Chapter 69: Party, Windsor, and Fun
"What is this card?"
"You have access passes to several of my palaces," said Edwan with a smile, "You can come to me at any time."
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Are you sure this is a reward?"
"Hey!" Edmund cursed with a glare, "This is a sign that I treat you as one of my own!"
"Just a joke," Yang Ming picked up the certificate and immediately smiled.
The certificate was printed in gilded Sherman Empire:
[Royal Guard of the Luofeng Empire].
He opened the document and scanned it.
Name: Yang Ming
No.:ERT08349
Affiliated Brigade: Guards 004
Position: Deputy Captain
Rank: Captain
This is exactly what Yang Ming wants!
The second prince really understood him.
"This is the highest position I can get without alerting others," said Adwan softly. "I will introduce you to several generals later. They support you along the way. Of course, you also need to learn how to handle the relationship between the military and the nobles."
His Royal Highness the Prince raised his hand and looked at his watch.
"There is still time. We need to redesign your packaging. There is an aristocratic dinner at 7 o'clock tonight. It is the 20th birthday of the daughter of the Minister of Finance.
"She is a gentle and graceful beauty. If you think she is nice, you can give her a try."
Yang Ming frowned and said, "Your Highness, are you hinting at something? You can actually tell me that you want me to pick up girls, is that right?"
Adwan blinked and said, "The Minister of Finance is a staunch supporter of my stupid brother. Now that I have stood up, I can no longer retreat. They will not let me go. There is only progress on this road, no retreat."
He snapped his fingers again.
Several guards pushed in two long rows of hangers filled with all kinds of formal dresses.
Two maids pushed in a full-length mirror.
Three experienced makeup artists were standing by with their tool kits in hand.
Still need makeup?
As a passionate man on Earth, Yang Ming cannot accept men wearing heavy makeup.
Ding ding!
Lu sent a picture message.
The content of the message was just a photo, which showed a young woman with a slim figure and charming face. Her wheat-colored skin had a silky texture, and her deep blue eyes exuded a fascinating charm.
[Note: Tonight's protagonist is the daughter of the Minister of Finance. No retouching.]
Yang Ming touched the tip of his nose.
"Everyone, please make me look more handsome."
Edwang reminded him: "Don't steal the show. Those nobles are petty."
Yang Ming shrugged slightly. The entire aristocratic circle was filled with plastic surgery faces and medical aesthetic skin. How could he possibly steal the limelight?
…
It really stole the limelight.
Yang Ming also didn't expect that there wouldn't be many young people at the birthday party for the Finance Minister's daughter.
He and the second prince finally arrived at the venue. Looking around, they saw a group of old men holding various warm drinks, gathered in groups of three or five, accompanied by old ladies.
The slightly younger ones were a group of middle-aged men who looked to be in their forties or fifties, but they were all at the edge of the venue.
There are even fewer young people, and they mainly gather in various corners, most of them following their parents out to see the world.
Look.
Young people always fantasize that they are the center of the world. In fact, social resources and discourse power are usually only in the hands of middle-aged and elderly people. This is the gift of time and the charm of experience.
In this situation, Yang Ming, who was walking on the red carpet and following the second prince with his hands behind his back, successfully attracted the attention of young, middle-aged and old ladies with his straight figure and resolute yet handsome face.
The second prince saw the third prince in the VIP stand, and the two princes' eyes met.
The finance minister who was accompanying the third prince hurried down to greet him.
Yang Ming saw the sexy and charming protagonist of the day in the center of the venue.
This is indeed a beauty.
"Hey, Yang Ming! My dear nephew!"
A familiar voice came from the side, and Yang Ming turned his head and found... an old pirate wearing a tuxedo and a small bow tie.
Kolev was there too.
"Go ahead, Yang Ming, you can come up to me anytime and pay your respects to Uncle Hatton for me."
After the Second Prince finished speaking, he patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, and then took a group of guards and maids and took the initiative to greet the breathless Minister of Finance.
"Your Highness! I didn't expect you to be able to attend my daughter's birthday party. This is really unexpected... Oh, if my father were still alive, he would feel infinitely ! Please come in. Oh, yes, I actually forgot to introduce my daughter to you.
