Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 476 They have no experience.

"I'm sorry, sir, you cannot enter without an invitation."

This was the first time Jiang Beicheng had been refused entry to a banquet.

The reason for the rejection was that they did not have an invitation to the masked ball.

The prerequisite for receiving an invitation is verification of funds, specifically a 50 million yuan entry ticket.

He couldn't help but laugh; Ami, from the socialite circle, was indeed a skilled pimp.

This is the first time I've heard of needing to verify funds to get an admission ticket to a banquet.

In the eyes of others, this is a threshold, representing face.

But in Jiangbei's eyes, this is a trap, and the prostitutes are waiting for you to jump in.

"Should I leave?" Jiang Beicheng asked Zhou Yu jokingly, his interest already greatly diminished.

President Jiang has traveled all over the country and has attended every high-end banquet and cocktail party. He is almost always greeted personally by industry leaders. His name and face are his greatest assets.

The threshold of 50 million is too low.

Add a few more zeros, and I'll give you a chance to verify it.

Is it really necessary for him to personally make a trip for such a small sum of money as fifty million?
"Hahaha, don't argue with them. They're just doing their jobs for money. I've already messaged Sister Ami, she'll be there soon," Zhou Yu said with a smile.

"You're here? Little Zhou!"

Ami came out smiling and greeted everyone.

Her outfit today wasn't as flashy as the other female guests', which showed that she was intentionally trying to hide her own brilliance and make way for the trainees she had trained, who were the real stars.

Even so, Ami's older Maybach still exudes charm and elegance.

The allure she exuded wasn't a matter of technique.

It requires subtle techniques like winking, swaying, and so on to express oneself.

It's a charm that's ingrained in her very being.

It has become an integral part of one's personal temperament.

Her looks are only above average, but she has a captivating charm that first catches the eye and then steals the heart.

To be honest, even Jiang Beicheng, a seasoned player in the dating scene, was momentarily stunned.

“Sister Ami, this is my friend,” Zhou Yu introduced. “Come and have some fun together.”

Sister Ami welcomed Jiang Beicheng with a smile.

When she shook hands and hugged Jiang Beicheng, her gaze was fixed on the watch on his wrist.

The Czech Jaguar and Bugatti's joint mechanical watch was originally owned by a Bugatti owner.

The mere fact that he owns a Bugatti is enough to meet the 50 million yuan verification threshold tonight.

Her gaze then fell upon the shirt Jiang Beichen was wearing.

She has a wide range of knowledge, but she can only understand the style of the shirt graffiti, which belongs to the surrealist and bizarre style that was popular in the United States at the end of the last century.

Unable to distinguish the fabric and craftsmanship.

However, this style is mostly popular in the Western fashion circle, and it may be a haute couture or private custom piece from a certain brand.

After all, she was certain of the man's identity, as he was wearing a Bugatti watch.

And then there's her prized student, Zhou Yu, whose standards are now too high; ordinary sugar daddies don't even catch her eye.

I'm certain that the friend Zhou Yu brought today is a prominent figure in some circle.

They were just masked, so it was hard to tell them apart.

The gimmick of a "masked ball" isn't about creating fun; it's about concealing identities.

Many prominent figures dare not show their faces to attend these kinds of high-energy parties.

Not everyone is Wang Sicong.

However, some wealthy circles and second-generation elite circles like to play these games.

Her masked gimmick is perfect for concealing their identities.

Whether the girls under her wing and those in other circles can successfully find a sugar daddy depends entirely on their individual abilities.

Sister Ami has a lot of confidence in her students.

"What is your surname, sir?" Sister Ami asked politely as she led Jiang Beicheng into the room.

"My surname is Wang," Jiang Beicheng said.

Ami paused for a moment, then involuntarily glanced at Jiangbei City again.

The voice and build don't match at all. He smiled and nodded, then addressed him again, "Mr. Wang, please make yourself at home."

Jiang Beicheng nodded and took a bottle of champagne from the tray held by a passing waiter.

Zhou Yu caught up, and the two bumped into each other.

