Conrad's luxury is something that no one who has ever been in can never imagine, this is a world made of luxury, but it is not as cold as sitting on a mountain of gold.
The perfect fusion of the breath of life and that noble temperament is the biggest characteristic of Conrad, and it is also the business philosophy of Hilton Hotel.
Walking up the spiraling white marble staircase, because it was a private gathering held by Paris on the upper floor of the hotel, according to the custom, people who did not receive an invitation were not allowed to enter, so Guan Zhiyong left all his men below, and only he and Woduffy walked up hand in hand.
When I came to the party floor, there were already two young men standing there in suits that looked expensive, with a noble smile on their faces, and whispered to the two: "Hello sir, please show me the invitation card first?"
"Oh, of course" Wo Dafei didn't dare to slack off, in fact, it was not just him, all the so-called sons and celebrities who were invited to the banquet, none of them were not trying their best to express themselves.
Of course, the men came to make a good impression on Paris who didn't know where to hide, and the women were mostly here to compete with Paris.
Before I saw her in person, of course, I was even more reluctant to lose my identity in the doorman's place.
The difference is that Wo Dafei knows that there is a convention first, and he will probably not be able to kiss Fang Ze, but he will not give up easily, and besides, it is also a very good result to be able to witness the appearance of Paris as a world-famous prodigal girl.
As soon as Guan Zhiyong saw the invitation card handed over by the Wo Da Fei machine, he immediately knew that the Wo Da Fei machine was very likely not to deceive himself.
Because although the invitation he handed over looked very precious, it did not have the gold edge.
While he was here, the waiter turned to him and asked, "Hello, sir, are you with this gentleman?"
Somehow, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he had an urge to turn around and run away.
But Wo Dafei grabbed his arm early, nodded at the waiter with a smile, and said, "Oh no, no, this gentleman has his own invitation." said, and whispered to Guan Zhiyong: "Hey, Brother Bayonet, it's not your business alone right now, if you slip away here, then everyone may think of you."
Besides, this is a great opportunity for you to win glory for your country, and as an upright man, you won't be infamous for retreating and running away, will you?"
Guan Zhiyong glared at him angrily, what is there here, but when he said it, he really couldn't leave here.
Otherwise, the guy here alone wouldn't think what he thinks.
Thinking of this, Guan Zhiyong turned his heart and took out the invitation card from his pocket.
Isn't it just a woman, what's the matter, I'm a dignified seven-foot old man, he can still eat me Guan Zhiyong crossed it with one hand, and unceremoniously handed the invitation to the two young people who were doing doorman work.
A look of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the two, the so-called seven officials in front of the prime minister's door, and there is an old saying that beating a dog also depends on the owner, of course, it is not suitable to be used here, but those who come to the party, whether male or female, for the sake of Paris and Hilton's face, are all polite to them, or nod, or smile, where is Zhiyong like here Of course, the two of them didn't know that this was called Desireless Zegang, because other people had a longing for Paris here, and it was natural for Aiwu and Wuxia to be polite to them, but Guan Zhiyong avoided it.
If it weren't for Wo Dafei's obstacle, he would have turned around and left.
However, because of the good training, the smiles on the faces of the two people here did not disappear.
One of them just glanced at Guan Zhiyong's invitation, and suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile became more and more kind: "It turned out to be Mr.
Bayonet, you don't need to read your invitation, please follow me" Guan Zhiyong took back the invitation in a sneer, turned his head and saw the shallow smile on Wo Dafei's face that he hadn't had time to take back, and suddenly snorted coldly and followed.
Wo Dafei Ji smiled and shook his head slightly.
Men, who is not good at face, what is face, is face, dignity, and the backbone of upright.
For Guan Zhiyong, men live their own dignified breath, especially in front of some foreigners here.
As soon as he entered the upstairs, although Guan Zhiyong had already had a psychological farewell, and he had seen a lot of big scenes here in the past few years, the luxury in front of him still made him gasp.
In the octagonal crystal chandelier, the soft and graceful light poured out, like a hazy moonlight, like a veil of mist wrapped around people's bodies.
The rosy carpet is light and soft, and stepping on it is like stepping on snowflakes and white clouds.
The huge floor had already been dismantled at this time, although there were already many people coming up before Guan Zhiyong and them, but because the place was too big, it still gave people a feeling of emptiness.
