It wasn't all dark yet.

The three of them went upstairs to get the car keys and calculated the time. After a brief rest in the living room, they arrived at the garage and sat in the convertible continental hood that had just been maintained some time ago.

After starting up, I looked at the oil meter and it was almost full. Zhao Kuo smiled and said, "I bought a car for so long, and the mileage is only three digits? Although it is not a supercar like Ferrari, the sound of the Continental GT is also very good, not so harsh, and it seems to be full of power."

"My dad's Bentley is more elegant and spacious, but I still like this kind of car." Li Xiao, who was sitting in the back row, said.

Fan Liancheng is not good at driving skills and does not know these transportation tools. He has been used to seeing all kinds of good cars since childhood and has long developed immunity. Take his two friends for example. At this moment, he is just a comment and anyone can afford it easily, so he will naturally not make a fuss.

Put away the soft-top carport and set out for Kensington Palace. As the private property of the British royal family, the princess named Diana then lived in that palace with her husband and sons. It is extremely well-known in both England and Europe and the United States.

Britain is a constitutional monarchy. A serious prince holds social parties and allows friends to be brought, which of course attracted the attention of many people.

As the continental convertible approaches Kensington Palace, you can see that the roadside is full of luxury cars, most of which are super sports cars, and some are foreign license plates, and there are also many luxury cars such as Rolls-Royce and Bentley. Guests in formal clothes walk into the garden, and the people they know even greet each other.

When Fan Liancheng got off the bus, he tidied up his bow tie a little and felt uncomfortable with the buttons of the shirt.

The white shirt is in black formal clothes on the outside, and the hand towel is stuffed into the chest pocket. As early as middle school, a special teacher taught them how to choose clothes and behave etiquette.

Zhao Fu looked up and down and teased, saying, "If I were a girl, I would be fascinated by you now. It's rare to see you are so formal. You should be like this in normal times. Attending more parties and making the momentum out with clothes, the British like this, otherwise how could they know that your old man has billions?"

Li Xiao looks good, but it's just good, and it looks gentle.

However, such a gentle guy said at this moment: "Liancheng, I want to be as handsome as you, the success rate of picking up girls will be doubled. I have never seen you harm anyone. I have really wasted such a good foundation. You didn't even go to the previous alumni gatherings. Some girls specifically asked you to go there. Maybe they are still thinking about you. You can talk about the past tonight."

Fan Liancheng always felt that the two of them were sarcastic and replied: "My father's money is his money, not what I earned myself. There is nothing to show off. Going to a party is nothing more than drinking and chatting. He has been attending classmates' birthday parties since he was twelve or thirteen years old. If he goes too much, he will feel annoyed. Most parties are boring."

"That's true. Unless I heard that there are many girls, I'm too lazy to go now. Tonight is different. This party is very stylish. It is said that a princess in Sweden accepted the invitation." Zhao Kuo said while walking, and waved to others from time to time. It was nothing more than the friends I met at nightclubs and parties. Because of his cheerful personality and always familiarity, his social circle is far wider than Fan Liancheng.

At this moment, I just passed the security door and finished checking the invitation.

A young white man came to Fan Liancheng and asked curiously: "Dylan Fan, right? That low-key Asian rich man at Harrow School? I remember you, I have a very good memory. We talked about Chelsea team a few years ago. Do you still remember?"

"...Remember, you said your father was one of the shareholders of Chelsea Football Club, you were John Robben, right?"

"Yes, the team's shares have been sold. Now my father is busy investing in Nokia and he doesn't pay any attention to the team at all, so... Long time no see, Dylan, what are you doing now?"

Nokia is at its peak these days, and even the old manufacturer Motorola can't beat it. No wonder young people named John Robben deliberately mentioned it, all of which are used to maintain their status and maintain social networking chips.

Students in ordinary schools will compare who have better grades and who are more popular with teachers during middle school. However, when Fan Liancheng was in middle school, his friends often compared who have bigger companies, whose parents rank higher on the rich list, and whose family has higher ranks.

On weekdays, they are often called to private estates, superyachts, or somebody's hotel to attend parties. If someone suddenly goes bankrupt or loses power, they will soon become outsiders and become jokes from other students.

Don’t think that you don’t understand these things at a young age. Fan Liancheng also came from that age and knew very well how perverted their growth environment was. Competition seemed to start from the womb.

Fan Liancheng smiled and said to the alumnus who had no impression of it: "I am still studying at Imperial College of Business, these two are my friends, Jamie Zhao, and Marco Lee."

They shook hands separately, greeted each other, followed the crowd of people in groups, walked together in the middle of the garden, and could see the red palace with many windows.

As mentioned earlier, the small circle of rich people is not big.

Although Fan Liancheng hadn't appeared on similar occasions for a long time, he still met some old acquaintances one after another, and they recognized them and approached him to say hello.

More people know Zhao Kuo. He and Li Xiao went to high-end nightclubs every few days. Over time, they always met many friends, especially at various private parties. Today you hold one, and tomorrow I hold one. As long as you have thick-skinned enough, you can attend endless activities almost every day.

As soon as he entered the spacious hall, Zhao Fu took a glass of champagne and handed it to Fan Liancheng. He smiled and pointed at a distance, telling him: "Look at that time, do you recognize who it is? He loved you for several months, and I also got a lot of meals to take you over to reminisce about the past?"

Fan Liancheng looked over and saw the young girl wearing a white evening dress. He felt a big head and shook his head decisively and said, "It's better to be good. Qiu Minmin and I have no common topics, so it's best to pretend that we didn't see it."

"I admit that her Thai English sounds awkward, but she is the largest builder and one of the real estate developers in Thailand. Recently, she seems to have bought an island to develop tourism. I heard from another Thai girl."

“…You know all this?”

Fan Liancheng sighed. He was fair and handsome when he was a child. He never lacked admirers around him, especially Asian girls.

Looking back now, it seems that it was a long time ago. Since I entered university and became low-key, I have no such treatment as receiving love letters often.
Chapter completed!