Ronan smiled and said nothing at Sun Jiayi's courtesy.
Interpersonal skills are the most basic skills for people like Sun Jiayi. Her greeting etiquette is not just a simple ranking according to status.
She just smiled at regular customers and wealthy customers like He Donglou, but she very keenly noticed Mo Peng who was stuck in the crowd:
"This gentleman is a bit unfamiliar."
Mo Peng glanced at Ronan subconsciously before forcing a smile on his face. He also followed Ronan's example and only smiled but said nothing, but everyone could see his stiffness and awkwardness.
Only then did Ronan speak: "My cousin, Mo Peng, didn't have much contact with our circle before. But if we want to deepen our relationship in the future, this place is quite suitable."
If Ronan could be made to speak, Sun Jiayi would have achieved her goal.
"It would be an honor for everyone in the Starry Sky Club to be recognized by Professor Luo."
His tone was humble, but his posture was neither humble nor arrogant. He stretched out his hand to Mo Peng: "Young Master Peng, please take care of me from now on."
After all, Mo Peng was big and had the cushion of being in the car. This time he really withstood it. He kept smiling, stretched out his hand to shake Sun Jiayi's hand, and finally passed the test.
Sun Jiayi then greeted He Donglou and others in turn, and at the end, she gave Xi Wei an intimate face-to-face salute.
"Weiwei, long time no see."
Their friendship may not be as deep as this, but beauties with different styles are so pleasing to the eye. They are very eye-catching and naturally help Xi Wei to complete the relevant positioning function.
Ronan wouldn't pay attention to these things before, but he and Xi Wei discussed many commercialization methods on the road, and now he can't help but think about them.
He didn't think too much about the mystery, mainly because there was nothing else about Sun Jiayi, except that her eyes were a little bit similar to Ruiwen's. cold.
The difference is that Sun Jiayi has exquisite makeup and is good at interpersonal communication. There is a charming charm in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, which dissolves her natural sharpness.
As for Ruiwen, when it comes to makeup... at most, Moya forced her to do it twice. If you want to become a public figure in the future, you have to polish it up. Maybe this person in front of you can be a reference?
After many thoughts, and the angle was so weird, Ronan's eyes stayed on Sun Jiayi for a longer time, which aroused the latter's reaction.
Sun Jiayi let go of Xi Wei and turned to Ronan, without communicating immediately. Instead, he stretched out his hand and invited the group to come in. After walking some distance, he leaned over and whispered, "Professor Luo, do you have any other instructions?"
Ronan was not ready to say something like "Teach Rui Wen how to put on makeup." He thought about it and said, "You are well-informed and should know what I need most right now."
"It must be Miss Ruiwen's business."
Of course, Sun Jiayi had done her homework and answered without hesitation: "It seems that we are not planning to impose a lockdown to cool down the temperature, but are going to do the opposite and have an impact?"
Ronan didn't look at her either, his eyes only passed over the highly designed geometric figures and lights in the corridor behind the foyer:
"You know who I am, and you should have heard about Raven's temper and character. It's really difficult for me to come up with a plan that helps Raven get to the stage without being annoying. Especially especially After chatting with Sister Weiwei all the way, I feel less and less confident."
His tone sounded like he was chatting with a friend, and he was quite candid and straightforward: "As for you, you know everything about us, and you are a well-known intermediary in the industry with the widest connections. Is there any suitable expert who can be introduced to us?"
Sun Jiayi did not agree immediately, she just said: "You said that, I have to think about it carefully."
"Okay, please."
Ronan just said it casually, not expecting Sun Jiayi to introduce him to a suitable candidate immediately. It was impossible for him to place any hope of success on this person.
Sun Jiayi is someone who needs attention, nothing more.
But right now, there is someone in this starry sky club who needs far more serious attention than Sun Jiayi.
When night falls, according to the original design concept, there is no lighting source near the "coast defense fort". It itself is the brightest and most dazzling light source. The lights were brilliant, illuminating a large area of the sea that could be seen.
At this moment, I don’t know how many people, with so many mentality, are casting their sights on this high-profile and dazzling “stage”.
It's okay if you don't know. Such data is not what the noisy and writhing participants here need to pay attention to, and they can't see it.
It's like standing at the forefront of the "fort", in the center of the dazzling circle, high above the sea. Although there is no other strong pleasure blessing than me, the fact is that with the naked eyes of normal people, it is impossible to see the lighting clearly. Outside the range, there is a dark sea surface with sharp contrast in light.
Originally, a little outline could be seen.
For Ronan, that's certainly not a problem. Ke Ren just couldn't stand the association, he couldn't help but worry:
If Ruiwen faced a similar situation, would there be any bad effects?
Of course, this kind of consideration is still a bit unfounded at the moment. However, more practical confusion still exists.
Ronan stared at the dark sea beyond the glass curtain wall. His wrists and palms subconsciously turned around, and between turns, a hollow metal sphere appeared in his palm, spinning silently.
