763 Charity Ball (1/2)

The auction was the last part of the charity ball. The proceeds from the auction would be used to help civilians and orphans in war-torn areas. In addition to the ”Pearl of the Pacific” by Julian Schnabel, there were many things Jiang Chen was interested in at this auction. If the prices weren't too far off, he intended to take a few pieces of artwork back to hang at home.

Natasha had been criticizing him as classless. Although Jiang Chen himself didn't think he was that bad, since he had the opportunity now, it would be better to buy a few pieces of art and fake it. Of course, in addition to these artworks, several rich people also said they would auction off some collectible items. The organizers didn't disclose what these were, drawing people in with the mystery.

Not wanting to chat with the organizers for too long and since Mr. Galloway also had other guests to greet, Jiang Chen took the initiative to end the conversation.

When he walked into the venue with Xia Shiyu holding her hand, the party had already begun.

The magnificent, elegant and gorgeously decorated hall was surrounded by transparent graphene boards. The reflection of the blue sea and blue light added a touch of mysterious coolness to the venue.

Waiters with champagne moved between the long tables and crowds to present guests with wine and towels. This submarine restaurant was one of Penglai's famous attractions. Whether it was the decorations, service, or food on the table, it was built according to a three-star Michelin level, which made it a ”it's worth a special trip to visit” restaurant…

At the party, Jiang Chen saw many acquaintances and many strangers greeted him.

What surprised him most was that he actually saw Carmen Rothschild here. This guy quietly came to Penglai City to participate in a charity party without telling him in advance.

When he saw Jiang Chen, he greeted him with a warm smile while showing off his glistering teeth and shook Jiang Chen's hand, full of energy.

”We meet again, my old friend.”

”Haha, it's been a long time.” Jiang Chen smiled and let go of his hand. ”This is my partner, Ms. Xia Shiyu.”

”Hello, Mr. Rothschild.” Xia Shiyu smiled.

”I'm honored to meet you, beautiful and wise Ms. Xia. Your male companion is really an enviable guy.” Carmen made a joke with great demeanor.

Xia Shiyu smiled politely and courteously, but it was obvious she was still very fond of compliments.

Jiang Chen also followed with a smile then said, ”How are you, my old friend? Have you resolved the trouble on your side?”

From daily international news, the situation in Europe had become increasingly unstable. Last year, when Frankberg chose a new party to take power, the entire European political arena began to move to the right. Especially at the end of the year, several consortiums invested in the construction of refugee camps in the forests bordering Norway and Sweden. This completely ignited conflicts between cultists and mainstream society... and also incited conflicts between social justice warriors and the rest of society.

”My troubles will never end.” Carmen skillfully took a cup of champagne from the waiter's tray and made a toast to Jiang Chen. He self-mockingly shrugged and said, ”It's like the champagne this evening.”

”Is there any problem in this world that the Rothschilds cannot solve?” Jiang Chen smiled, took some champagne and toasted Carmen.

”Of course there are. For example, there are problems that can't be solved with money.” Then, Carmen put the empty glass aside. ”I recommend that you pay attention to the auction coming up; there are many good things for sale.”

”For example?”

Carmen only smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. He then went to join other circles.

Carmen's mysterious smile made Jiang Chen's heart itch, but since the auction was beginning soon, he didn't dig deeper.

Although the party was held in the name of charity, there was no shadow of charity at all at the party. In this kind of upper-class society, the common ”hobby” of charity work was just a reason for wealthy celebrities to gather together, fulfill social needs, and meet business partners.

Of course, it didn't exclude the few who really wanted to do something for poor people.

Walking through the party venue, Jiang Chen felt that the weight on his arms was no longer so stiff. He suddenly said, ”Beautiful.”

”Hmmm?” Xia Shiyu didn't understand what he meant.