Water bar area.
"Is that ng Chuan? Wow, he’s even more handso in person than in the photos!"
"Who is he? Why haven’t I seen him before, is he from out of town?"
"Ziqin, don’t kid around. He’s not from around here; he’s the heir of a prestigious family from Singapore. It’s said he’s only 28 and already the head of the Asia-Pacific region at Xinghan Investnt..."
...
With the grand reception from Tian Cheng—Ye’s side.
The young people near the bar also quietly discussed the newly arrived focal point.
Soon, ng Chuan’s identity and background spread quickly among this small circle, causing them to murmur in suppressed excitent.
They were simply invited to a birthday party and hadn’t heard that such a high-profile "big shot" would be attending.
For a mont, many eyes were filled with undisguised longing and curiosity.
They were just starting to get involved in family businesses as "prospective heirs," with assets at most in the billion-yuan range.
"Who is that foreigner next to him? He looks quite arrogant."
Ni Qingli shook her head while holding a wine glass, "I don’t know for sure, but his identity must be extraordinary too. Look, even ng Chuan is courteous to him."
"Both of them are so handso. Do you think I should go up later and ask for their contact information?" a girl asked eagerly.
"I still think Jing’s boyfriend is more handso and has more charisma."
"That’s true. Tang Song has this kind of ’ani attractive man cos to life’ feel."
With this statent, their gazes involuntarily shifted towards Tang Song’s direction.
He stood quietly by the flower arrangent table, holding a bouquet of flowers.
His side profile was outlined deeply and clearly under the light, with a focused and composed expression, as if the outside world’s noise didn’t affect him at all.
Even though he wasn’t deliberately doing anything, he naturally exuded a powerful aura.
It was as if even ng Chuan’s presence didn’t have any impact on him.
Even Qin Hua, who was sowhat absent-minded, looked up with everyone else.
Her gaze beca extrely complicated as it fell on Tang Song.
She still hadn’t quite grasped that her best friend Jing’s boyfriend was actually the owner of the Lanfeng International Hotel.
A billionaire not yet 26 years old.
The key was his deanor, which was truly... astonishing.
At this mont.
Suddenly, a stronger, repressed commotion erupted near her ears.
Qin Hua imdiately snapped back to attention.
She saw Tian Chengye and her father, among others, with expressions of excitent and enthusiasm that almost seed out of control, all gathering around the young Caucasian man.
Shortly after, people like Ni Qingli also looked over in surprise.
Soon, with whispers from those in the know, critical pieces of information rippled through the crowd.
"New York llon Bank..."
"...The llon family..."
"...Wall Street... a top financial oligarchy of the United States..."
To the young people present, these terms seed like they ca from another world.
Most of them had been sent abroad by their parents to polish their skills, and so had even studied finance and economics.
They naturally understood the weight behind these nas.
Qin Hua’s face displayed an expression of utter shock.
She stared blankly at the elegant yet slightly arrogant young Caucasian man, feeling her breath beco sowhat labored.
She was a career-minded person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have thought about competing with her brother for the Zhongcheng Group’s inheritance rights.
She spent her college years at the New York University Stern School of Business, majoring in economics.
What is the New York llon family?
It’s the backbone of the global financial system, the custodian for countless hedge funds and sovereign wealth funds, the pinnacle of the capitalist world.
In her classes, she had encountered this na countless tis in case studies and had often yearned for the views from the pinnacle of Wall Street capital.
But it was all just a dream.
She never expected to co into contact with a genuine mber of the llon family at her best friend’s birthday party today.
"Hua Hua, co over here quickly!"
Her father, Qin Decang’s, slightly urgent voice broke into her thoughts.
She snapped back to reality and walked over quickly.
"Dad, Uncle Tian."
"Co, Hua Hua," Qin Decang pulled his daughter to his side, with a hint of pride on his face as he introduced, "This is my daughter, Qin Hua, who studied at the New York University Stern School of Business. Her English is quite good. Hua Hua, Mr. llon’s Mandarin isn’t very good, help us out as a translator."
He paused, then added as if explaining or hinting, "Mr. ng and Mr. llon are distinguished guests; we can’t expect them to accommodate us all the ti."
Qin Hua’s heart skipped a beat, her face flushed with excitent.
She knew this was her father giving her an opportunity.
In tonight’s "special" birthday party, ng Chuan and llon were undoubtedly the most heavyweight figures.
If she could make an impression and connect with such top-notch circles, it would undoubtedly be beneficial for her...
Qin Hua imdiately suppressed all her inner emotions, putting on a proper smile and first greeting ng Chuan.
Then, feeling a bit nervous, she said, "Mr. llon, a pleasure to et you..." (Mr. llon, it’s a pleasure to et you. I’m Qin Hua. Welco to Yan City.)
Conrad llon sized up the elegantly made-up Oriental girl in front of him, and after his gaze lingered for a mont,
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