Bai Jiade said smugly to a young man beside him: "In order to eat a fresh and delicious fish, the slave owners would let the slaves carry a relay race in a wooden tub and run for two days and two nights to deliver the fish to their kitchen. At that time, the fish were still beating... We were not so ruthless. What we had to pay was just a little insignificant money, but we could enjoy more luxurious services than the Roman emperor."

A young man nodded repeatedly: "God, you are so knowledgeable."

Bai Jiade smiled modestly: "No, gentlemen, it's just because of the circle I live in that I need to understand these. In order to match my identity, a little bit of unique knowledge is necessary."

A living camel from the Sahara was led toward the backyard by Kane's subordinates, followed by a bull from Kobe, Japan, a ram from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in China, followed by a fat goose, it comes from the countryside of Britain, a proud big rooster, it comes from Germany, a small pigeon, it comes from Italy.

Bai Jiade smiled and said, "Maybe the food I prepared will interest the guests. In any case, a roasted camel would be a surprise."

The young men applauded, then rushed out impatiently, drove their own luxury sports car to various clubs, and immediately released the news of Bai Jiade's luxury banquet.

A chef invited from a hotel in a large oasis in the Sahara stood respectfully beside Bai Jiade: "Sir, roasting camels requires low heat for three days and three nights, but time..."

Bai Jiade looked at him: "Idiot, I don't mean to insult your traditional culture, but for me, I will do it according to my rules. Those guests will not care how long your camel has been roasted, and they will be roasted separately, and finally fill them in. Yes, according to my words, so that at most one day and one night will be enough, and then you will be given twelve hours... The guests will not pay attention to the taste, because they have never eaten it, do you understand?"

The chef looked at Bai Jiade in a daze. Bai Jiade helplessly signaled the housekeeper to stuff him a stack of banknotes: "Sir, you just don't know how to adapt, so you have been living in the desert... Okay, listen to me, you can say that I am not a roast camel, but who cares? As long as you can eat, you can change his name, yes, for example, a convenient roast camel?"

The chef was speechless and shook his head and walked towards the backyard.

Bai Jiade smiled proudly: "I have to point out these things before I can do it... Dear, send the invitation out... You found me and I did a good job."

The housekeeper hit him mercilessly: "Dear, those people are too stupid..."

Bai Jiade muttered: "How can I say that? I am a genius... Humph, although lying is not in line with my identity. I am a Marquis now..."

The housekeeper ignored him and left alone.

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Two days later, at 7:00 pm, Bai Jiade's luxurious banquet began. Kane and the others were straight tuxedoes, and more than 200 big men were about the same height. They were politely patrolling inside and outside the mansion, or helping guests park. Their demeanor and manner cultivated through strict military training made all the guests feel the true aristocratic demeanor of Bai Jiade.

Just as a true nobleman who knew the truth needed to show that Bai Jiade did not at the entrance of the yard, but on the steps of the banquet hall, he brought two housekeepers and six servants to greet the guests.

Bai Jiade was wearing a black dress, steady and solemn, and the exquisite silk flowers on his left chest, a thin silver chain of pocket watches that extended from the buttons, and the naughty little cane in his hand gave him a little bit of the firepower that young people should have. His fair skin and slender and powerful fingers showed that he was a noble person who had never done any physical work.

For any guest who arrives, Bai Jiade can immediately judge their hobbies and personality based on their clothes and age and appearance. Then add a few words of flattery between horses, making all the guests feel like they are bathed in spring breeze and have a lot of favor to Bai Jiade.

"Ms., you are so beautiful tonight... Oh, it's a pity that this pearl is worn on you... Your light conceals all its brilliance, it can't highlight your beauty at all... Yes, you are so brilliant, thank you for coming."

"Dear sir, good evening, thank you for your appreciation... Oh, the work of the House is so suitable for your majestic sir, long live France..."

The butler gently reminded the guests of their identity and name from behind, and Bai Jiade greeted the guests with gentle and politeness, and matched each other, perfect cooperation.

The waitresses who were temporarily hired from several nearby five-star hotels were wearing uniform long skirts and holding various drinks in their hands, walking quietly back and forth in the hall. According to Bai Jiade's request, they were not enthusiastic, but they had a quiet beauty that suited the status of a noble.

The arrival of guests greeted others a little, and immediately formed small circles and started talking to themselves. The Academy of Sciences, Parliamentary, Commercial, and ancestors had aristocratic titles, which is the current situation in the social circle. Even if you can enter the big circle of upper society, you still have to work hard to enter these small circles, and you must choose which small circles will welcome you, those small circles will not welcome you, and even hostile to you.

For example, the great people who once had noble titles from their ancestors had some kind of barrier in their hearts towards the great people in the parliament. After all, the glory of their ancestors was deprived of them.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some people are welcome in any circle. Just like the one who is coming in.

The welcome security guard said loudly: "Mr. St. Lanlun is here."

