novellhall Chapter 65: The Dark Continent is Too Dark
Chapter 65: The Dark Continent is Too Dark
Midway through the dinner.
The guests gradually left their tables and wandered around socializing.
Wei Yi breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly a voice with a French accent sounded behind him.
Good evening, sir.
It was Pierre, with a goatee and black-rimmed glasses. He was holding two glasses of whiskey.
The ice cubes in the glass hadn't completely melted yet, and they were gently clinking against the glass.
He handed one of the cups to Wei Yi.
"I love your work so much. Sir, would I have the honor of having a drink with you?"
Wei Yi took the whiskey. He didn't drink it. He casually placed it on the table next to him.
It wasn't that he was being disrespectful and refusing to drink, but rather that he did so when this guy walked over.
[Ding—Alert. The elixir in the Shadow Hunter's Cup contains the forbidden demonic drug "Soul Fall to the Nine Netherworlds." This formula has long been considered a forbidden drug in the cultivation world, also known as "One Step to Demonic Ascension," meaning that one will be forever condemned to the demonic path after taking just one step! The host is advised to immediately put down the cup and avoid direct confrontation with this fiend. Friendly reminder: This system has automatically activated the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" for passive protection, but this is not as effective as oral infusion; please do not drink it.]
That's fucking ridiculous.
How could he dare to drink it?
Based on his understanding of sand sculpture systems.
The so-called "Soul-Dying Nine Netherworld Ointment" and "One Step to Heaven Powder" that it mentioned.
That's almost certainly the kind of drugs that people in North America like to abuse the most.
"I am allergic to alcohol."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Pierre smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it against the one on the table. He took a sip.
"Your work is the finest wine. More addictive than the best Bordeaux. LV looks forward to working with you. We'd even be willing to reserve a position specifically for you as Chief Visual Consultant. Double your annual salary. No location or working hours restrictions. There's only one condition."
He took a black envelope out of his suit jacket pocket.
It was not sealed.
Inside was an itinerary, a blank check, and a photograph.
The photo shows a private estate in the Swiss Alps. It's brightly lit. A group of people with champagne glasses stand by the pool.
In the background, someone is playing the piano, someone is swimming naked in a pool, and someone is lying on a sofa staring at the ceiling.
"A collision of inspiration," Pierre said. "It happens every year. The world's top artists are there. The freest creative environment. No rules to follow. Do whatever you want."
Wei Yi pushed the envelope back.
"It sounds like a drug party."
Pierre's smile froze. Less than half a second. Then he laughed even wider.
"Haha. That's all a misunderstanding from the outside world. Real artists don't need those things."
"Shall we get a blood test? I'm not afraid to tell you, sir. In my country, our testing departments can use blood tests to check whether a person has taken any medication within the past six or even nine months."
Pierre stopped laughing. The wine glass stopped spinning.
Wei Yi's voice was calm, but there were no gaps between the words.
He paused.
"I've finished speaking. Do you have anything to add, sir?"
Pierre was silent for two seconds.
Then he laughed, not the deep laugh from before, but a very thin laugh that only touched the corners of his mouth.
He placed his own wine glass on the table, next to Wei Yi's.
He took out his business card holder, pulled out a pure black business card, and handed it over along with a Montblanc limited edition fountain pen.
"The world is vast. You can go far, but you'll always reach the edge. If one day you need to make connections at that edge, this number will open all the doors."
Wei Yi took the business card, flipped it over, and found that one side was blank and the other side only had a number.
"Can all the doors be opened?"
Before Pierre could answer, Wei Yi immediately spoke up again:
"And what about the gate leading to the sea? I mean the seaside in Yanjing."
Pierre didn't quite understand.
Wei Yi, however, had already lost interest. He waved his hand, showing no intention of continuing the conversation with this scheming fellow.
He just couldn't understand why the silly system would regard North America as the TM Dark Continent.
It's truly fucking dark!
He originally thought it was just attending a top-tier fashion party, getting to know some figures in the global fashion world, and some Hollywood figures.
Occasionally, you might encounter one or two of the "Overseas Female Cultivators" mentioned by the system, try some hot pot, and ride a foreign horse or a little foreign horse that you've never ridden before.
But this was only the second day.
This was his first time attending a gathering of this group.
It's only been about an hour, but the system has already issued three alerts.
The first two times they were just malicious, but the third time someone came with medicine.
Wei Yi now even suspects that if he stays any longer, he might be arrested and forced to undergo injections.
This is fucking ridiculous.
The American characteristics are too dangerous.
Almost without hesitation, he called over Fan Binbin and the others, explaining that he was feeling unwell and wanted to leave.
"What's wrong?" Fan Binbin asked with concern.
"My stomach hurts. It's probably because I'm not used to the food here," Wei Yi said.
"I don't really like it either," Baoqiang immediately stated. "It doesn't taste as good as the cured meat I brought!"
"I need to leave first to see a doctor," Wei Yi said, using the excuse of illness to make a quick escape.
Although Fan Binbin was extremely reluctant to leave now, she is an ambitious yet rational person.
She knew why she was there.
She also experienced the indifference these Westerners showed her.
Apart from a few who were obviously there for her beauty, the rest of the people at the banquet didn't even bother to give her a second glance.
She didn't let a small matter cause a big loss; she immediately showed concern and said, "Then I won't stay any longer; I'll go to the hospital with you."
"This is Anna Wintour's party, it's only just started, are you really willing to leave?"
"Your health is more important."
"I like hearing that."
"Then I'll go with you," Baoqiang chimed in. "Anyway, there's no point in me staying here. I don't like the food, and I can't speak English."
Wei Yi nodded. He had brought the person with him, so of course he wanted to take him away.
Unless you want to stay.
He then approached Huang Xiaoming, and upon hearing this, Xiaoming's expression clearly showed his reluctance as well.
But he still spoke up: "Among us, I speak the best English, so I'll go with you."
In the end, Gong Li and Chow Yun-fat wanted to stay, since this level of banquet was extremely prestigious for them.
The lousy guy just said, "You already have three people with you, so there won't be any problems."
Gong Li hesitated for a moment, but she did have a few acquaintances here tonight.
Unlike Xiaoming, Baoqiang, and Fan Xiaopang, I didn't know any of them.
So she chose to stay.
Finally, the others left with Wei Yi.
Wei Yi left.
Someone approached Anna Wintour, who was entertaining a New York congressman.
Anna was somewhat surprised after hearing this, and then, after hearing the man say a few more words, her face showed anger.
"FXKK!"
She muttered under her breath, "How dare the French?! FXXK! Is he alright?"
He said his stomach hurt and he needed to go to the hospital to see a doctor...
"Go and call the French here! What exactly did FXXK use?! Drugs are fine, but if the dosage is too high and kills someone, don't blame me for being ruthless!"