The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 43 Dinner
Arriving at the charity dinner, Zell looked at so many celebrities in the main hall, and the social fear that he thought had been cured suddenly relapsed.

He picked up a glass of wine like others, tilted the edge of the glass to his lips, and then retreated silently into the corner.

It doesn't matter whether he drank it or not, the important thing is to use this to tell others that his mouth is empty and don't come to talk to him.

There is no such feeling in the poro cafe. Zell is not afraid of socializing with people, but afraid of socializing with high-class people. These elites from all walks of life seem very exclusive, and Zell has never regarded himself as their own A type of person, he feels that he is just a shit shovel officer out of interest.

It would be great if someone called him at this time, so that he could go out under the guise of answering the phone.But this is just a thought, there are no mobile phones in this world.

Just as Zell was praying for time to speed up, a hand patted his shoulder lightly.

"Miss Kay?"

With the hat off, she was still tall, her dark blue hair smelled like shampoo.

"Go out and talk?" She turned her head slightly to the direction of the door and pointed with a thumb.

"Saved." Zell thought to himself, nodded and followed without hesitation.

When they came outside, people scattered around the courtyard in twos and threes, talking about private topics.The two spotted an unoccupied corner and stopped beside a carefully cut ornamental tree.

"Don't you like parties too? Zell, I was looking forward to your performance tonight. They were talking about your coffee shop, and you were hiding in the corner drinking endless drinks. I guess you even I don't even know what the wine tastes like."

As soon as Caitlin came up to tease Zell, her unusual enthusiasm seemed to be bored from elsewhere and deliberately came to make fun of him.

The sheriff is the sheriff, and he sees more carefully than others, so Zell doesn't quibble.

"There are too many rules at the banquet, it doesn't suit me." Zell watched Caitlin keep looking around, as if avoiding someone. "It's you, it seems that you may escape at any time, what can make the sheriff so flustered."

"Stop it." Caitlin said decadently: "I didn't want to come, but my mother insisted on introducing me...a partner. I finally got rid of their entanglement. In my opinion, those people are not as good as the Department of Justice The dossier is interesting and a waste of time."

"That was really hard work." Zell held back a smile.

He can be sure that none of the partners that his aunt has found for Caitlin can punch, so what if they can't punch well?

But Caitlin should think about it. She is two or three years older than Zell, who is 24 this year, and she is the only child of the main family, so the pressure is not small.

"Let's not talk about that, how are you doing today?" Caitlin had just crawled back from hell, and she didn't want to tell others about her bad luck as a joke.

"It's okay, what about you and Wei? I didn't see her in the square."

"Does that guy Wei look like someone who can stand guard? She's itching to punch underground."

"I thought she would accompany you, but this is in line with her style." Zell has already imagined Wei winning the championship, and she will use the bonus to buy herself drinks, or treat Caitlin to eat What about the little cakes?

"And I, I can only say that Jinx is really lucky that he didn't make a fuss at this juncture."

"You're lucky or she's lucky."

"Of course it's me, I don't want to see any more files on impromptu crimes."

Caitlin pressed her temples with a headache. When she talked about Jinx, Zell could hear a very special emotion in her voice, with regret in her helplessness.

"What are you two whispering here?"

A voice similar to Caitlin's but slightly vicissitudes came from behind, and the two turned around at the same time.

The person who came was Caitlin's mother, the head of Gilamann's family, and a former member of parliament.

"Aunt." Zell leaned towards the lady and motioned.

"I didn't say anything, I just talked about business matters. My cousin asked me to take care of his business."

"Really." Cassandra looked at the two young men suspiciously. She didn't know when the relationship between the two became so good. "Caitlin, I have something to say to Zell."

Cassandra's answer made Caitlin feel that she was a little redundant, she pursed her lips and took two steps back consciously.Then she noticed that Zell was looking at her, and shrugged that it had nothing to do with her.

"Auntie, please tell me." Zell turned his gaze back.

"Is Roy Fellowes a clerk in your store?"

"There is indeed such a thing."

"I see that you and Roy Fellowes are getting very close, and I want to ask how far you have developed."

When Cassandra asked this, Zell could feel the eagerness in her words, and Caitlin beside her also cast a gloating look.When a politician can no longer engage in politics, the focus of her worries will shift.

"Just a normal friendship."

"It's just an ordinary friend, so why does she work in your shop?"

Zell was beginning to feel Caitlyn's pain.

"That's her business."

"It's okay, don't be shy, I understand." Cassandra put on an appearance of someone who has experienced it: "But my aunt still hopes that you will work harder to catch that girl."

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"Shop Manager, Madam Consul really said that?"

Roy heard about it from Zell the next day.She put down what she was doing and sat down with Zell to discuss it.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would be urged to marry one day." Zell smiled self-deprecatingly: "My aunt doesn't really care about my relationship status, she just wants to facilitate the marriage between you and me, and then through this relationship Get the support of Philos, and then return to the parliament."

"Political marriage, there is nothing wrong with it. People like us are born to serve the family. If we enjoy the family's resources, we have to pay the corresponding price." Roy sighed, and then threw the question to him: "Then what do you think? of?"

"What do I think..." It's uncomfortable to be regarded as a tool person of the upper class, but looking at Roy's conditions, it would not be a loss if it can be done carefully, so Zell's mood is a bit complicated.

"Either insist on your own choice, or follow the family's arrangement."

Is it your own choice...

"To be honest, I haven't thought about it. This matter is a misunderstanding. Let's not talk about your opinion. The two families have not formally contacted. Is it too early to think about it?"

"Then just be ordinary friends, you said." After hearing this, Roy got up and went to work, while Luzel was thinking on the spot alone.

After thinking hard for a while, Zell, who felt that he was wasting his time, simply walked out of the coffee shop.

Heimerdinger sent him a sound tube yesterday, so I have to go and have a look today.

(End of this chapter)