Water bar area.

"Is that Meng Chuan? Wow, he’s even more handsome in person than in the photos!"

"Who is he? Why haven’t I seen him before, is he from out of town?"

"Ziqin, don’t kid around. He’s not from around here; he’s the heir of a prestigious family from Singapore. It’s said he’s only 28 and already the head of the Asia-Pacific region at Xinghan Investment..."

...

With the grand reception from Tian Cheng—Ye’s side.

The young people near the bar also quietly discussed the newly arrived focal point.

Soon, Meng Chuan’s identity and background spread quickly among this small circle, causing them to murmur in suppressed excitement.

They were simply invited to a birthday party and hadn’t heard that such a high-profile "big shot" would be attending.

For a moment, many eyes were filled with undisguised longing and curiosity.

They were just starting to get involved in family businesses as "prospective heirs," with assets at most in the billion-yuan range.

"Who is that foreigner next to him? He looks quite arrogant."

Ni Qingli shook her head while holding a wine glass, "I don’t know for sure, but his identity must be extraordinary too. Look, even Meng Chuan is courteous to him."

"Both of them are so handsome. Do you think I should go up later and ask for their contact information?" a girl asked eagerly.

"I still think Jing’s boyfriend is more handsome and has more charisma."

"That’s true. Tang Song has this kind of ’anime attractive man comes to life’ feel."

With this statement, their gazes involuntarily shifted towards Tang Song’s direction.

He stood quietly by the flower arrangement table, holding a bouquet of flowers.

His side profile was outlined deeply and clearly under the light, with a focused and composed expression, as if the outside world’s noise didn’t affect him at all.

Even though he wasn’t deliberately doing anything, he naturally exuded a powerful aura.

It was as if even Meng Chuan’s presence didn’t have any impact on him.

Even Qin Hua, who was somewhat absent-minded, looked up with everyone else.

Her gaze became extremely complicated as it fell on Tang Song.

She still hadn’t quite grasped that her best friend Jing’s boyfriend was actually the owner of the Lanfeng International Hotel.

A billionaire not yet 26 years old.

The key was his demeanor, which was truly... astonishing.

At this moment.

Suddenly, a stronger, repressed commotion erupted near her ears.

Qin Hua immediately snapped back to attention.

She saw Tian Chengye and her father, among others, with expressions of excitement and enthusiasm that almost seemed out of control, all gathering around the young Caucasian man.

Shortly after, people like Ni Qingli also looked over in surprise.

Soon, with whispers from those in the know, critical pieces of information rippled through the crowd.

"New York Mellon Bank..."

"...The Mellon family..."

"...Wall Street... a top financial oligarchy of the United States..."

To the young people present, these terms seemed like they came from another world.

Most of them had been sent abroad by their parents to polish their skills, and some had even studied finance and economics.

They naturally understood the weight behind these names.

Qin Hua’s face displayed an expression of utter shock.

She stared blankly at the elegant yet slightly arrogant young Caucasian man, feeling her breath become somewhat labored.

She was a career-minded person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have thought about competing with her brother for the Zhongcheng Group’s inheritance rights.

She spent her college years at the New York University Stern School of Business, majoring in economics.

What is the New York Mellon family?

It’s the backbone of the global financial system, the custodian for countless hedge funds and sovereign wealth funds, the pinnacle of the capitalist world.

In her classes, she had encountered this name countless times in case studies and had often yearned for the views from the pinnacle of Wall Street capital.

But it was all just a dream.

She never expected to come into contact with a genuine member of the Mellon family at her best friend’s birthday party today.

"Hua Hua, come over here quickly!"

Her father, Qin Decang’s, slightly urgent voice broke into her thoughts.

She snapped back to reality and walked over quickly.

"Dad, Uncle Tian."

"Come, Hua Hua," Qin Decang pulled his daughter to his side, with a hint of pride on his face as he introduced, "This is my daughter, Qin Hua, who studied at the New York University Stern School of Business. Her English is quite good. Hua Hua, Mr. Mellon’s Mandarin isn’t very good, help us out as a translator."

He paused, then added as if explaining or hinting, "Mr. Meng and Mr. Mellon are distinguished guests; we can’t expect them to accommodate us all the time."

Qin Hua’s heart skipped a beat, her face flushed with excitement.

She knew this was her father giving her an opportunity.

In tonight’s "special" birthday party, Meng Chuan and Mellon were undoubtedly the most heavyweight figures.

If she could make an impression and connect with such top-notch circles, it would undoubtedly be beneficial for her... 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Qin Hua immediately suppressed all her inner emotions, putting on a proper smile and first greeting Meng Chuan.

Then, feeling a bit nervous, she said, "Mr. Mellon, a pleasure to meet you..." (Mr. Mellon, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Qin Hua. Welcome to Yan City.)

Conrad Mellon sized up the elegantly made-up Oriental girl in front of him, and after his gaze lingered for a moment,