"What is the nature of your salon? Is my clothes okay?" Mo Xiaoyu looked at his clothes after getting into the car, because he noticed that Dong Zimo had changed into a suit.
"It's not of any nature, it's just talking nonsense together, but not all Chinese come, there are also foreigners, it's very messy, but this is a salon held by Chinese, so there are still a lot of Chinese." Dong Zimo said.
"Oh, I thought it was only Chinese".
"Since it's a salon, it must be a mixed bag. Of course, without an introduction from an acquaintance or someone with a certain status, you can't get in."
"Still strict?" Mo Xiaoyu frowned.
"It's not strict, but low-key. This is actually a small gathering to connect with each other. Chinese people gather with Chinese people, to a large extent, they want to get together, and there are some domestic interests. Chinese people seek foreigners, basically for the sake of Seeking help also has benefits in it. After all, this is their territory. The purpose of foreigners coming to the Chinese is obvious. It may be for information. Don¡¯t underestimate everyone in the salon. Everyone has a background. No need to explain, you will know when it arrives.¡± Dong Zimo said.
In fact, even if Dong Zimo didn't say everything, Mo Xiaoyu knew a little bit of it,
Those who can come to study abroad have good family conditions, and most of them are middle class in China, and being able to enter a salon like this is either rich or expensive, and it is precisely this group of people that foreigners are targeting.
If their second-generation officials do not return to China, they are likely to exert influence on their own families and take care of foreigners¡¯ business in China. If these second-generation officials return to China to inherit their father¡¯s career in politics, it will be fatal to China¡¯s future.
What they ate was bread, and they were educated in liberalism, and gradually lost confidence in China's existing policy itself. Therefore, when power came into their hands, it was natural that the taste would change. This is also a strategy of foreign hostile forces.
But is a person like Dong Zimo stupid? Certainly not, they know it well, but they still do it like this, why? I can understand it with my toes.
Compared with the difficulty of inheriting the father's business by the second generation of officials, it is much easier for the second generation of rich to inherit their father's business. In the next few decades, China's rich generation will grow old or die one after another, and in the future will become the emerging rich second generation. the economy in China.
The second generation of officials and the third generation of officials studying abroad control power, and the rich second and rich third generations control wealth. If they are still classmates, like Dong Zimo, they have participated in these so-called salons together, and the results can be imagined.
Among other things, power can give the green light to wealth for a day. The wealth accumulated by the Chinese middle class for decades will be wiped out in the stock market and finance. Didn't come to take it away.
"What are you thinking? You're out of your mind." When Mo Xiaoyu was thinking about these questions, it seemed that he had reached his destination. Dong Zimo bumped Mo Xiaoyu with his elbow and asked.
"I didn't think about anything, are you here?"
"This is it." Dong Zimo pointed to a church-like building and said.
"Is this a church?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.
"It turned out that because the church moved away, it was bought by a big money in China and refurbished, and it was used as a club. The biggest advantage here is that it is independent and does not worry about disturbing the neighbors around. The British like to complain. , but Chinese people also like to speak loudly, so we can let go of our words here.¡± Dong Zimo said as he walked.
But it looks very quiet here, except for dozens of cars parked in the small square, everything is no different from a church.
"After going in later, you should eat and drink. If someone greets you, be more enthusiastic. It means nothing else. It is to use the shortest time to do the biggest thing. Many people here have backgrounds in China. You You can take advantage of it, anyway, you will develop in China in the future.¡± Dong Zimo winked and said.
Mo Xiaoyu nodded, but was stopped when he reached the door.
"Dong Zimo, who is this?" The man looked at Mo Xiaoyu, looked him up and down, and asked.
"This is my friend, who just came from China to participate in the auction. I'll bring him here to meet friends. He is a young artist with excellent calligraphy and painting. If necessary, I can ask for a painting for you. It will definitely increase in value in the future. Paris Louvre Gold Medal of the Fugong Art Exhibition". Dong Zimo put his arms around the man's shoulders to a corner and muttered for a long time.
After Dong Zimo came back, he waved to Mo Xiaoyu, so he followed him in.
"This is your admission number, take it, maybe there will be surprises." Dong Zimo handed a small card to Mo Xiaoyu, and then put his own in his pocket.??.
After entering the church, it is the same as the church, not much changed, but the basement is quite different.
"Sigh, I don't know what these people think. It's so good that this kind of salon gathering is on the ground, but they are all arranged underground. It's really boring." Dong Zimo said.
But after turning the stairs in the basement, Mo Xiaoyu heard the familiar and presumptuous laughter, and there were people playing the piano, and some people were singing, it was chaotic and disorderly, but Dong Zimo walked as fast as if he had been beaten to death A few steps down.
Although it is messy, when you enter the underground hall, you will find that everything here is in order, but the sound is messy. Dozens of people have come, talking in twos and threes with wine glasses, and sometimes burst into laughter.
"You are welcome, I will find a few people to talk about something." Dong Zimo turned around and said to Mo Xiaoyu.
Mo Xiaoyu didn't bother to talk to him, took a glass of red wine and found a corner and sat down. From this angle, he could clearly see what the audience was doing. Mo Xiaoyu didn't drink, he just put the wine glass on the table, Two fingers clamped the base of the wine glass, shaking it back and forth, the dark red wine was as vigorous as a red wave.
But at this time, Mo Xiaoyu's mood was not so relaxed. If he hadn't experienced what happened in the past six months, he might never see this kind of scene in his life. After all, it was just a game between the rich and the powerful.
He neither knew anyone nor wanted to be cheeky to sell himself to others, so he just sat here, watching these people whispering, the melodious piano sound was the only thing that calmed him down the most.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sound played on the piano. The woman playing the piano had been dangling in front of his eyes. He had noticed it when he entered the door. It was true that he could talk about such a song in such a noisy environment with peace of mind. It's also a skill. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com