The decoration style of the Republic of China period has been handed down as always.
The rotating glass lamps are full of brilliance, and groups of successful men and women in suits and evening gowns gather together in small and small groups, drinking glasses, chatting and laughing, and everything is filled with the atmosphere of the top upper class society.
Lei Ming took Lu Fan to find a seat in the corner and sat down. A beautiful girl wearing a cheongsam came over, placed a glass of red wine in front of the two of them, and then left in high heels.
Lei Ming picked up his wine glass and looked at the crowd in front of him: "These people who appeared in the Peace Hotel tonight can be said to control more than half of China's economic lifeline in their hands."
"And these people are extremely low-key. The history of some chaebols can even be traced back to the Republic of China. They are all low-key and invisible rich people."
"Including Zhong Boyong, the richest man in Jiangnan who you know, in the eyes of some people here, they are actually just trivial matters and cannot be mentioned at all."
Lu Fan nodded. Although Zhong Boyong was wealthy, he was far from being a top boss like controlling the economic lifeline of a country.
At the very least, whenever the country encounters an economic crisis, Zhong Boyong is not qualified to go to Beijing and sit with those big bosses to discuss the qualifications for the development of a great country.
But there were quite a few people in the banquet hall in front of me.
However, Lu Fan did see some familiar faces here.
Nangong Wenxiu, who he met at the gate before but didn't speak, as well as members of the Luo family, as well as faces from the other ten major families, all appeared here.
"It seems that no matter how much the Guwu family claims to have a clear relationship with the secular world, in the end, it cannot do without the word money."
Lu Fan took a sip of red wine, and at this moment, the entire banquet hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped talking and all turned their heads and looked in the same direction.
I saw three middle-aged men wearing formal suits of different colors striding in from the side door of the banquet hall while holding their hands and fists.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a white Chinese tunic suit with a gentle face and a golden pocket watch hanging on his chest. As he walked forward, he kept holding his fists and expressing his goodwill to everyone passing by.
Following him on the left and right were a fat man in a black suit and an old man with a thin face and heavy bags under his eyes.