The lights are shining brightly as cups are clinked and glasses are exchanged.
People with smiles on their faces were holding up their glasses, and their words were full of "cooperation", "linkage" and "investment", with almost no discussion of creative content.
Those with high status have many followers, while those with low status become followers.
Su Mingan watched all this with a cold eye until someone came to his table. It was a middle-aged man with a square face and wearing thick-bottomed black-framed glasses.
"This must be the new dark horse who is very popular in the royal city recently, Mai Zique." The middle-aged man spoke.
When his pen name was suddenly called, Su Mingan felt ashamed to open the box in public.
"Si Que, let me introduce them to you." Yong Chun stepped forward to smooth things over: "This is Mr. Kalcha, the vice president of the Creator Association's Hongta branch. The one on the right is Mr. Romov, a councillor of the All-Being Union. They are all big shots stationed in Hongta."
Logically, the newlyweds should stand up and toast at this time, but Su Mingan was still showing off his mango mousse.
Once the social environment is limited to the drinking table, it seems that the only way to judge a person's sincerity is by drinking - if you don't drink, you are not giving face. The more you drink, the more sincere you are.
When he first joined the university club, Su Ming'an encountered such a drinking culture. Seniors acted like seniors and persuaded juniors to drink, but he did not touch a drop of alcohol the whole time. Even after explaining that he could not drink, he was still isolated and looked down upon. He quit the club the next day.
Students still have the courage to turn around and leave, but many people in society are no longer able to refuse.
And now, Su Mingan still holds on to this spirit and politely declines: "I don't drink."
“…”
Kalcha and the others turned pale, but soon they smiled again: "Xiaoye, let's go over there and take a look. There are some young dark horses there too..."
They walked away quickly, without making trouble or blaming him. A truly mature person would not jump up and down like a villain, but would quietly put Su Mingan on the blacklist of friends, while still maintaining a friendly appearance.
At this time, several nobles came and toasted Su Mingan.
Su Mingan politely declined.
Si Que was 14 years old, which was really amazing. Even though the first few people hit a wall, more people came. Some were creators who came to learn from experience, some were nobles who wanted to make friends, and some were girls chasing stars.
It was not until Su Ming'an felt something heavy in his hand that the wine fell into his glass from above.
When he looked up, he saw a red-haired noblewoman pouring wine for him, her hands full of glittering pearls and jade.
"...Little magpie, I am the Marquis of Norman, please have a drink with me." She leaned over, and the red pigeon gem swayed in front of her chest.
Su Mingan saw through her intentions at a glance and said calmly: "You are 14 years old and you can do this. You are really not a human being."
The Norman Marquis came closer, almost threateningly:
"...I suppose you don't want Qiao to lose his job as a Royal Engineer."
"You are so unrestrained now only because the bridge provides you with paper and pen. But without money, trapped in the daily necessities of life, do you think you can still write anything good? Your mind will be occupied by the trivialities of life, and you will no longer be able to fantasize freely. Look at those children who pick up garbage in the slums every day. They can't write interesting stories."
At this time, Princess Esdani, who had been masked and silent, suddenly stood up, snatched the wine glass from Su Mingan's hand, and poured it directly on Norman's face.
Norman covered his face and was about to explode when Princess Esdani pulled off her veil, revealing a delicate and proud face.
In an instant, the banquet hall was silent.
People didn't expect that the host of the banquet would be sitting next to Su Mingan with his face covered.
“Princess.” Marquis Norman secretly thought that it was not good. “People with lower creation levels should give way to those with higher creation levels, but he has been giving many seniors the cold shoulder and acting like a big shot…”
Ai Sidani protected Su Mingan behind her and sneered: "What kind of 'circle' and 'hidden rules' have appeared? If you only look at qualifications and not the level, any circle will be rotten like this!"
She was about to say something, but Su Mingan waved his hand and said calmly, "Princess, no need to explain. Since everyone wants to see my creation level, just take a look."
He opened the interface, turned around and faced everyone.
…
You don’t want to recall what happened next.
People's funny and shocked expressions don't make you feel refreshed, but instead make you feel deep sadness.
"Oh my God! He is actually a C-level creator!" Romov's expression cracked.
"The current highest rank of the headquarters president is only D-level! According to this, this kid can become the president..." Karcha was dumbfounded.
"Impossible! Why is it this rating? Does the World Tree like him so much!?" Norman's eyes were bloodshot and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.
"The First Creator!! This is the First Creator!! Oh my God, I actually saw the First Creator of the entire Luowasha in the Red Tower!" People whispered to each other, and some quickly took out their cameras to record this scene.
"Greetings, Dragon King!" Yongchun bowed his head immediately.
——Should you be happy?
——Should you be secretly happy?
This scene where everyone in the banquet hall bows to you, this refreshing slap in the face, is enough to make anyone's blood boil and excited.
However, you did not feel any joy at all.
At the core of any comedy is tragedy.
Behind the seemingly exciting drama is people's resolute defense and persistence of the "unwritten rules".
What they worship is not you, but the cold letter in front of you.
They are not trying to please you, but the world tree that likes your story.
What they admire is not you, but the strict class order behind you.
Even Kalcha and others who walked away coldly at the beginning came over with smiles on their faces and toasted you - how interesting, the positions of both parties were reversed, and you became the beneficiary of this unspoken rule.
But you don't want to be a "Kalcha".
"Senior, I'll toast to you..." Kalchadui said with a smile, like a chameleon with completely different features.
You can't bear it any longer, so you put down your wheat juice and leave.
After leaving the banquet hall, the cold wind brushed past the pillars and blew your long green hair. You suddenly felt refreshed, as if you had finally escaped from this decadent world for a short time.
You were walking aimlessly in the huge garden of the palace, filled with beautiful flowers. Suddenly, you felt a pain in your chest.
…
...poisoned?
Su Mingan remembered that many people had approached him just now. Si Que's body was still small and had no resistance to poison.
He walked back, holding onto the wall, but his vision was dizzy. When he reached the corridor, he heard the voice of the Marquis of Norman:
"...He should be nearby. I heard footsteps. I finally managed to distract the guards. I want to succeed in one go."
She was holding a large sack and looking around for Su Mingan.
Su Mingan walked towards the corridor, and the doors on both sides were closed. At this time, Norman seemed to have heard the sound and walked towards him quickly.
“Click.”
Just then, a hand reached out from the door next to him and pulled Su Mingan into the room.
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