Lumian pulled a back chair and sat down, and said to Count Puiver with a smile:
"That's my honor."
After saying that, he made a gesture of inviting Miss Eros.
Count Puiver, who was wearing a red shirt, waved his hand:
"Wait until she finishes playing this movement."
Lumian turned around and glanced in the direction of the piano, and finally saw the appearance of Miss Eloise clearly:
With smooth brown eyebrows, bright brown eyes, slightly pouted cheeks, and soft contours, she was a girl under twenty years old, and there were no obvious traces of the Sauron family.
According to Puifer's introduction just now, Elos should be matrilineal and belong to the Sauron family.
Lumian turned around, picked up a glass of red, white and blue liqueur on the coffee table, and chatted with Count Puifer, novelist Arnoli and others about the recently popular topics and scandals in the circle.
During this time, he has been buying newspapers such as "Fiction Weekly", "Debate Newspaper", "Trier Youth" and "Ghostface" magazine to improve "self-cultivation" in order to cope with similar occasions.
The black-haired lady who had just squatted next to Count Puiver had already stood up and turned to another place to watch several newspaper editors-in-chief play billiards.
Lumian knew that she was definitely not the wife of Count Puyfer, because Aurore had told him that in Trier, in such a small salon and a ball of limited size, the male and female hosts would not appear at the same time as usual, otherwise it would give the guests a bad feeling that they were showing off their affection in a low-level way, and it would be disrespectful to spread it.
When he first heard about this, Lumian was not yet fifteen years old, but he felt that the Triers had a lot of rules, and now that he thinks about it, he only has one thought:
You Triers have developed such absurd and ridiculous unspoken rules for the convenience of cheating, and everyone is happy to abide by them!
At the end of a movement, Eros left the piano, walked to the sofa area, met Lumian under the introduction of her cousin, pulled a high stool, sat down with her legs together, and listened quietly to everyone chatting.
As time passed, others gathered in this direction, and Laurent came behind a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and casual formal attire.
"This is Cornell, the editor-in-chief of "Little Trier". Count Puiver introduced Lumian.
Lumian had read the newspaper, and the advertisement for "Star Bridge to the Red Moon" was published on it.
Now that he remembers this advertisement, he not only thinks it may be a fraud or the performance art of the Triers, but also suspects that some evil gods are involved.
"This is Charles, the general manager of the Coastal Import and Export Company. Dubois." Puyver told Cornell about Gardner. Martin gave Lumian a forged identity.
Cornell stretched out his right hand with a slight astonishment:
"Very young."
Lumian stretched out his hand and shook him, and said with a smile:
"This is the reward for my hard work and hard work."
The poet Elite was about to grunt, saying that most of the people here studied diligently and worked hard, and I had never seen anyone become the general manager of a large company at a young age, Lumian had already added in a self-deprecating tone:
"It was because I performed well in both areas that my father appointed me as the general manager of the import and export company."
After some people present were stunned for a moment, they understood what Lumian meant and laughed back and forth.
They have a better impression of Charles. Dubois.
In their circle, there is no shortage of people who rely on the protection of their parents and sit in very important positions at a very young age, and those people are either very taboo about others mentioning their parents and elders in front of them, and they have to show their so-called abilities, or they are not confident and mature enough, and between the conversations are all about my father, how is my uncle, who can be as generous, calm, humorous, and not show off, there are very few, and the Count of Puiver was barely one.
After relying on the humor he learned from his sister to make everyone laugh, Lumian deliberately looked at Laurent and said:
"Who is this?"
Plop, plop, Laurent's heart beat faster.
Although the two sides already have a tacit understanding not to expose each other's true identities, he has a deep understanding of Charles. Dubois, the gang leader, lacks sufficient understanding and is afraid that the other party will suddenly change his mind.
Cornell, editor-in-chief of "Little Trier", pointed to the young man beside him:
"Laurent, very talented, very knowledgeable, and very polite, I have been observing him for almost three months, and I plan to hire him as my assistant and deputy editor-in-chief, how about it, Laurent, I suddenly made such an invitation, are you willing to agree?"
Laurent was startled at first, and then he was hit by great joy, and his whole body was a little dizzy.
He swallowed his pain and uneasiness, enduring his mother's crying and the spurning of his neighbors, wasn't it just for such a day?
He always believed that with his talent, he should not be reduced to the bottom, and he was always looking for opportunities, even if it meant squeezing his mother to support the disguised decency.
Laurent didn't let himself be too excited, and responded to editor-in-chief Cornell with a smile:
"It's my honor."
