DC Tyrant

Galaxy International Hotel, the topmost banquet hall.

The hall is resplendent and magnificent, spacious and luxurious, magnificent and luxurious, this is a grand gathering of the 'family'.

Cups and cups were exchanged, everyone was dressed up to attend, the men were handsome, the noble manners of the upper class, self-cultivation were revealed inadvertently, and the women's evening dresses were even more sexy and explicit, showing the most graceful figure, smiling lips.

It has been a long time since there was a banquet, so welcome a person to join their big family of 'family'.

And when they think that in the future, with several medicines and skin care products from Cosmos Biological Co., Ltd., their investment assets can be multiplied dozens of times, some people's hearts can't help bursting into flames, as if seeing a seductive female fairy generally.

The live accompaniment of the famous band played a beautiful background sound for the upper-class people, setting off their luxurious, confident, and master side.

It is their honor to let some country bumpkins and low-level people see this kind of luxurious enjoyment.

Many family members think so, and there are a few who think that these people who come out of the suicide slums only know how to fight and kill, and if they join their family, they will pollute the environment.

It is enough to directly buy Universe Biotechnology Co., Ltd. with hundreds of thousands, and there is no need for him to join.

They are the upper class, the nobility.

Letting a person who committed suicide in the ghetto join the family will bring down the style of the entire 'family'.

They have great opinions. They are all nobles who have been left by the metropolis for more than a hundred years. It is hard to imagine sitting at the same table with such a lowly person.

The banquet is accompanied by music, fragrant and beautiful, and slowly unfolds.

And when Bati appeared in a white suit, the entire banquet hall stopped moving and focused on him, surrounded by faint and beautiful background sounds.

His face is as beautiful as a knife and ax has just been sculpted, mature and stable, with a grand atmosphere, his eyes are as deep as black holes, and he is fascinating, and his gestures and gestures exude a deep-rooted nobility and majestic momentum, all of which show that he is from the world. It is a more serious environment, where every word and every word is respectful and dignified, and it is a high-ranking person with high authority.

As soon as he came to the scene, there were small voices commenting on him.

"He is Pamelodi? He looks really good."

There are sexy beauties at the scene looking at his majestic temperament, and they are very attracted to him. This is completely different from the so-called capitalists and some nobles. lag.

"It's just a matter of good looks, so what's the use?"

When a man saw his female companion stretching her neck, wishing she could get close to Bati and rush into Bati's arms, he felt jealous and laughed coldly.

"That's right, it's just a village old man who knows how to fight and kill. He was lucky and bought Nuoyi Biological Company. It happened to have several drugs researched in it, and they picked up a cheap one."

"This fat man, Nuo Yi, is also stupid. He is still working for this country bumpkin, and his company's fifteen-year research medicine is just being sent to him for nothing."

"A lucky guy, his looks can only please women in nightclubs."

"I heard he did start out in slum nightclubs."

"Hehe, it seems that we should let him dance for us. This is the specialty of gigolos."

Many men were shaking champagne, disdainful, and mocking coldly.

Seeing the way many beauties looked at Bati, they became very impatient. The eyes of this group of women flickered, and even licked the corners of their mouths directly. It was obvious that they had a great affection for Bati. Just seeing his appearance was enough to give birth to Good impression, enough to fall in love at first sight.

This made them grit their teeth with hatred. They are all the second generation in the 'family', and they are usually the focus of attention. They are the people on the cover of magazines and the people who talk about it in society.

Especially at the banquet, many of them want to get their hands on famous actresses and ladies, how can a man steal the limelight.

"He's so good-looking, even having a one-night stand with him is a beautiful memory."

A woman with a high status spoke, one was wearing a purple evening dress, the dress was close to the body, her skin was fair, her figure was very curvy, her shoulders slanted to her chest, her side balls were exposed, she was round and white, she was unique, The skirt of the evening dress is also slanted, very deep, deep and vague, bold, avant-garde and sexy that makes people suffocate.

This kind of evening dress, even in later generations, is very bold, and now it is only the 80s, which is already a breathless and bold operation.

This is a beauty that many people can't pursue in the second generation. She is beautiful, avant-garde, bold, and makes many people think about it overnight.

She is not the second generation of the family, and her status is not low, and not many second generations dare to touch her when she expresses her opinions.

Many women who dare not speak out also nodded slightly, secretly agreeing.

This made many men of the second generation full of hatred and glared at Bati.

No matter how confident you are, you can’t help but feel cool. As a man, you want a woman to have a one-night stand with you and leave a beautiful memory. Obviously, this is very worthy of envy, envy and hatred.

"That's the case. There is no shortage of gigolos in this world, but there is a shortage of men with capital, strength, rights, and status."

"He doesn't have any abilities."

"With a word from the 'family', he ran over obediently to the banquet and offered his company obediently."

"He has no ability. If he doesn't do this, his future will be cut off and he will not be able to survive in the metropolis."

"Our 'family' is something he can't afford."

"He can only see luxury and wealth here, but he is unwilling to return to the suicide slums to eat sewage with a sad heart."

"That's right."

A second generation lightly raised a wine glass and cheered with other men who agreed with a smile. They have the capital to be proud, and they are born to be billionaires. Luxury cars, beautiful women, status, limelight, everything is better than these country bumpkins They enjoy better life than the country bumpkins, and they all receive better education than them. Inheriting an excellent lineage gives them enough arrogance to despise this kind of country bumpkin who doesn't know the heights of the world and wants to come to the metropolis.

A group of second-generation faces are brimming with confidence, and the corners of their mouths are full of sneers. They raise their glasses lightly, cheering invisible, proud, proud, talking and laughing.

"Yeah?"

"But I heard that Mr. Edge, the head of the family, invited him to join the family and work together to make a profit. That is to say, after tonight, he is a member of the family and has the qualification to be on an equal footing with your parents .”

The bold and avant-garde woman in the purple dress and evening dress seemed to say casually, and added: "He is on the same level as your parents, isn't it, he is also yours..."

She deliberately covered her lips, pretending to be surprised that she said the wrong thing, and said half of her father and mother, and then apologized with a smile: "Sorry, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Many people covered their mouths and laughed secretly when they heard her speak.

But no one blamed the words and deeds of the woman in the purple dress and evening dress. She was always known to be a bold guy, and it was common for people to tease others by saying such things, and everyone just took it as a joke.

A group of second-generation faces instantly became ugly.

Let this kind of hillbilly sit with their parents, isn't it a generation older than themselves, the generation of their parents, and invisibly lower than this kind of hillbilly from the suicide slum, which makes them very sad is dissatisfaction.

Some of them did not participate in the discussion, and the second generation, who were more self-respecting, couldn't help but change their faces.

How could this hillbilly join the 'family' and take the 18th seat?

This is undoubtedly too ugly for them.

What are the qualifications?