This thing looks like the "fragrance balls" used in rich people's homes in ancient times, but the luster and texture don't look very reliable.
After turning it around in Ronan's hands for a few weeks, the "fragrant ball" made a fine "buzzing" vibration sound, as if some mechanism had been activated.
Its rotation speed was increasing rapidly, but there was no violent friction with Ronan's palm. Sometimes it touched, but it passed through like a ghost, and even part of it disappeared. It looks like it is looming, and may disappear into the unknown void at any time.
But after a few seconds, the vibration sound was mixed with the low sound of "Keke". It seemed that the internal parts were out of sync. It was extremely uncoordinated and even the frequency of the overall vibration was disturbed.
Ronan looked down and frowned.
"Oh my God, these people are having so much fun!"
Mo Peng's face was flushed, and he staggered into the glass curtain wall next to Ronan, using the relatively low-temperature glass to cool his face.
With night as the background, what is reflected on the glass curtain wall is the dancing and dancing figures of the main venue behind.
Dozens of young second-generation people attending the party, plus several times that number of helpers and beauties dedicated to heightening the atmosphere, cheered and roared around the huge and abrupt iron cage in the center.
Inside the iron cage, there is an amateur but still fierce indiscriminate fighting scene. The participants inside and outside the cage became more unrestrained and absurd because of the exciting scenes and the huge gambling funds and bonuses.
This was the first time in his life that he was exposed to a similar scene. Although Mo Peng didn't drink, he was still dizzy from the experience. It's quite remarkable to be able to break out of the siege and come here to hide.
"When are we going back..." Mo Peng put his forehead against the glass and continued to cool his brain, speaking as if he was moaning.
Ronan turned to look at him: "Tired?"
"It's broken! If you stay here any longer, your mentality will break!"
Mo Peng tore open his collar to let himself breathe: "We are not from the same circle. How can we, the small middle class, and the second-generation officials and second-generation rich people here play together? This is torture. !”
"Then you really have to get used to it. From now on..."
"Stop, stop talking, I'm going to collapse if you talk anymore."
"actually……"
Mo Peng raised his hands and surrendered: "I know, I understand everything. In fact, I had a feeling a few years ago, Paper-cut Song and Maoyan Sister's attitude towards you is different. But your circle is not easy to understand after all, until now...hehe , It is better to contact early than to contact late, and it is better to collapse early than to collapse late, but you can’t collapse now, right?”
Ronan really shut up.
In a practical sense, he may be Mo Peng's psychological "source of collapse".
At this stage, it is better to remain silent.
Although Mo Peng is lazy, fun-loving, and casual, this little fat guy is also really smart, really understanding, and really sober. Otherwise, he would not have always maintained "all excellent in all seven subjects" in such a distracted situation. score.
He just needs a little buffer time to adapt to the sudden change in social status of his brothers and relatives, as well as the radiating impact on himself.
Maybe you need to readjust your lifestyle.
No one is really willing to change for someone else, not even a close relative, even if it's an obviously good sign.
What's more, how can things be so simple?
The subtle psychological changes here are not suitable for Ronan to analyze in depth - it would be suspected of offending.
But soon, Mo Peng's attention was attracted by the "fragrance ball" that kept spinning in Ronan's hand and seemed to disappear and appear.
His eyes were a little straight: "What is this?"
Well, it’s really hard to explain in a few words.
Fortunately, at this time, Xue Lei, as the star of the whole fighting game, also broke through many obstacles and came here to hide.
"I really regret coming here to join in the fun..."
Mo Peng was the first to complain: "I'm very happy to see you torturing food."
Half an hour ago, Xue Lei spent a total of three minutes, without moving, knocking down seven challengers who dared to play, and won cheers like a landslide and tsunami - at least on the surface.
It can be said that it is a big show off.
As a fat civilian who couldn't beat him in the game, Mo Peng could only feel envious.
Xue Lei rolled his eyes at him: "You rushed into the kindergarten and beat up the children, and then you were live broadcasted and professionally analyzed frame by frame. Do you want to give it a try..."
Xue Lei actually said that his heroic appearance in the iron cage was used as a live broadcast material for tonight's event on a bamboo pole, and was posted to the friend group on Lingbo.com, where he was ridiculed.
Mo Peng was not on the same page as him, and he puffed up his chest: "When the game ends, as long as those young ladies rush up to me, there is nothing I dare not try!"
Xue Lei shook his head, too lazy to respond, and rubbed his chest: "This damn place has light from all sides, but it's suffocating. I will never come here next time."
Mo Peng was very surprised: "How can it be so empty and have a fresh air system..."
"Maybe it's going to rain? The clouds outside are so thick that they almost stick to the sea surface."
"Wow, your eyesight is so good? When I look out from here, it's almost black. Is there rain in the forecast today?"
"It's better to leave early."
Ronan agreed with Xue Lei's feeling. He put away the "seismograph" made by Dean Wan, which looked like a scented ball, and began to look at his watch, wondering when it would be better to leave.
At this time, someone shouted: "What a beautiful thought!"
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