Saint Lanren, yes, the drunken guy in Venice, who made Bai Jiade do whatever he wants here for a billion dollars, had a weak blonde hair floating, and his facial muscles strode in with a little twist. An ordinary suit, but with his identity, the suit also brought a layer of glory.

Bai Jiade looked at him carefully, and he also looked at Bai Jiade carefully, and then saluted each other.

Bai Jiade whispered: "A very beautiful night, sir, isn't it?"

St. Lanlun looked at Bai Jiade: "Yes, it's very beautiful. I hope it will be even better in the future. Sir, you did a good job."

Bai Jiade smiled: "What did you say?"

St. Lanlun nodded stiffly: "Yes, it's great, I didn't say anything, sir, see you later..." Bai Jiade bowed slightly, St. Lanlun replied with a greeting and strode into the banquet hall.

Some people are born with dazzling brilliance, enough to attract all people who are inferior to him. Saint-Lanlun is such a person. Although in Yi Chen's mouth, he was regarded as a prodigal son and a blind villain for his feelings, among these high-ranking people in Paris, he is a hot-hearted baby.

A tall and thin old man with several honorary professors and also serves as the director of a certain laboratory at a certain university and the dean of a certain college at that university was the first to see Saint-Lanlun, and then came to greet him: "Good evening, Mr. Saint-Lanlun... I thank you very much for the scientific research fund you donated last time. This gives us financial resources to solve several major problems. You have contributed to the scientific progress of France, sir."

St. Lanren smiled: "Professor Jersey, if necessary, I will increase my investment in the fund... Have you ever had any strange discoveries recently?"

Professor Jersey shook his head quickly: "Sir, science is serious, there is nothing strange at all. They exist there, but they are just waiting for our discovery... Yes, this is an objective truth, just like the stars in the sky. Although we cannot see them today, the clouds are too thick, they must exist... They also exist in the things we study, yes, they have existed since ancient times..."

St. Lanlun and Jersey got into a quarrel. The representatives of the small circles nearby were very annoyed. This old Jersey guy was moving too fast. But it was impolite to interrupt other people's conversations. How could a person like them make such a mistake?

The welcome man shouted again: "Mr. Marshall. Dell., the Dell family, and Mr. Marshall. Dell., together with Mr. Marshall, and Miss Alansha, and Master Wiscole, arrived."

Bai Jiade was excited, haha, it was so perfect, the protagonist was here.

Mr. De Le is an old guy with a tall skeleton and deep eyes. His wife is still charming, a long skirt, followed by a few light colors; Alansha, the target Bai Jiade wants to deal with, is only 165 cm tall, her body is weak, her waist and hands can be broken, a long white gauze skirt, long light brown hair, delicate and small and beautiful face, holding a small bouquet of lilies in her hand; as for Vescole, she is just a young child, who looks fifteen or sixteen years old.

Bai Jiade welcomed him, and the tide of praise poured into Mr. De Le and his wife. He only gave Alansha a few compliments, and even said something to Vescole than to Alansha.

The people in the hall moved towards the door involuntarily. The Dai Le family, especially Mr. Dai Le, are still big figures with strong potential in politics, and they cannot neglect them. The infinite invisible interests are on him, and even the air near his body seems to have the smell of power and wealth.

The young men and men are different. What they expect is to dance with Alansha and be able to hug her waist. Who made her an iceberg beauty? It is said that no one can touch her heart. As for Viscoll, an insignificant little boy, no one wants to pay attention to him.

St. Lanlun had long hidden in the corner of the hall, and took a decent bottle of red wine regardless of his identity and took a few mouthfuls. Alansha's inadvertent eyes looked at him, and both of them avoided each other's gaze as if they were stabbed by a scorpion.

Bai Jiade looked at this scene curiously, secretly became an observer, and at the same time he used his brain full of artist temperament, and began to conceive what happened between the two: "Didn't St. Lanlun be raped by Alansha? Then he was ruthlessly abandoned, otherwise, how could he hate her like this? God, forgive me, this is what Mr. Yi and the others would think. A person like me would not think like this... It was the devil who seduced me just now, but it was not my original intention."

The housekeeper gently tapped Bai Jiade's back and signaled that all the guests were here. Bai Jiade smiled and looked at Dai Le and the others: "It's true that he is the big guy, he insists on the last one to appear, haha, but isn't it tired to pretend like this?"

All the guests looked at Bai Jiade consciously, and Dai Le also smiled generously and stood aside with his family. Bai Jiade's warm but not stingy flattery just now made him very enjoyable. Now he is still warm. This young man is worth dating and is a person who knows the truth. Maybe he can help him a little.

Bai Jiade humbly walked to the center of the hall, picked up a glass of red wine, and said in French that was full of classical meaning: "Gentlemen, please express my 120-year-old gratitude to you... I am just a young man who has just entered Paris. It is a great honor for you to enjoy the glory."