Guests arrived one after another, scattering champagne cups throughout the venue.

Girls have already started hunting.

When it comes to romance, it can happen in an instant if the woman takes the initiative.

"The air is thick with the stench of obscenity," Jiang Beicheng commented.

"Hahaha, honey, can you not be so direct?" Zhou Yu laughed along, gave Jiang Beicheng a look, and then looked at the tall girl next to Ami who was wearing a lace mask, "Ye Xiaohui, the number one kindergarten teacher in Shanghai."

The new talents that Sister Ami has mentored in the past two years have already attracted the attention of some in Shanghai's entertainment circle.

Mr. Jiang, how about we get one and have some fun with it?

You must love her incredibly long legs.

Jiang Beicheng chuckled and said, "You're quite direct too."

"Haha, there's a saying that goes, 'Learn from others.'" Zhou Yu flattered.

"Shanghai's No. 1 kindergarten teacher!"

Jiang Beicheng muttered something to himself, "The character setup is novel."

He agreed with Zhou Yu's point of view that Ye Xiaohui's long legs would arouse men's desire to play with them.

However, just having legs isn't enough.

For him, having seen so many beautiful legs in the entertainment industry, Ye Xiaohui's legs weren't particularly attractive anymore.

Ye Xiaohui walked towards them.

Smile at Zhou Yu.

The two knew each other; even with masks on, they knew who was who.

Among this group of socialites, Zhou Yu is considered very successful.

She's associated with a Shanghai businessman worth billions, and she's adept at networking and has excellent social skills. Even if she's no longer with Mr. Tian, ​​she's still a high-profile "big sister" with considerable wealth.

"Sister Zhou's eye for talent is getting sharper and sharper." Ye Xiaohui glanced at Jiang Beicheng out of the corner of her eye, then smiled and clinked glasses with Zhou Yu.

Jiang Beicheng found these words strange.

Is this a veiled attack?
Zhou Yu actually wanted to laugh. When President Jiang usually showed his face, he was so powerful in various circles. Today, he covered his face and was even looked down upon by the public.

She knew that Ye Xiaohui was rather jealous of her because Ye Xiaohui hadn't been able to attend last year's dance. Sister Ami felt that Ye Xiaohui hadn't mastered the skills enough, so she didn't let her participate in any activities to avoid giving herself away.

Therefore, they missed out on Mr. Tian, ​​the billionaire CEO of Kangtian Biotechnology.

Ye Xiaohui felt that if she had participated in activities last year, she would definitely have been overshadowed by others.

Zhou Yu sensed a hint of sarcasm in her words, probably because she felt that President Jiang beside her was her target for the night.

However, it's no wonder Ye Xiaohui used the word "sharp" to describe it; she herself couldn't discern anything from Jiang Beicheng's outfit today.

The immediate impression is that it's "trendy" and "flashy," or to put it more nicely, "fashionable."

She couldn't see through the things behind this fashion.

Her appreciation skills are already amazing.

Last year, it was thanks to my keen eye that I identified Mr. Tian, ​​who liked Milanese-style menswear, that we were able to have further communication.

At these masked balls, the first thing you notice is the attire, but in Shanghai, formal wear and men's suits are the most common.

These garments rarely have obvious brand logos; you can only identify them by factors such as fabric, style, and craftsmanship.

Low-end gold diggers only know Kiton, Buonni... these fancy suit brands.

However, they are unaware of the three main Italian styles: the Neapolitan style, the Roman style, and the Milanese style, let alone the top-tier brand representatives within each style.

I don't know about top-tier suit fabrics like Shijiabao, Helan Xierui, and Duomei.

I've never even heard of it, let alone distinguish it with the naked eye.

The gold digger only recognizes brands and cars with logos.

But socialites are different, especially socialites like Zhou Yu, who have trained their eyes to be like AI scanning tools.

Even so, the craftsmanship of the shirt Jiang Beicheng was wearing was not assessed tonight.

Ye Xiaohui is even less knowledgeable than her.

(End of this chapter)