Around 6 p.m., before night had fallen, Lu Feng and his group had already gotten into their car and sped off to the address on the invitation.
There were people greeting guests at the entrance, all dressed in exceptionally luxurious and solemn attire. Those who came tonight were either rich or noble, definitely figures from the ruling class.
Songpa entered with Sasha and two other girls, handing them the invitations.
"It's an honor to have you here, Mr. Sompa. Please come in." The row of receptionists bowed slightly.
"Please follow me." Two hostesses led the way forward.
Despite being tormented by a nobody like Eisen on Wall Street, Songpa is someone that ordinary people look up to.
Sasha is Songpa's favorite, and the two beautiful women behind her are also his girlfriends. At banquets like this, he can sometimes meet some important people and strengthen his relationships.
The women around them are sometimes the key to making friends. Capital can devour people's hearts. For them, nothing in this world is untradeable. As long as you can bring them enough benefits, everything will make way.
As for women or men, it doesn't matter.
There can't be women, men, or transgender people who stay young forever, but there will always be young women, men, and transgender people.
As long as one firmly holds onto money and status, even the most beautiful appearance can be recreated.
Lu Feng's car stopped at the entrance. The doorman opened the car door, Lu Feng got out, straightened his clothes, and led the group over.
"Welcome, Mr. Lu. Please follow me."
The interior is spacious and decorated much like the banquet halls of some wealthy people in China, except for the addition of some local architectural features.
For Sirami, however, it was the first time she had witnessed the true luxury of the wealthy.
Before the banquet started, some old acquaintances gathered together and chatted. Every now and then, a few beautiful women would run out and play around, their giggles attracting attention.
A large group of people gathered together, betting on whether these beautiful women were actually women.
Lu Feng didn't recognize anyone else, so he found a spot to sit down and glanced around. Maha probably wouldn't appear now; since he was coming for a while, he should appear when the host of the banquet showed up.
Instead of finding the organizer, Lu Feng spotted a familiar figure.
"Songpa?" Lu Feng stared at his back with some surprise.
He didn't recognize Songpa, but rather Sasha beside him. This woman... ladyboys are just too eye-catching. Perhaps that's why men understand men best.
"Walk!"
Lu Feng stood up, took Sirami, ordered a glass of champagne from the waiter, and walked over, saying, "Brother Songpa? I didn't expect to run into you here!"
When Songpa heard someone call his name from behind, he turned around and was taken aback to see Lu Feng. His expression was quite surprised. He knew that Lu Feng was in Thailand through some international media and newspapers, but he did not expect that the two of them would meet.
Unlike Lu Feng, Songpa has already embraced Wall Street and is now controlled by Goldman Sachs. He can do international trade at will, and his rubber business has multiplied several times in a short period of time.
Lu Feng is an object of ridicule internationally, and he has no desire to have anything to do with such a person.
"Hello!" Songpa said with a very restrained expression, "It really is fate."
"Back on Wall Street, you said I could contact you if I needed anything here. I was too busy then and didn't exchange business cards. I never imagined we'd meet again," Lu Feng said with a smile. "Let's sit down, have a drink, and catch up!"
"Definitely, definitely! I have some things to take care of, let's talk later." Songpa smiled and pulled Sasha away.
Lu Feng was about to clink his wine glass with Songpa's when they froze in mid-air, a slightly awkward silence. The people around them saw Songpa leave as if he were a plague carrier, glanced at Lu Feng, and then dispersed.
"Isn't he your good friend?" Sirami asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Whether someone is a good friend or not depends on whether I'm useful to them." Lu Feng took a sip of champagne and looked at Sirami, saying, "Look at these people. If high society is just about being vulgar, then they are truly pure."
"It's okay, you'll always find friends you can talk to," Sirami encouraged.
“You’re being naive,” Lu Feng said to her. “It’s not that having more friends makes life easier; rather, it’s that if life is easier, you’ll naturally have more friends.” “Believe it or not, when you become a princess, all these people will be your good friends.”
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