"Windsor, Windsor! What are you still standing there for? Come and thank His Royal Highness the Second Prince!"
The sexy beauty in an evening gown, who was locked in the spotlight, smiled appropriately at this moment. She walked slowly in front of the second prince in pink high heels and with her skirt sparkling like stars, and bowed slightly.
The Second Prince naturally would not be stingy with praise: "I really don't know where the Minister borrowed the genes to cultivate such an excellent lady. Go and receive the guests first, and I will introduce you to an excellent peer later."
Windsor, the only daughter of the Minister of Finance, blinked her eyes gently at this moment, followed the Second Prince's gaze, and saw Yang Ming standing next to Kolev with his hands behind his back.
Yang Ming was greeting several old ladies and a smile just broke out on his lips.
His eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, and the smile on that face that combined masculinity and handsomeness was so natural and friendly.
Windsor immediately realized that she should look away to avoid being rude in front of His Royal Highness. But when she came to her senses, she found that His Royal Highness had been led by his father up the stairs and was walking towards the officials who stood up to greet him in front of the VIP room.
Windsor couldn't help but blush.
She quickly regained her composure and returned to the 'anti-male wall' formed by several close friends, chatting and laughing happily with them.
Although, the eyes of these young female nobles would occasionally glance at the old man Kolev.
Ding ding.
Yang Ming’s watch received a message reminder from Lu.
"Boss, your biological factors are too strong. Sixty-three percent of the fertile women present have experienced varying degrees of hormonal changes."
Yang Ming could only smile calmly at this.
He just had a genetic stabilization injection yesterday.
In order to prevent himself from being devoured alive by these ladies, Yang Ming decided to stick to his first mate.
"Uncle, the important party you mentioned before, is this the one you are referring to?"
"This is just one of them," Kolev said, tucking his tongue as he held his drink. "I didn't expect that after the rebellion on the Fifth Administrative Planet, the constant activities of New Federation spies, and especially the violent explosion last night, all kinds of noble gatherings could be held as scheduled."
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly and said softly: "This is normal. Unless the rebels attack Yilando Star tomorrow, the nobles' socializing and enjoyment will not stop. Even if the rebels really attack..."
"how?"
“They will continue to meet in other countries as well.”
"You're right," Kolev smiled with narrowed eyes, "Would you like to eat something? My dear nephew, the food here is quite good."
Yang Ming asked: "Which ones have you eaten? Point them out to me."
"I've tried this slice, it tastes pretty good."
"That's good," Yang Ming said calmly, "I'll observe you for a few minutes. If you don't fall down, I'll go eat something."
"Hey!"
Kolev pretended to kick Yang Ming, but Yang Ming dodged with a smile.
The rude way the uncle and nephew laughed and joked made them stand out a little more.
Others observe them, and they observe others.
Yang Ming's target was quickly locked on the most conspicuous position at the VIP counter.
There, the third prince and the second prince were sitting side by side, chatting and laughing in harmony .
The third prince has also entered middle age. As the most popular candidate for the crown prince, he has a face similar to Adwant's, with a thick beard around his mouth. He is short in stature, only reaching Adwant's shoulders.
No one knew what the two princes were talking about. ——There were several layers of shielding devices around them.
But Yang Ming inferred from the occasional twitching of Edwang's mouth that the two princes' seemingly peaceful chat did not seem to be pleasant.
On the VIP desk.
"It is really surprising that my second brother would stand up at the critical moment to save this precarious country."
The third prince smiled and said:
"I now even suspect that those spies from the New Federation are taking orders from you, my second brother. They just exaggerated the sense of crisis just right, so that you, my second brother, could stand up naturally.
"Second brother knows our father better than I do, doesn't he?"
"You may have misunderstood something."
Edwin smiled and said:
"I'm just dissatisfied with the compromise strategy you chose. You turned a blind eye and condoned the arson? The Fifth Administrative Planet has suffered enough disasters. If the war breaks out, I don't know how many citizens will lose their lives and their families will be separated because of the interests of interstellar capital."
