"I bet those two old men are just here to mooch food and drinks," a tall woman holding a glass of wine smiled slightly, looking at the two elderly men blocked at the door with a face full of disdain and contempt.
"These days, you really get all kinds of people. Those two old guys don't even realize what kind of place this is—do they think they can just show up and mess around wherever they want?"
Another guy chimed in. He was fairly handsome, about 1.7 meters tall, dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, holding a wine glass. As he spoke, he turned to look at a girl standing nearby and smiled, "Enough about them. Ivy Gong, why have you been staying in lately? I've been trying to find you for days—last time I even ran into your brother at your front door."
"Did something happen to you?"
He asked curiously.
Standing there was Ivy Gong, dressed today in a white dress and wearing carefully applied makeup. Among all these people, she might not be the absolute center of attention, but she definitely counted as a real head-turner.
For this birthday banquet for Meng Xiuxiang, a lot of business elites were invited. Ivy Gong's family at least owned a listed company, so they barely made the cut and got an invitation.
"Ah, no, nothing happened."
Ivy Gong shook her head repeatedly, then couldn't help glancing at Professor Gordon Gu and Old Man Liu, who were blocked at the entrance. "I just think they're kind of pitiful."
"What's there to pity about people like that? You can tell they're just freeloaders trying to stir up trouble. The Shang family—do you know what kind of status they have? No way they'd let people like that strut around here."
The guy shook his head. "Just ignore them. They're not even worth pity—if they really piss someone off, they'll probably get tossed out and fed to the dogs."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the two old men—already the butt of everyone's jokes—about to turn and leave. The middle-aged man who'd been blocking them so hard before suddenly seemed to get some kind of order and hurried over.
"Gentlemen, please come in!"
The middle-aged man's face, which had been icy cold, was now plastered with a smile. "I was careless just now. It just struck me that the invitation you're holding is for very special guests—it's totally different from everyone else's!"
His words stopped Professor Gordon Gu, who had just been dragged away by Old Man Liu after swallowing a stomach full of anger.
"So now you finally admit the invitation is real?"
Professor Gordon Gu's face was dark. "Too late! I'm telling you!"
"Now you're begging us to come in? We don't even want to anymore! Go tell Helena Meng, tell her—we don't care!"
Professor Gordon Gu shouted again, drawing another round of stares from the crowd.
This time, the onlookers' gazes held more surprise, and less ridicule and mockery.