Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down. He smiled and said to Count Puyver:
"It was an honor."
After saying that, he made a gesture to invite Miss Eloise.
Count Puyver, who was wearing a red shirt, waved his hand:
"Wait until she finishes playing this movement."
Lumian turned around, looked in the direction of the piano, and finally got a clear look at Miss Eloise:
She has soft brown eyebrows, bright brown eyes, slightly raised cheeks, and soft contours. She is a girl under twenty years old, and there is no obvious trace of the Sauron family.
According to Puyfer’s introduction just now, Eloise should belong to the Sauron family through her maternal line.
Lumian turned around, picked up a glass of red, white and blue liqueur placed on the coffee table, and chatted with Count Puyver, Arnoli and others about the latest popular themes and scandals in the circle.
During this time, he has been buying newspapers such as "Weekly", "Debator", "Trier Youth" and "Ghostface" magazine to improve his "self-cultivation" in order to deal with similar occasions.
The dark-haired lady who had been squatting next to Count Puyver had already stood up and moved to another place to watch several newspaper editors playing pool.
Lumian knew that she was definitely not Count Puyver's wife, because Aurore once told him that in Trier, in such small salons and limited-scale balls, the host and hostess would not appear at the same time as a rule. , otherwise it will give the guests a bad feeling that they are showing off their affection in a vulgar way, and it will be unseemly to spread it. Therefore, when the male host or hostess holds a salon, his spouse will go to someone else's salon.
When he first heard about this incident, Lumian was not yet fifteen years old. He just thought that the people in Trier had many rules. Looking back now, he only had one thought:
You Trier people have developed such ridiculous and funny unspoken rules for the convenience of having an affair, and everyone is happy to abide by them!
After a movement ended, Eloise left the piano and walked to the sofa area. Under the introduction of her cousin, she met Lumian. She pulled up a high stool and sat down with her legs together, quietly listening to everyone chatting.
As time passed, other people also gathered in this direction. Laurent came behind a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and casual formal clothes.
"This is Cornell, the editor-in-chief of Little Trier." Count Puyfer introduced Lumian.
Lumian had read the newspaper, and the "Star Bridge to the Red Moon" advertisement was published in it.
Now that he remembered this advertisement, in addition to thinking that it might be a scam or the performance art of the Trier people, he also suspected that it involved believers of some evil gods.
"This is Charles Dubois, general manager of the Coast Import and Export Company." Puifer told Cornell about the identity Gardner Martin forged for Lumian.
Cornell stretched out his right hand in shock:
"Very young."
Lumian stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said with a smile:
“This is the reward for my diligent study and hard work.”
The poet Elitte was about to mutter that most people here study hard and work hard, and no one has become the general manager of a large company at a young age. Lumian added in a self-deprecating tone:
"It was because I performed well in these two areas that my father appointed me as the general manager of the import and export company."
After everyone present was stunned for a moment, they understood what Lumian meant and started laughing.
Their impression of Charles Dubois became even more favorable.
In their circle, there are many people who rely on the protection of their parents and sit in very important positions at a very young age. Those people are either very taboo about others mentioning their parents and elders in front of them and have to show their so-called abilities, or they are not confident and mature enough to speak. It's all about my father and my uncle. There are very few people who can be as generous, calm, humorous, and not showing off as Lumian. The Count Puyver at that time could barely be considered 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?"
Thump, thump, Laurent's heart beat rapidly.
Although both parties had a tacit agreement not to reveal each other's true identities, he did not know enough about Charles Dubois, the gang leader, and was afraid that the other party would suddenly change his mind.
Cornell, editor-in-chief of "Little Trier", pointed to the young man next to him:
"Laurente is very talented, knowledgeable and polite. I have been observing him for almost three months and plan to hire him as my assistant and deputy editor. How about it, Laurente, I suddenly proposed Are you willing to accept such an invitation?
Laurent was startled at first, and then he was hit by huge joy, and his whole body was a little dizzy.
He swallowed the pain and uneasiness, endured his mother's cries and the scorn of his neighbors, just for one day like this?
He always believed that with his talent, he should not be relegated to the bottom. He was always looking for opportunities, even if he needed to squeeze his mother to support his disguised respectability.
Laurent did not let himself show too much excitement and responded to editor-in-chief Cornell with a smile:
"It's my pleasure."
Yes, although the risks of speculation are huge, the benefits are also considerable. However, if you don't change your mentality and really start from your current position, and still think about continuing to speculate to improve your social status, you will lose everything sooner or later... Lumi An remembered some words her sister said when she was losing money in the stock market, and based on the current situation, she mentally commented on Laurent's behavior.