"But I remember," the Third Prince said in a gentle voice, "Aren't you a staunch reformer, second brother? You should be close to the New Federation. It's really surprising that you took the initiative to ask for help from the Sherman Empire yesterday. Who convinced you? Or, second brother, after thinking about it for so many years, have you finally realized that you must do whatever it takes to achieve that goal?"
"It was the situation that convinced me," Adwant looked at the beautiful minister's daughter below, "We just had a political disagreement, and I don't want this to affect our brotherly relationship."
“Of course, we respect each other.”
The Third Prince looked at Yang Ming below and said with a smile:
"This young man is quite interesting. He has a completely different temperament. I have been paying attention to him for a few days because of my second brother... He is the one who changed you, right?"
"Don't you have any staff?" Edwan asked back, "Don't you need to think before you speak?"
"Hmm," the third prince curled his lips, took out a slender 'crystal plate', and quickly sent a message, "How about we have some fun? This gathering of rubbish is really too boring."
Ed Wang frowned and said, "Don't mess around. This is a girl's birthday party."
"Who would say no to a good fun?"
The third prince smiled with his eyes narrowed, his pupils reflected in the corner of the venue, where two slightly younger male nobles were walking towards Yang Ming and Kolev while chatting and laughing?
There were a few guards following the two of them.
Edwan's frown gradually relaxed.
This is also a kind of confrontation, a direct confrontation from his subordinates, which is related to the momentum of both camps. If he rushes to protect Yang Ming, it will disappoint many ministers and nobles who are watching.
The imperial power must maintain this indifference.
Edwan leaned sideways, supporting his temple with his fingers, and stared at the situation in the corner.
The two young men, who were obviously looking for trouble, deliberately bumped into Kolev.
Kolev staggered, turned his head and glared at the two young men. He was about to curse them, but the pirates' cunning and treachery made him smile kindly first.
He smiled and said, "You didn't mean it, did you?"
The two young men stopped, one holding a glass of champagne and the other with his hands in his pockets, and turned to look over.
The man holding the champagne poured it on himself in front of Kolev and Yang Ming, and then shouted loudly:
"Don't you two have eyes? You spilled champagne on my clothes! Oh, are you nobles? Why are you at a party of this level? I've never seen you before!"
Yang Ming, holding a piece of cake, turned his head to look at this guy, then continued eating his own.
Kolev said aggrievedly: "It was you who hit me."
"Hey! Old man! Let the young man behind you negotiate with us! I don't want to bully you."
"Nephew, they are calling you."
Yang Ming said, "I'll finish eating first. This is much more delicious than what my assistant made. You can just take care of it, uncle. They are just two minions."
Perhaps the word "minions" irritated the two young nobles. They became furious and were about to rush forward.
A stick suddenly swung over and hit the man holding the champagne glass accurately.
Snapped!
The wine mixed with the crystals exploded, scaring the man so much that he subconsciously took two steps back.
Kolev calmly held the walking stick, took out a wallet from his pocket, pulled out a large-denomination Luofeng banknote, threw it on the other person's chest, pointed at his nose and cursed:
“I bought all the clothes you were wearing, this is compensation.
"Young man, if you touch me rudely, I will use the topic of Luofeng Empire nobles bullying foreign investors as a topic to send you to the headlines of the major interstellar networks in the Milky Way.
"I've seen a lot of good-for-nothing bastards like you in my life. In fact, you're not as professional as those hooligans at being a gangster."
The eyes of the nobles around were all stunned.
The orchestra in the corner also went into a state of downtime.
The young man's face turned red, and he completely disregarded the last bottom line of a gentleman - not hitting children and the elderly, and stepped forward to grab Kolev's collar.
Despite his old body, Kolev showed unusual agility.
The first mate retreated behind his captain.
The two young men looked at Yang Ming's profile, which was their main target, and immediately moved forward to use force.
Yang Ming slowly unbuttoned his sleeves, turned his sleeves outwards, slowly swallowed the cake he was chewing, and in this quiet hall, hummed the tune that the orchestra had just played.
