Might Affect the Consortium's Decision
The villa in Pelant's manor was called a villa, but it was actually similar to a small castle. It was decorated in the European architectural style of the 16th or 17th century. The interior was magnificent, with wool carpets, priceless hanging paintings, crystal chandeliers, and even a long dining table.
There was a hall inside that seemed to be specially prepared for events such as balls and gatherings. It had all the facilities, and there was even a band adjusting their instruments at the side.
The ball hadn't started yet, so the guests didn't enter the dance floor. They were chatting with each other in the hall. The people who came to the ball were all upper-class people in New York City. They were almost familiar with each other, but there were no real big shots, such as Smith, who was really at the top of the social pyramid.
That kind of person was not someone Pelant could get close to now. He did not have the face to invite such a person back.
In New York, the top tier of the pyramid was firmly occupied by the top ten financial groups. Other figures or forces only stood on the second and third tiers.
Pelant wanted to invite the top executives of these consortiums to the ball, but at this sensitive stage of the presidential election, the top ten consortiums would not choose to get close to any party because it would give the other consortiums the misunderstanding that they supported this candidate.
However, the difference was that Hill had the support of the Stanford consortium, while Pelant did not have the support of the consortium. Because his remarks and prejudice against all races had caused dissatisfaction among many rich people in the United States, no consortium was optimistic about him.
This was also Pelant's headache. Without the financial and political support of the consortium, he would never be able to win against Hilary.
He had always been worried about this matter, but today, he saw great hope.
In the hall, Pelant came back to his senses from his complicated thoughts. He smiled and raised his glass to Ye Nanfeng."Mr. Ye, this is a 1986 Romanée-Conti, a red wine that I have treasured for many years. Please have a taste.”
Romanée-Conti was a red wine that was not inferior to Lafite, but it was even more mellow than Lafite. It was just that it was not as famous as Lafite, but a bottle of 1986 Romanée-Conti was a little more precious than a bottle of 1983 Lafite.
Ye Nanfeng took a sip of the fragrant red wine, smacked his lips, and praised,""It's very good. The taste is very good, but I don't know how to taste red wine. I'm afraid Mr. Pelant will waste it.”
"There's no need to spend money. As long as Mr. Ye likes it.”
Pelant said nonchalantly. It was just a bottle of red wine. It was worth it if he could gain a little favor from Ye Nanfeng.
The reason he invited Ye Nanfeng over today was because a senior executive of Citicorp, whose position was second only to Smith, had told him some information about Ye Nanfeng. He had helped the executive when he was down and out, so the two of them had always been on good terms.
The executive told him that if he wanted to get the support of the City Consortium, he had to get close to Ye Nanfeng. He also told him that Smith had personally received Ye Nanfeng.
Although the executive couldn't reveal Ye Nanfeng's private information due to the bank's management regulations, he vaguely pointed out that Ye Nanfeng's assets in Citicorp were hundreds of times larger than a hundred of his real estate companies! Perhaps it could influence the decision of the consortium!
Pelant couldn't remain calm after hearing the news. After a few moments of hesitation, he decided to try and invite Ye Nanfeng over to see if he could get into the relationship with the City Consortium.
Ye Nanfeng and Pelant were drinking and chatting with each other, but their minds were elsewhere.
"Dad, what are you talking about? Why aren't you greeting the guests over there?”
At this moment, a seductive and pleasant voice was heard. Pelant and Ye Nanfeng looked up and saw Ivanka walking over.
Seeing the mature and beautiful Ivonka, Ye Nanfeng did not have any strange thoughts. Instead, he subconsciously compared her to the princess consort.
"No, my Zifei is still pure and conservative.”
Ye Nanfeng thought silently. If Ivonka heard this idea, she would definitely chase after Ye Nanfeng and beat him up. What exposure? This was personally designed by a well-known Italian designer in Milan!
Fortunately, she couldn't read minds. Seeing that Ye Nanfeng's gaze didn't linger on her, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Her impression of Ye Nanfeng changed a little. At least he wasn't a lecherous person.
Since Ivanka was here, Pelant naturally understood his daughter's intention. He was relieved but couldn't help but sigh. However, he didn't want to disappoint Ivanka's good intentions. He patted his head and said with a smile,"
"Look at me, I was busy chatting with Mr. Ye. Ivanca, you chat with Mr. Ye. I'll go and entertain the other guests first.”
As he spoke, he turned around and walked away.
After Pelant left, the atmosphere between Ye Nanfeng and Ivanka was a little stiff. Ivanka waited for a long time but Ye Nanfeng didn't talk to her. He was very depressed. Could there really be someone who could ignore her charm? Which man wouldn't strike up a conversation with her whenever he had the chance? Was this Chinese man really ignoring her or playing hard to get?
Ye Nanfeng didn't care so much about her. He kept thinking about what kind of necklace to make for the princess consort.
"Mr. Ye, can you tell me about your ten theses that were nominated for the Nobel Prize in Economics? I also studied finance, so I'm very interested in this.”
In the end, it was Ivonka who could not stand the silence and took the initiative to find a topic to talk about.
"Ms. Ivonka is also studying finance?”
Ye Nanfeng said in surprise. He didn't know much about Ivonka. He had only seen her once by chance at a live broadcast of the Victoria's Secret Angel Awards ceremony, so he thought she was a model.
The smile on Ivanka's face stiffened. She started her own business at the age of 20 and was named one of the top ten richest unmarried women by Fortune magazine. She rarely relied on Pelant along the way, which was something she was very proud of, but this man in front of her had never even heard of her?
She felt like she was in a bad state.
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