Chapter 73: Afternoon Tea (1/2)

After eating a hearty lunch, each member of the family was drinking an afternoon tea while having a vast conversation.

Masashi lacked interest in this sort of boring family meeting, and if he were to choose, he would rather take an afternoon nap.

Amy sat down next to him refreshingly watching TV. It seems like after the kid had cried, her mood had become a lot better.

Rolando along with Alice and two other young men were having a conversation, perhaps it’s a common characteristic as a businessman, as the chat naturally changed to business.

On the other hand, that young man named Dima seemed very interested in Masashi. Talking casually, and asking him insignificant matters. Masashi was already a sophisticated man, so it was natural that his answers were diligent.

While they were having a conversation, sitting on the other side of Adams were seven or eight young men, who suddenly stood up and walked out.

“Brother, Adams said that he wanted to play billiards, I wonder if you’re interested?” The gentle Murphy came and said to Rolando.

“Billiards? I haven’t played for a long time, do you guys want to see?” Rolando stood up a little interested.

Several young people didn’t say anything and just followed to stand.

“Lei Yin, you can go,” Alice said to him.

Masashi nodded, and also followed to stand.

Seeing Masashi go out, Amy ran over and pulled his clothes.

“Kid, have you seen people play billiards?” Masashi asked while walking.

The little girl didn’t say anything, and just stared at him.

Masashi smiled, pinching her little fact then continued to walk.

Arriving at the east side of the mansion, he saw that in a huge room were two big tables, hanging on the wall near the table was a flying target. In the innermost corner was a bar full of bottles.

The furniture in the room was like a typical high-class bar.

Masashi suspected that this should be the ornaments that Rolando and his brother’s father Winslow-Dai Fei left behind, as Rolando was too serious, so he shouldn’t have this kind of leisurely place.

Just like the nobles of the British society, the game to play was billiard. However, very few people of the Swiss upper class choose American billiards, and instead the general choice was snooker.

There the dozen people were divided into two groups, each occupying a table.

In upper circles of society, nothing is accidental. Even such a simple grouping, one can clearly see the difference.

Rolando the three brothers, Dima and two other young people that were standing in front at the funeral, were naturally grouped together. Needless to say, these people were all a family member, regardless of status were wealthy prominent members.

At the other table, were young people that were far inferior in these aspects.

Because of being the former master of the house Meng Zhuoer’s former confidant and right-hand man, Alice was also assigned to Rolando’s group.

But seeing that Adams was a skilled player. Not long after starting had connected several balls ahead of Murphy and Dima approximately 50 degrees. Seeing her guy play so well, the blonde continuously applauded.

“What fun is this kind of dry game, why don’t we bet?” When it was Murphy’s turn to bat, Adams at the side said.

“How much do you want?” Dima asked, smiling.

“How about 100 Swiss Francs?” Adams after gracefully having a sip of red wine said.

“I don’t oppose,” Dima said with a shrug.

“Murphy, how about you?” Adams looked at his brother.

“No problem.” The quiet young man nodded.

Rolando, for such a thing, didn’t say anything.

After about half an hour, after two games, the winner was Adams. Quite an exciting game attracted a lot of people to come and watch.

Receiving two checks from both Dima and Murphy, he was very proud of himself, then hugged and kissed the blonde beauty.

“Another game,” Adams said with a smile

“I want to take a break. Who want to play?” Dima asked several other youths.

Seeing that nobody wanted to play, made Adams more proud, and glanced around, locking his eyes on the Asian-boy leisurely drinking wine.

“Mr. Lei Yin, do you have any interest to play the next round?” Adams walked two steps away from the youth and asked.

“I’m not very good,” Masashi said, laughing lightly.

“Don’t mind, I’ll be lenient.” Adam’s words caused the blonde beauty to chuckle.

Masashi smiled, putting his glass down, “Well, please be lenient.”