The Plight of North Qiong

At the Windsor Residence.

It was ablaze with lights and countless courteous attendants walked around the premises. England was said to have the most historical noble traditions and they were famous for their servers and butlers. Rules of etiquette had been established to control their behavior and the ways to serve guests, but all of that seemed unnecessary to Chen Fan.

"Sir, Miss, this way please."

The attendant led Chen Fan and An Ya into the room.

Everything seemed casual since it wasn't a formal cocktail party. The western elites inside were talking to one another with wine glasses in their hands.

"My dear An, you're here."

A meticulously dressed old gentleman approached them with a smile.

"Viscount York, President of the Royal Bank of Scotland. He was born in a Scottish noble family and has a Viscount title and two Baron titles," An Ya introduced Viscount York to Chen Fan.

"This is?"