Yan Beinan was surprised that Nannan was so popular. He quickly grabbed a glass of wine and followed behind Nannan, hoping to catch a glimpse of an important person he could befriend.
But after several rounds, Bei Nan finally understood that even if Nan Nan introduced herself again, the other party still had a polite but distant smile, and her status as an overseas Chinese was still not enough.
In this territory, his status is even lower than Yan Aidang's. At least Yan Aidang is the son of Major General Yan, the grandson of Lieutenant General Xue, and the younger brother of Yan Aiguo. What is Yan Beinan compared to him?
Looking at his sister who stood by Ye Chenming through thick and thin, Yan Beinan realized that money alone was not enough; what would make you invincible was to continuously improve your status.
Southwest lowered his head, looking at the red wine in the glass. Every time he swirled it around, it left a trail of swirling marks before slowly settling in the glass. Even the red wine knew how to be presentable.
Grandma Yan was wearing a dark gray Xiangyun yarn suit. To her left stood Cuihua, who was wearing a cheongsam, and to her right stood Yan Xiaoqiang, who was wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers.
They sat in the main hall with Tie Ge and Ye Huixian, discussing the upcoming wedding. Looking at Ye Huixian's calm and composed demeanor, Cuihua truly understood what a prestigious family background meant.
True noble families are those who seek wealth and honor through peril, and are extremely self-disciplined and self-reliant. They can be strong and unyielding in the face of death, and can also enjoy the pleasures of life to the fullest.
Cuihua looked up at her daughter and saw her sincere smile. She thought the other person was a relative or friend. Who would have thought it was just their first meeting?
Inside the club, everyone was chatting and laughing, enjoying themselves immensely. But outside the club's back door, a fierce battle for tickets was taking place.
Yan Xiaonan published a message in the newspaper that one hundred silver notes would be sold to the public on the opening day of the Beijing Club.
Upon receiving the news, the reclusive wealthy and returning overseas Chinese were not about to let such a good opportunity slip by; they all sprang into action, sending people to queue up overnight.
After the club's opening ceremony, the doors of a large reception room opened, and people lined up entered in an orderly fashion under the guidance of security personnel.
Only one person is allowed in at a time, and there is a poster in a conspicuous place outside the door that reads: each silver card is worth one million, is valid for one year, is limited to one card per person, is for personal use only, is limited to one hundred cards, and will be sold out on a first-come, first-served basis.
Unlike gold cards, silver cards do not allow two people to attend together. Silver cards are for the cardholder who purchased them and cannot be transferred to others. If such a card is discovered, it will be immediately invalidated.
Even with such stringent conditions, those who are not short of money still complained that they didn't buy enough. Fortunately, they brought their families along, and their families could also spend money to buy things.
Five people sat behind a long table. The first person registered their information, the second took a photo, the third and fourth counted the money, and the fifth gave the other person a silver card and had them sign it.
No wonder they weren't worried about their cards being misused; the silver cards had serial numbers that corresponded to the cardholder's registration form, which contained their photos.
They have very few privileges. Each time they enter, their number is checked, and then a special person checks their photo. There's no other way; if every card could be borrowed, what would be the point of their membership system?
The people behind them got anxious. They thought, "You're buying so much with your family all by yourself, what about the others?" So a dispute arose, with everyone criticizing and demanding that the organizers come up with a solution.
Xu Da was quite clever. He had already clearly observed whether the people in line were a family. If you want to buy a second silver card, then go to the back of the line and queue up again.
If you get a spot, consider yourself lucky. If not, try again next year. Who knows if they'll release more cards next year?
That man was indeed a wealthy fellow, an arrogant second-generation rich kid who was used to being domineering. He never thought that he would be refused when he tried to spend money, and his temper immediately flared up.
But what he didn't expect was yet to come. Just as he was venting his anger, Xu Da waved his hand, and four security guards arrived, dragging him out and disqualifying him from purchasing any cards.
The security guards and logistics staff memorized his face and reminded each other that Xu Da's words could, to some extent, represent the boss.
Those who brought their families to queue quickly and tactfully sent their family members to the back. Everyone knew that the highest leader of a certain bureau was "holding a meeting" inside, didn't they see so many people walking around outside?
One hundred silver cards sold for 100 million. Bei Nan and the others were so happy they couldn't even drink their red wine. This 100 million should be enough to cover next year's operating costs, barring any unforeseen circumstances.
The capitalists' ways of making money left the government officials dumbfounded. It turned out that it wasn't that money was hard to earn, but rather that the methods used to make money were not targeted at the right people.
Happy times always make you feel like time is slipping away. The buffet table has been transformed into a large round table, and the crystal chandelier shines with its radiant beauty.
Amidst the dazzling lights, resounding drums and music, the aroma of wine, and the lively atmosphere of singing and dancing, Yan Xiaonan had no idea that banquets in the 1980s were comparable to wedding celebrations in the 21st century—luxurious and high-profile.
When the flower banquet reached its climax, cannons roared and fireworks soared into the sky. The dazzling display of colors in the air was so spectacular that it was impossible to take in everything.
The children stared intently at the dazzling fireworks, their eyes reflecting joy and satisfaction. The beauty described in their textbooks was right here.
The fireworks display lasted for a full fifteen minutes, and residents within a hundred miles of Beijing witnessed the brilliance of the evening. They couldn't help but applaud, and joy filled the sky, signaling that a good day was on the horizon.
Tie Ge looked around and was very satisfied with the banquet. He looked down at Ye Huixian and asked gently, "Huixian, shall we hold our wedding here?"
Ye Huixian nodded in agreement without hesitation. If this place wasn't good, where else would be? Holding a wedding at a top-tier club would be a source of pride for a lifetime.
Tie Ge chuckled softly, feeling very satisfied. This is how a matriarch should be—graceful and poised. Ye Huixian gave her a charmingly glaring look, secretly annoyed at her own lack of composure.
"Hui Xian, I'll go ask Bei Nan later where they got these fireworks. We need to set them off for half an hour for our wedding."
Ye Huixian was startled and looked around before saying, "Don't talk nonsense. We can get married here, but the scale and ceremony must not exceed what we have today."
Tie Ge suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had really been too arrogant and reckless. Was he trying to get himself killed?
“Hong Shengnan is arriving in Beijing tomorrow. Come with me to the train station to pick her up,” Ye Huixian changed the subject.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen'er tugged at Yan Xiaonan and pouted in a certain direction. Yan Xiaonan looked over and was shocked. How could this person be here?
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