Unlike Charlie and the others, he despised this opportunistic behavior of squeezing his mother. As long as Laurent's mother could accept it and didn't ask anyone to help beat her son or show a strong willingness to resist, he thought it was okay.
After Cornell and the others sat down, Lumian asked curiously:
"Where did you and Laurent meet?"
"In the Vichy Café." Cornell replied with a smile on his face. "He often comes here and talks to us about various things in Trier and expresses his opinions."
Café Vichy, that place where you can buy half a bottle of natural water and two boiled eggs for 5 fils? Laurent’s mother, Mrs. Lacazin, could not earn 3 fils even after working all day... However, investment It can be considered a reward. For a newspaper of the size of "Little Trier", even if you are only the deputy editor, even if you have just joined the job, you will have an income of nearly 5,000 felkin a year. This is on the surface... ... Lumian compared the changes before and after, and felt that Laurent's insistence on managing personal relationships in a speculative way had its own reasons.
However, out of a hundred people who do this, it would be good if only one succeeds.
Lumian looked at Laurent, who was peeking at him warily, and changed the subject with a smile:
"Cornell, I saw an advertisement for 'Star Bridge' in the "Little Trier" last month, or earlier, and thought it was quite interesting. Do you know anything about it?"
Cornell took a puff of his pipe and laughed:
"I think it's a bunch of delusional people, but since they paid the money, there's no reason why I shouldn't let them advertise and maybe fool the zealous mechanical science enthusiasts."
"How are they doing now?" Lumian said with a smile, "I want to invest some money in them to see if they are fraudsters or if they can really do something."
The poet Elitte picked up his smoking gun and muttered:
"If you invest in them, you might as well sponsor me. At least you can scold me for writing like a piece of shit, and I won't refute you."
"No problem, how about five thousand ferkin?" Lumian said as if he didn't take the money as money.
He planned to use the excuse of insufficient cash later and only give Elit 3,000 Firkin.
Yilett put down his smoking gun and opened his arms:
"Praise the sun, let Ciel's malice be more fierce!"
"Haha, when the salon is over, let's go back to the old city together." Lumian hinted that he would definitely sponsor him in the future, but he didn't do it directly now to make it look less fussy.
After this episode, Cornell became much more enthusiastic about Lumian:
"I don't know what's going on with that group of people now. They've only been advertising for a month."
After chatting for a while, Count Puyver looked at the sun that was starting to set, looked around, and suggested with a smile:
"Let's play the king cake game? It's a warm-up before dinner."
Do you only know how to play this game? Did you have a childhood? Lumian just complained and had no objection.
Others expressed their approval one after another, and Count Puyver immediately asked the valet to bring the huge king cake that had been prepared in the kitchen.
It was like the lid of a stew pot, fastened directly to the silver dinner plate, exuding an alluring color and smell.
"Who will be responsible for cutting?" Count Puyver glanced at each participant.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Eloise, come on, you are the youngest and most beautiful lady here."
Eloise, who was sitting on the high stool next to Lumian, jumped down lightly, picked up the knife, and started to cut the king cake.
Do you really listen to your cousin's words? Survive by relying on the Sauron family and Earl Puyver? Lumian found that Eloise was very skillful and often played with table knives.
Soon, the huge king cake was roughly divided into twenty-nine portions.
Just like last time, Count Puyver suggested dedicating the extra piece of cake to his ancestor Fomunda Sauron, and 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.
"Laurente, this is the first time you and Charles are attending my Saturday salon, and you will be the first to choose." Count Puyver set his sights on Lumian and Laurente.
Lumian laughed "haha":
"Of course the master makes the first choice, don't you think?"
At his instigation, the other participants also believed that the male host should start.
Count Puiver stopped giving in, picked up a piece of king cake, and said to everyone:
"He who bites the gold coin is the king."
Seeing that the member of the Sauron family had completed the selection, Lumian felt more confident and leaned out to look for the target.
This was a double insurance. He first let Count Puyver choose, and then when there were still a lot of cakes left, he took advantage of Thermipolos's rejection of this matter and selected the cake without gold coins.
This time, Thermipolos did not remind him aloud, and Lumian naturally picked up the piece of king cake he chose.
Before he could sit down, his mind suddenly wandered, and he seemed to see the narrow glass window again, and saw the dark red-haired man who dug out his own eyes.