Yes, although speculation is risky, the benefits are also considerable, but if you don't change your mentality and really start from your current position, and still think about constantly speculating to improve your social status, you will lose all your ...... sooner or later. Lumian remembered some of the words his sister said when she lost money in stocks, and combined with the current situation, she commented on Laurent's behavior in her heart.
Unlike Charlie and the others, he despised this kind of oppressive mother's speculation, as long as Laurent's mother could accept it, and did not ask anyone to help beat her son or show a strong willingness to resist, he felt that it was nothing.
After Cornell and the others sat down, Lumian asked curiously:
"Where did you and Laurent meet?"
"At the Vichy Café." Cornell replied with a smile, "He often comes over to talk to us about Trier and express his opinions."
Vichy Café, where you can buy half a bottle of natural water and two boiled eggs for 5 Felkin? Laurent's mother, Mrs. Lakazan, was busy and couldn't earn 3 Felkin all day...... However, the investment has paid off, and the director of a newspaper of the size of "Little Trier", even if he is only an associate editor, even if he has just joined the company, he has an income of nearly 5,000 Felkin a year...... Lumian compared the changes before and after, and felt that Laurent was obsessed with managing his connections in a speculative way, and he had his own reasons.
However, among a hundred people who do this, it would be good if one of them succeeded.
Lumian glanced at Laurent, who was wary of peeking at him, and changed the subject with a smile:
"Cornell, I saw an advertisement for 'Star Bridge' in the "Little Trier" last month, or earlier, and I thought it was quite interesting, do you know anything?"
Cornell took a puff of his pipe and laughed:
"I think it's a group of paranoid people, but since they paid for it, I have no reason not to let them advertise, maybe to deceive avid mechanical science enthusiasts."
"How are they now?" Lumian smiled "hehe", "I want to invest a little money in them to see if they are fraudsters or if they can really do something."
The poet Elite took up his big bong and muttered:
"You might as well sponsor me if you invest in them, at least you can scold me for writing like a piece of shit, and I won't refute you yet."
"No problem, how about five thousand Felkin?" Lumian looked like he wouldn't take money for money.
He planned to wait and only give Ellet 3,000 Fairkin on the pretext of not having enough cash.
Elite put down the big bong and opened his arms:
"Praise the sun and make Ciel's malice more ferocious!"
"Haha, when the salon is over, let's go back to the old town together." Lumian hinted that he would definitely sponsor it in the future, and now he won't give it directly to make it look less coppery.
After this episode, Cornell became a lot more enthusiastic about Lumian:
"I don't know how that group is now, they only advertised for a month."
After chatting for a while, Count Puiver looked at the sun that was beginning to set, looked around, and proposed with a smile:
"Let's play the king pie game, shall we? It's a warm-up before dinner."
Will you only know this game? Do you have a childhood...... Lumian just scolded and did not object.
The others agreed one after another, and Count Puiver immediately asked the servant to bring the huge king cake that had been prepared in the kitchen.
It was like the lid of a stew pot, directly buckled on the silver dinner plate, exuding an attractive color and smell.
"Who will be responsible for cutting?" Count Puifer's gaze swept over every participant.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Eros, come on, you are the youngest and most beautiful lady here."
Eros sitting on the high stool next to Lumian jumped lightly, picked up a dinner knife, and began to cut the king's cake.
Listen to your cousin, rely on the Sauron family to survive by relying on Count Puifer? Lumian found that Eros was skilled in her skills and usually played with the kitchen knife.
Soon, the huge king's cake was roughly divided into twenty-nine parts.
As last time, Count Puyver proposed to offer the extra piece of bread to his ancestor Vermunda. Sauron, no one objected.
After completing this part of the ceremony, the entire living room became extremely quiet, and the outside of the castle seemed to freeze.
"Laurent, you and Ciel are coming to my Saturday salon for the first time, and you will be the first to choose." Count Puiver set his sights on Lumian and Laurent.
Lumian laughed "haha":
"Of course the master is the first to choose, don't you think?"
At his instigation, the rest of the participants also thought that the male host should start.
Count Puiver no longer refused, picked up a piece of the king's cake, and said to everyone:
"It is the king who bites the gold coin."
Seeing that this member of the Sauron family had been selected, Lumian leaned out more confidently to find his target.
He was double insurance—let Count Puiver choose first, and then, when there were still more cakes left, he took advantage of Thermiboulus' rejection of this matter to choose a cake that did not contain gold coins.
This time, Thermipolos didn't say a word to remind, and Lumian naturally picked up the piece of the king cake he had chosen.
Before he could sit down, his mind suddenly went into a trance, and he seemed to see the narrow glass window in front of him, and he saw the dark red-haired man who had gouged out his eyeballs.
(End of this chapter)