Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Forty Seven The Waltz that Preludes to Night (Part 1)
The dazzling ball hall, with the golden halo of crystal chandeliers flowing with nobility,
The figures of dignitaries gradually began to discuss, making the entire venue look like they were high-class. At this moment, they were all looking at the figures entering the venue.
Dower, which operates in more than 130 countries and regions, and British Petroleum, which has an annual turnover of more than 200 billion US dollars,
And the Royal Shell Group, which is the largest among them!
At this moment, people from these European energy giants are walking into the dance venue through the gate. A dozen different figures enter together with an inexplicable momentum.
Many people present were shocked when they saw these heavyweights arriving!
They all heard it more or less at last night's cocktail party. They knew that at the moment when an 'outsider' was offering a higher stake,
These figures from outside North America and tonight’s organizer from that ‘Empire’,
The two sides will inevitably engage in a fierce conflict of interests!
The demonstration-like formation of the three European companies together has completely confirmed this point. They all know how much the initial disadvantage in terms of momentum will have on the negotiations.
Then I thought about my opening remarks,
The inexplicable aura of that magically young CEO was oppressive.
Thinking about the confrontation that might happen next, almost everyone swallowed nervously!
But it was beyond anyone's expectation. Faced with such a strong entry from the opponent,
Under the splendor of the ball hall,
The black-haired young man just walked straight towards the beautiful figure on the other side.
Then when he came to the other party, he seemed to not know what to say in the first sentence. It was rare that he looked like someone of this age when facing the opposite sex.
He looked at the other person dumbfounded for a moment, then laughed and sighed, and then raised a relaxed and familiar smile.
"Um...can I ask you to dance..."
ah.....?
Almost everyone in the golden ball hall was stunned.
There were no arrogant collisions, no sharp exchanges, no words of momentum, and even the responsibilities as the host and CEO of the dance seemed to be forgotten.
When they first asked a young woman from the European company to dance, the scene was completely different from what they had imagined.
But what surprised everyone even more was that,
This is not even the most basic reception. This is an rude and disrespectful behavior for this kind of occasion.
The other party actually agreed.
Watching the figure's delicate fingertips touch his outstretched hand, it was only then that everyone suddenly realized the other person's swan-like elegance and snow-white beauty under the brilliant blond hair...
Ignoring the original normal process, ignoring the surprised looks on the scene, and even ignoring the approaching crisis from the outside world,
Holding the hand of the person next to me, no matter how stupid I am, I can realize that the company from Europe, the mysterious person in charge who cannot be found, and the timing of this appearance...
When he came to the center of the dance floor and stood still, trying his best to get his posture right, Fangran felt a little strange looking at her.
"The person in charge of Royal Shell Group?"
Compared with him, his movements were natural and elegant, and he put his hands and shoulders on his hands and shoulders. Under the soothing tone of the cello and the dazzling golden light of the crystal lamp,
Osphia just raised her blue eyes and asked:
"Fiseld's CEO?"
Hearing this, he smiled helplessly, felt the warmth of her hands, and put his right hand on the side of Osphia's back. The touch of the hollow and exposed back of the platinum dress made his movements freeze.
Along with the melodious movement of the waltz, Fangran took a deep breath and took the lead in dancing.
On an escape adventure from London, Paris to Rome, they jointly experienced the huge despair at the end of the simulation scene. The two people who were at odds when they first met during the national war became completely trustworthy companions.
In the waltz where everyone dressed up and danced together, I recalled that thrilling journey in Europe.
I really didn't expect that the next time we meet would be at a dance like this...
This was the first time I saw the other person in an evening dress. Her flawless shoulders, neck and collarbones were as white as a swan, and the snow-white soft curve of her chest made it difficult to place my gaze.
I have seen so many things since I came to North America and I am used to it, but when faced with familiar friends of the opposite sex dressed like this, I always feel a little inexplicably shaken.
As if trying to cover it up, Fangran spoke with a solemn expression under the golden light:
"Let me tell you first, I can only dance the most basic and slowest kind..."
He seemed to see something in his averted eyes, colors flashed in his blue eyes, and Osphia just matched his dance steps with a clear and calm voice.
"Really? I thought you were already familiar with this kind of situation, especially how to invite women to dance."
"It's hard to say whether I'm familiar with it or not, but now it seems that after tonight, my reputation as a skilled person is firmly established..."
Hearing her seemingly meaningful words, Fangran couldn't help but smile helplessly as he held the beautiful blonde figure spinning on the dance floor.
He ignored the important negotiation and invited the other party's young woman to dance. He could guess what everyone present would think of him.
Especially one of these looks made him feel particularly embarrassed.
Two minutes ago, he denied the other party's idea of which target he was interested in chatting with and answered righteously, "I don't have time to dance when I have serious business"...
When she heard his words, the corner of Osphia's mouth curled up with a subtle arc.
The young man in a pure black suit is tall and straight, the silhouette in the platinum dress is gorgeous, and the two figures who are equally young and outstanding are incredibly dancing together,
It seems that there is an invisible tacit understanding between each other,
This detail made many people in the hall stunned at this moment. Everyone felt that they were a perfect match at this moment.
The familiarity stemming from the journey made Fangran notice the subtle look on Ophia's face, the disintegration of the unfamiliarity of meeting again after a long separation, and looked at her face that looked more beautiful with exquisite makeup.
As the hem of the skirt rotates on the dance floor, she asks her concern as a companion:
"How have you been in the past two months? You are transferred to Brussels now, right?"
"Same as before, just changed the starting point..."
Slender white arms were placed on Fangran's body, and her slightly raised face was covered with a layer of golden light. Osphia looked at him softly and calmly and answered,
While dancing impeccably, she told him about her recent missions.
"Compared with official organizations at the regional level, the tasks of the Royal Court Headquarters are more widely distributed, involve more countries, and the relationships with the participants they come into contact with are more complex,"
"Compared with my ancestors who were able to handle themselves as leaders almost immediately, I am still far from mature enough."
Don't compare yourself with that person...
Listening to Osphia mentioning the majestic figure who followed the queen who was at the top of B level a hundred years ago, she felt helpless for a second.
But looking at the clear and firm belief in her blue eyes,
The figure chasing after the person I admire will not waver even if it is far away...
I couldn't help but think of the will I felt from her in the C-class battle, where she fought with all her strength and without any reservations.
Fangran sighed that this was indeed the Ophia he knew.
While he was thinking this, dancing together under the brilliant lights of the ball, Osphia raised her eyes and looked at the black-haired young man in front of her,
It's like greeting a good friend whom you haven't seen for a long time, but it also seems to be mixed with some other meaning of concern...
"What about you, how have you been in the past two months?"