Around the banquet, there were about thirty or forty men in black suits, sunglasses and headsets, with fierce expressions, walking around, apparently Paris's bodyguards.
Seeing Guan Zhiyong coming up, the crowd who was talking in twos and threes turned their heads one after another, and their eyes were cast at them.
With an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, Wo Dafei chuckled at Guan Zhiyong: "Hey, Brother Bayonet, look, the guys who came earlier than us, they are really pitiful, I don't know that you have already taken the lead."
Guan Zhiyong frowned slightly, he didn't like the tone of Wo Dafei's right now, just like a boy who chased Fengyue all day long.
Guan Zhiyong lowered his voice and said: "Don't talk nonsense, don't forget what we're here for, if it weren't for filling my stomach and saving myself money for a meal, I wouldn't have come up."
Hearing this, Wo Dafei rolled his eyes helplessly, and just as the waiter walked in front of them, Wo Dafei immediately said softly: "Hi, whiskey, thank you" "Aren't you going to drink something?"
said Wo Dafei, taking his whiskey, and then turned his head to look at Kwan Zhiyong.
Guan Zhiyong turned his eyes around and chuckled at the waiter, "Is there any beer?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Well, yes, sir, please wait a moment," and then turned and walked towards what was probably the service desk.
Guan Zhiyong had just seen a counter set up not far away, where all kinds of food, desserts, and drinks were piled up.
"Hey, bayonet, you're not going to just drink beer here," Wo Dafei said, holding up his glass in a dashing manner.
Guan Zhiyong strolled in the direction of the waiter: "Of course, those red wines and white wines in your West are like dog urine, and they don't taste at all."
"Woo, cough" Wo Tamifei choked on a sip of wine, coughed again and again, and pointed at Guan Zhiyong's back with one hand, with a weak face "I guess you should give me the whole bottle, don't you" Kwan Zhiyong suddenly appeared behind the waiter as he easily found a bottle of beer and patiently poured it so as not to overflow the foam.
Obviously, he was not mentally prepared, so Guan Zhiyong's voice made his hands tremble, and he almost didn't pour out the wine.
Guan Zhiyong reached out and grabbed the wine bottle and nodded, and the waiter hurriedly retreated to the side.
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Guan Zhiyong sat there unceremoniously, and then poured himself a drink.
Of course, he didn't forget to take the time to observe the reactions of the people here.
For his act of treating this place as a bar, the celebrities who consider themselves gentlemen are of course very disdainful.
So after rolling their eyes, they still talked according to where their respective small groups were.
Guan Zhiyong was also happy to be casual, and the Wo Dafei machine did not follow, but was stopped by several people.
Looking at the appearance of those people, it should be the manager and boss of some small company.
Of course, this little print is for those scattered all over the place, and in fact, none of the people who can stay at the Hilton Hotel are sparse.
"Hey, man, can you give me a drink" A very handsome-looking young man suddenly approached, he was a typical American, with a big nose, blonde hair, and blue eyes that looked a little melancholy, of course, he was born here.
Guan Zhiyong glanced at him lightly, of course he would not be confused by the temperament of the street gangster on the other party, and smiled slightly: "Of course you can, if you can accept it" said, pouring a full glass for the other party's wine glass, the young man raised his head and poured it, probably the guy here has not drunk beer, so before he could speak, a wine burp gushed out.
"Oh damn it, it's so good here, I swear to God" The young man chuckled lightly, then poured himself a glass and touched it with Kwan Zhiyong: "Thank you for inviting me to drink this good wine, thank you" Guan Zhiyong said indifferently: "I also feel honored to have a wine partner" said, drinking the cup in front of him.
Just then, a voice rang out: "Hey, Morgan, what are you doing here, man?"
A loud voice sounded behind Guan Zhiyong, and the young man with a hippie-looking face suddenly shouted: "I know" and was about to get up, probably because he had drunk too much wine, his body couldn't help but fall, Guan Zhiyong hurriedly supported his waist.
His eyes shrank suddenly, Guan Zhiyong chuckled quietly, "Be careful, buddy" said, and slapped his arm twice.
The young man known as Moore gave Guan Zhiyong a deep look, chuckled, "I think it's a good decision to drink here, I hope you have a good time tonight," and walked over into the distance.
Guan Zhiyong quietly looked at his back for a while, smiled and shook his head.
He understood what the young man meant, and he wanted to keep himself from moving tonight, just drink here. t1706231537: