Chapter 105

At night in Lower Manhattan, New York, in front of the Waldorf Astoria hotel in Midtown. Luxury cars slowly passed by. These cars all stopped for a moment at the entrance of the Waldorf Astoria hotel. But they won't be there for long. They just need to be there, letting their owner go. Let their owners step peacefully into this upscale New York hotel built around the same time as the Empire State Building. Then they and the driver will find a parking space themselves. While waiting for their owner to arrive, they will wander the streets of Manhattan to meet their owner. Tonight's charity auction is organized by the New York branch of the Texas Bank of Commerce and major New York newspapers. Such a party would of course benefit from the participation of some celebrities and stars. Because the head of a large bank takes the lead, big figures in the financial and economic world naturally also participate. Wherever there are celebrities, there are paparazzi. Wherever there are economic elites, there are financial journalists. Especially tonight's main character, I heard there are several tycoons of major newspapers. Journalists and paparazzi want to take pictures of their own bosses or those of other competing companies. Naturally, I am more energetic and focused. So the flashlights were shining, as if they would illuminate the entrance to the Waldorf Astoria hotel during the day. Tonight, Abel wore a thin black suit, a crimson bow tie, shiny leather shoes, a royal oak watch, and combed his hair like an adult. Getting out of the car, Abel squinted his eyes slightly as the flashing lights illuminated him. It was different from the Hilton family party I attended last time. Hilton This time, Barry Hilton was not strong enough to attract such media attention. There were no reporters at the door. This time, the excitement mainly involved the owners of some major newspapers in New York. He shook his head slightly, turned around and walked away, gently extending his hand towards the car. Inside is a beautiful and generous red dress, highlighting Ikana's low-cut back. Ikana smiled generously, took Abel's hand and gracefully walked out of the car. Abel hugged his kitten and they both stood on the red carpet. These handsome men, one tall and handsome, one tall and handsome. Immediately attracting the attention of all reporters, the flashlight was as bright as day. Abel was not used to this scene, mainly because he did not like these flashing lights. Ikana is doing much better, she seems like she was born for these scenes. It was obvious that Abel's eyes were a little sore from the contact, but she was still able to open her beautiful eyes wide. It seems like these flashlights are just the light of fireflies. With a charming and sweet smile on her face, she waved to the reporter who recognized her identity and occasionally called her name. Ikana is relatively famous in New York and the United States. Who told him that his father was more flashy and a relatively successful television businessman. Ikana is only sixteen years old and in college. I previously hosted the Miss Universe USA selection and also hosted the Miss Teen USA pageant. With her growing "business" temperament, she has become a celebrity in the United States. On the other side is Abel, the wolf of Wall Street. He is also well known in several financial media and in Manhattan. As for ordinary people, very few people really know him. After all, until now, except for a few elite media agencies. He has also been profiled in the New York Times and the New York Observer. The New York Times report was only on page three, and that was six months ago. People who saw it probably forgot about it after a long time. The owner of the New York Observer bragged about it. But its sales were only a few tens of thousands of copies and its readers were often from New York's upper class. Very few ordinary people actually know him. In this case, the number of journalists who know him is of course not many. After all, journalists always only pay attention to people, things or things that readers like to see. Others don't care. Now he appeared at the same time as Ikana, and naturally Ikana was the one attracting the most attention. He walked over and invited Ikana to come. Only Ikana was the main person qualified to join the party today. On the contrary, it becomes secondary. Fortunately, her appearance is also very photogenic, standing next to Ikana, her charisma does not lose at all. There is a feeling that her status is higher than Ikana's. This made journalists very curious about him. Obviously it wasn't an interview, but there were people who didn't know his identity and loudly questioned him and Ikana. Someone asked if he was Ikana's boyfriend. Someone asked him if he was related to Ikana. Someone asked him directly who he was. There are all kinds of complicated questions. Ikana and Abel ignored him and both walked the red carpet together. Abel held the bag in one hand and gently hugged Ikana with the other, his expression expressionless. Ikana cooperated with the screaming reporter to take a few photos, smiled sweetly and generously, and then returned to the hotel with him. The two went into the banquet room. At this time, many so-called celebrities came. But not much, maybe a quarter or a third. At this time, most people were walking freely, a few couples, three or four people were chatting together. Occasionally, people could be seen smiling and nodding at him and Ikana. Abel doesn't know most of them. "Is this the friend you know? I don't know them." Abel whispered to Ikana. "I don't know many, but a few." Ikana responded to these people with a smile on her lips: "But on this occasion. Perhaps a nod can promote cooperation." Abel nodded in understanding. means knowledge. The banquet hall is fully equipped with amenities. The main part is a large booth with a round dining table below. In the middle of each dining table is a large bouquet of pink flowers. Wearing white shirts, black vests and bow ties, many handsome waiters made their way through the crowd to bring champagne and red wine. Abel also noticed this. The round dining tables and chairs next to them are all carved in gold. If you pay attention, you will see that these letters are actually the names of individual letters. Ikana says these are the names of the guests attending tonight's party. Simply put, after the party officially begins. How should guests take turns sitting and arrange their seats? The organizers have reserved your spot in advance! The inscription consists of these golden letters, the name of the chair is placed. The allocation of these seats is very strict, with clear distinctions and a serious class concept. Today's charity dinner is hosted by Texas Commerce Bank. Discreet in New York. But among the co-hosts are media giants such as the Dow Jones Company and the New York Times Company. By the way, the level of this charity party is also high. This high-class social gathering took place relatively publicly, even in Manhattan. There are only about a dozen events each year, and any guest who attends is a symbol of identity and status. Occasions like these are the wheel of fame and fortune for New York's upper class, and the level of snobbery goes far beyond the entertainment industry. This realm is filled with human emotions and earthly conditions. With red and white shirt. In this case. The rich and famous will happily vie for family foundations, wealth, and female friendships, collectively known as soccer field culture. This place is like the Coliseum of the social world. There is a famous group of prom queens, called socialites, in the United States who must go to every prom and enthusiastically attend parties. With time and space, Paris in two years will be one of the proms. Hollywood, the Kardashians are all like that after the prom. The meaning of their lives is to show off on the football field, compare clothes, looks, jewelry, sexiness, grandfathers, fathers, husbands. In the future, there will be a common word on the Internet called "position C", which was formed from there. As an outsider, I still come from a place that doesn't care much about these things, rural Texas. Abel knew nothing of these things. Different from last time. The last time he attended the Hilton family party, he was late. When he arrived, a similar place had been reserved. Furthermore, as soon as he arrived, David came to see him. Many financial giants were also present at this time, so Abel did not appreciate its scale at all. This time he came with Ikana and arrived early. Many other guests had not yet arrived, he noticed immediately. Fortunately, Ikana by his side also knew this so-called soccer field culture. Ikana's father, whether young or now, has always been the king of baseball. From an early age, Ikana often accompanied her father to attend such occasions. She knows this football field culture very well and she is also a master of it. "There is such a thing." The two spoke in low voices. Abel was surprised to hear Ikana present some interesting facts about soccer field culture. Ikana still kept that generous and dignified smile, just a slight expression was enough to let Abel know that her mood was now better. She whispered: "I didn't expect you to not know." "My family has a farm, I know how to tie horses and get wool from sheep very well. Oh, and how to breed mares or cows in heat. » Abel shrugged and said. Having finished speaking, he noticed Ikana's surprised expression. This made Abel realize that his last sentence seemed inappropriate to say on this occasion. He explained: "I mean the mating of mares and cows. I mean in the pasture, when you see them in heat, put them in stalls and pens and let them mate." "Selection of pedestrians is also necessary so that good mares and cows can produce good foals and blooded calves." "." Ikana didn't know how to respond. She had to whisper: "That sounds interesting. I used to ride horses and like to drink milk but I didn't know that." "If I have a chance, I will show it to you later." Abel said. "Eh~ okay." » Ikana said helplessly. "Also, Ikana, tell me about the so-called soccer field culture. It looks so funny." Abel knew this was a topic that interested him. So he quickly brought the topic back here. Ikana nodded, clearly happy to help Abel Cop. "Let's take this party as an example." She whispered. "In general, this type of party is very noteworthy. Guests cannot sit arbitrarily, everyone has their own seat." "The first floor is the headquarters of the organizing committee. It has the most expensive status. Almost everyone who could sit there was the richest person in town. » "Here~" She stretched out her delicate white fingers and pointed in the direction of the forum. "Around the first row there are only about five or six tables, which is classified as first class." "Understand." Abel nodded. It's like attending a concert hosted by a star. The closer we get to the stars, the closer we get to the concert stage. The higher the ticket price, the higher the ticket price. Relatively speaking, the more face the person present at the scene saves. These are all people who don't lack money or loyal fans. "The second class is on one side, scattered across the first row of desks in front." Ikana said. She doesn't say, most classes in New York, or a slightly less classy evening. Even if it were his father, most of the time he wouldn't be qualified to sit in that waiting chair. Before Xianyu returned, his father really did not have a high status in New York. Otherwise it wouldn't be a party. Obama introduced it as an amusing cafe to create a party atmosphere. "The third person is very far from the forum, they are all on the sidelines, and are also the main characters participating in the team. Like many of the Hollywood superstars taking the stage tonight, their place is usually here. " Ikana said. Actually, there is another type of door. Sitting in this position means chaos is at its peak. Once seated in this position, many diners will leave early to avoid being ridiculed by snobs. But the Texas Commerce Bank, which is hosting tonight's party, and several major newspapers. belongs to those who are better able to behave and may not want to offend others. For tonight's charity dinner, the entrance is empty and no seats are reserved. Having said that, Ikana finally added: "So, organizing such a super ball seems very simple but in fact in many cases it is very thoughtful. Especially the stage layout and seating arrangement, who sits where, must be carefully considered." Abel nodded, drawing a conclusion: he understood the so-called football field culture. He believes that, in many cases, the issue is not just one of class identity. We even have to wonder whether there is personal animosity between the guests, whether the organizer is negligent or not. Putting both sets of enemies in the same place, the host will easily offend both sets of guests at the same time. After all, the so-called high society is ultimately made up of people. Because we are human, human nature cannot be avoided. "GOOD." Abel saw more and more people entering the room, so he couldn't help but say: "I see, it sounds interesting. But. Ikana, where do you think we should stay? Or should I say, where should I sit?" There will be no seating or anything on the invitation. If such things were written on it, perhaps many people would not come. Usually come to the present and then look for yourself. Or just ask the waiter to take you there. "I guess." Ikana said uncertainly, "Probably second rate." (end of this chapter)