Probably no country likes to hold banquets more than the old Russian nobles.

They can find any excuse to hold a banquet at any time, and there are all kinds of banquets that appear almost every month or even every week.

But the banquet held by Russian Finance Minister Andreas this time was slightly different. Today is his 60th birthday.

As the confidant of Gregory, the grand banquet like this must attend.

Even those who have not received invitations will always find ways to get in. If they can get the popularity of a big shot at the banquet occasionally get appreciated by a big shot, then their future prospects will be limitless.

It is also for this reason that before it was dark, many people had appeared outside the Andreas Manor.

When the sky gradually became darker, the outside of the manor suddenly became extremely lively. All kinds of Russian high-class guys were wearing gorgeous dresses and riding expensive cars to the manor in Andreas.

Most of the wealth of Russian society is in the hands of these people.

They can live a luxurious life and get what they want without restraint. As for the poverty and sharp social contradictions in Russian society, they don’t have to worry about at all.

This is a special class with privileges.

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If you want to enter the manor, you must go through a strict inspection, and the invitation letter signed by Mr. Andreas is absolutely indispensable.

When Wang Weiyi got off the car, he had such an invitation letter in his hand. Capone's ability to do business is definitely worthy of people's belief.

He still used the name "Mr. Petergoff" and the genuine invitation letter was purchased by Capone for a sum of money from the secretary of Minister Andreas.

Mr. Andreas didn't know how many guests he had invited, and this was done by his secretary. All he had to do was sign his name on the invitation letter.

This invitation letter allowed Wang Weiyi to pass the inspection of the security guard at the door smoothly.

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When entering the manor, Wang Weiyi suddenly felt a funny feeling. It was already the 1960s, but in Moscow, there were still a group of old-style aristocrats who strictly adhered to the old traditions.

Perhaps this happens only in Russia.

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When entering the manor, red men and green women were everywhere, and everyone was talking about the banquet with great enthusiasm.

"The Ukrainian rebellion will soon be quelled." A fat man was there, passionately delivering his speech: "The wise and brave grand duke has personally gone to the front line, and the rebels will soon be defeated by the grand duke and the brave Russian army!"

His words attracted a lot of applause. In fact, what happened in Ukraine had nothing to do with these people. They did this just to show their privileges:

They can know what ordinary people don’t know.

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"As the commander of the garrison in Moscow, I have to admit that Mr. Duyoshenko has the most say in the situation." A man flattered and flattered.

At this time, a noble lady asked, "Mr. Duyoshenko, what do you think of the war between the Allies and Germany? I heard that we suffered a great defeat in Robbinstel, and even Marshal Waltuxki was almost captured."

"Ah, a failure is not enough to reverse the entire battle, madam." Duyoshenko raised his voice: "How many cities do Germany have? Do they want to win with one Berlin? Ah, I think unless the Germans are crazy or we are crazy."

A laughter sounded, but at this moment a disharmonious voice came: "As far as I know, Germany now has Dresden, Chemnis, Leipzig, Potsdam and Robbinstel in addition to Berlin."

Everyone turned around.

This is a young man, dressed very well, and he said with a smile: "Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Commander, but my intention is that we must be more vigilant about Germany."

Originally, Duyoshenko was very angry when his words were opposed by others, but the polite words of the young man made him feel good about the other party: "Ah, I agree with some of your remarks. We must be vigilant against Germany. But I can bet with any of you that Germany will never win!"

"You are right, Mr. Commander."

"So now tell me the young people who suddenly broke into a group of big names to talk to each other, who are you?" Duyoshenko said in a high tone.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Petergoff."

"Petergov?" Duyoshenko frowned: "You are Petergov, the VIP who lives in the Imperial Hotel Migrosky?"

"Ah, Mr. Commander, it's me."

Once confirmed, it soon attracted a lot of exclamations from the guests. "Mr. Petergov", his reputation in Moscow even surpassed that of the Grand Duke during this period, but it was too difficult for him to see him, and he also refused all invitations.

Who would have thought that he actually appeared here?

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"Aha Petrogov, the legendary young rich man is everywhere in Moscow." Duyoshenko's face immediately smiled. For the rich, Mr. Duyoshenko was willing to lower his identity: "Look, can you give us some opportunities to make a fortune?"

"The Marquis of Andyak! The Marquis of Milosevic and his wife, Natalia, the Marquis of Pereas, Melitski and his wife, Ronanova, arrived!"

Accompanied by this melodious voice, two newly promoted real-established figures in Moscow appeared in the manor, which quickly attracted applause from the guests.

When he saw Baron Alexson appearing here, Milosevic and Khmelitzki did not show any surprise, but just nodded to him quietly.

After accepting the congratulations from the guests, I found a suitable opportunity and asked Khmelitsky, who was holding the baron with infinite gratitude, whispered: "How could you be with that incompetent fat man?"

"What does this mean?" Wang Weiyi was a little curious.

Khmelitsky's face showed contempt: "Don't you know him? Everyone in Moscow knows his stupid things. His wife Nataeva and the Minister of Security Liliporsky had been engaged in adultery for a long time. Duyoshenko also knew, but he did not dare to offend the Minister of Security for his position."

"Oh, there is something like this?" Wang Weiyi became interested obviously: "Have Liliporsky also come?"

"Yes, that's it." Khmelitsky pointed at a distance, and the Secretary of Security Lilipolesky was talking to Andreas, the owner of the place.

Wang Weiyi nodded, and at this time he suddenly had a wonderful idea in his heart.

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The music stopped suddenly. Then Andreas expressed his gratitude to the guests. After he finished these words, the music started again and the banquet officially began.

Amid the melodious dance music, Moscow garrison commander Duyoshenko came to Wang Weiyi again: "Look, I think we can continue the conversation just now, right?"

"What conversation?" Wang Weiyi was confused.

"Ah, I said, do you have any chance to make a fortune there?" Duyoshenko did not hide his greed at all: "Look, although I am a commander, my salary is pitifully low. I have a family to support. And what about you? You are a super rich man. Have you probably never worried about money? I think if you have any good projects that can help me, you will win my loyal friendship."

This shameless fat man, Wang Weiyi said with a smile on his face: "I think when can we find an opportunity to have a good talk."

Duyoshenko suddenly became excited, and he stretched out his hand and said, "If you allow it, I think I'll visit you tomorrow."

"Of course, I'm looking forward to your visit." Wang Weiyi also stretched out his hand.

When both sides loosened their hands, Wang Weiyi patted his sleeves casually, and then a button on Duyoshenko's sleeve was already held in the palm of his hand.

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"Mr. Petergov, God, I didn't expect you to be here." The voice of the Grand Duchess Solkina came over.
To be continued...