After saying a whole set of polite words, Bai Jiade tried hard to lower his identity anyway, but he did not belittle it to the point that makes people feel artificial. At the same time, he flattered everyone present, as if they were all social elites and pillars of the world. Although from the perspective of identity, these people are indeed.

Bai Jiade raised his wine glass, and the guests raised their glasses one after another, signaling each other, and then drank them all.

According to convention, Bai Jiade should say something that allows everyone to move freely, so that they can enjoy themselves according to their preferences. Then, Bai Jiade, as the host, will visit the noble people among the guests one by one under the leadership of a few guides, that is, the young masters. This is the meaning of a social banquet.

But Bai Jiade violated common sense and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have prepared some special things for you. I think that in the modern city of Paris, few people will do this, right? Please come with me. I think everyone should be interested in seeing the greatest banquet of the nomadic people."

The guests were interested and followed Bai Jiade to the backyard with a chirping. It was very strange. Alansha, who didn't like the fun on weekdays, dragged her mother to the front, while St. Langlun, a young man, pulled her to the end.

In the backyard, the guests exclaimed and exclaimed, and the young men kept saying, "Ah, did you see it? Gentlemen, this is what we said, but at that time, how many people believed it? Look, is it spectacular?"

On the huge oak rack, a huge skinned camel emitted an attractive fragrance. As the rotation of several burly men, the entire rack slowly drove the camel to rotate. Drops of yellow grease dripped into the charcoal below, making a squeaking sound, and small flames flashed away.

The guests applauded gently and shook their heads slightly to express their appreciation for this scene. Especially those big men were only wearing leather shorts, revealing their extremely strong muscles, with a very simple and mysterious style.

Several women in Islamic robes slowly walked out of the shadows of the backyard bushes, and several guys with hook noses, yellow skin and rough skin followed behind, holding long crescent-shaped scimitars in their hands. The woman held a huge silver tray with quaint patterns on it and her slightly worn body proved their ancient and preciousness.

The chefs hired high-paying quickly and skillfully cut open the camel's belly. Several big men helped to remove the calf from the fork, then cut the calf from the calf, and took out the ram inside... until the grease-soaked roasted egg was finally removed.

Several high-ranking figures from the upper class of Paris looked at each other. Some of them had tasted such a feast in the Middle East, so they naturally knew that this egg would be dedicated to the most noble of the people here... So, who would Bai Jiade give this egg to? No matter which one he gave, he got the extreme favor of that person, but he definitely aroused the hatred of several others. As long as those omnipresent tabloid reporters add fuel to the fire, in less than twelve hours, the whole of Europe will know that in the mind of a certain Marquis, XX is more noble than other XX... So, what are the differences between them? Is it that some changes in their political careers, or what kind of changes have occurred in their enterprises?

Maybe, they will even leave some unhappiness because of this egg?

Several big men looked at each other, their minds churning... Damn Bai Jiade, why did he prepare this thing? Who did he want to give it to? Did he eat it himself? So he was extremely rude.

Bai Jiade used a silver fork to scented the strong-scented egg and walked towards Dai Le. A hint of joy appeared in Dai Le's heart. Good boy, I remember you. If I have the chance in the future, I will take care of you.

The other big men almost changed their faces immediately, and I don’t know what they were thinking about. In their minds, they seemed to be less than that of Dai Le?

De Le was ready to take the fork and took a bite, but Bai Jiade handed the fork to Vescole.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Vescole was also stunned. Looking at the fork in his hand, thinking, can eggs be eaten like this? It seems that people around him don’t want to eat them. This guy deliberately made things difficult for me and gave them to me on purpose. Is it better for me to bully me?

Bai Jiade said loudly: "Gentlemen, this egg is to be given to the most noble guests present. But I really cannot favor one or the other. In my opinion, all guests are equally noble. Why do I deliberately distinguish who deserves respect and who is not worthy of it? Gentlemen, I can only offer him to Mr. Vescole... He is young, he is energetic, he is noble, he symbolizes the future of the French Republic. Isn't he the best choice for the person who enjoys this egg?"

Dai Le smiled and applauded vigorously. The other big names also showed knowing smiles and applauded vigorously. Ha, boy, it's a good person worthy of our training... But, if Vescole is not present, then what should you do? Well?

Vescole licked his lips and stared at the barbecue on the silver plate: "God, this egg is too greasy, but it tastes good, well, good... Then these meats should be more delicious, right? This guy isn't teasing me."

The banquet went on smoothly and successfully. As the young men expected in private, Bai Jiade became the first person to dance with Alansha, and was also the last one...

Bai Jiade no longer needs the introduction of those young men. He has left a deep impression on these big names. He has taken the first step smoothly. Dai Le kept discussing some strange issues with him, and then marveled at Bai Jiade's talent in art, language, history, and economy, which made the big names next to him marvel.

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