grateful for the financial crisis and economic tsunami because these problems made the workers who complained all day long understand the value and importance of work. They would not go to the union all day long to report that they were being exploited and oppressed.
If some groups like this singer and his band were organized at this time to sing and perform at the Federation, it would prove that the Federation was recovering quickly and would be better than before.
Changing the topic, Lynch also asked a question, "Have you ever acted as a socialite?"
The girl did not have time to respond before Lynch crossed his arms. In this kind of situation, many things seemed undisciplined, but there was an unknown rigidity.
The girl naturally reached out and grabbed his arm. Under Lynch's lead, they walked to a group of gentlemen who were chatting.
Lynch's arrival made the group of gentlemen stop chatting. Lyme took the initiative to move to the side. Lynch glanced at Penny, and the girl subconsciously let go of her hand. She first greeted the gentlemen, then apologized and left. She walked to another circle where the ladies were gathered.
She was a little confused, but she did a good job. Sometimes, people always said that bringing a female companion was superfluous because there was no place and status for women in real social interactions. However, these social interactions could not be without the embellishment of women.
They did not admit that they were vases, but they were vases.
"Where were we?"
As soon as Lynch arrived, he took the initiative to chat. The invisible aura on his body had given him this kind of power in front of these people. He was like a ruler.
Lyme quickly replied, "We were just talking about the chaotic traffic here …" After answering, he felt a wave of relief.
Everyone looked forward to walking in here, familiarly greeting everyone and chatting casually.
In the past, when he stood outside the glass window, he also had this kind of envy in his eyes. However, at this moment, he did not feel so.
This was not a kind of enjoyment, but a kind of torture.
The people here wouldn't use harsh words to laugh at your mistakes. They would only use their eyes to make you feel ashamed.
They would make you feel that you did not belong here and that it was a mistake to be here!