At 6:30 p.m.
There was still one hour before the banquet began.
All kinds of cars with double flash went in one after another at the entrance of Fairy Hill. All kinds of car brands were mixed in.
From the Magotan of more than 20,000 dollars to the Bugatti Veyron of more than 5 million dollars.
Passat, Audi A6, Land Cruiser, Range Rover, Mulsanne, Rolls-Royce...
None of the big shots present dared to show disrespect to any inconspicuous car here.
Because they all knew that compared to the owners in the Bugatti Veyron, they were more awed by those mysterious people who were in the Passat and A6.
Especially when a Land Cruiser with the license plate beginning with "Jing A" passed by.
The bodyguards brought by the big shots all subconsciously retreated.
Some veterans even stood straight and
presented the most standard military etiquette to the car.
From all over the country, cars with different license plates lined up and slowly entered into the Fairy Hill.
Some people who had been waiting here for a long time finally saw their respected guests. These people ignored the noble identity of themselves. They squeezed out of the crowd with blushed faces, stood on the roadside, and waved at the car with all their might.
"Chief Shen, I'm Pete Wang from Sunton Shipping Equipment Manufacturing Company. Last time we had dinner together, and I was sitting outside. You should have seen me. Two days ago, I asked my brother, Pierre Wang, the chairman of the Capital City's Wanhao Group, to call you. He said that he would take me to your family gathering today. Do you agree?"
A middle-aged fat man in a famous brand suit bent over in front of the window of a silver Rolls-Royce Gust with sweat all over his head. The window was only opened with a crack. He ran with the car, and even wanted to dig his head into the crack of the window, which caused a lot of people to laugh.
"Mr. Wang has at least two billion dollars. Isn't it too disgraceful for him to do so?" Simon disdainfully looked at Pete with a
cigarette in his mouth and said.
He came with Jack Lin today.
Simon came even earlier than William and started to wait here since noon.
However, this time he did not complain like last time when he was at the Bloom Mansion. After all, he was with Jack Lin. He was not afraid of Elanie Lin, but he still had some respect for his father.
Jack Lin's eyes also focused on Pete Wang.
When Jack got such a high social status, he often regarded reputation as more important than money.
He didn't even hesitate to pay for his reputation.
But he knew that today was an exception.
As long as any family group was lucky enough to enter the Fairy Hill tonight, even if it was only five minutes, then after coming out, their future prospects and strength were not the same.
At this time, for them, the door of the Fairy Hill was like a Pandora's box, waiting to be opened.
Not to mention begging, as long as there was a member of the Shen family standing out and claiming the people who knelt down would be invited, Jack believed that there
would be numerous people kneeling on the spot.
While Jack was deep in thought, the Rolls-Royce Gust, which was driving slowly, suddenly stopped.
Then, the car door on the side was opened, and a hand stretched out from the car.
The owner of the hand didn't say anything. He just bent his hand to Pete Wang a few times and then took it back.
"Are you calling me?"
Pete Wang kept a humble posture and widened his eyes. At the moment when the car restarted, his face turned red, and he said "thank you". Then he got into the car, closed the door, and followed the car into the yard.
All the people present were in dead silence.
Simon gaped at the scene that happened in front of him. He opened his mouth wide. With a sound of "squeaky", the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.
Almost in the next instant.
The local rich and powerful families, like refugees who had seen food, took off their heavy disguises, shouted, and swarmed forward to the cars that were driving into the garden.
In the Fairy Hill villa.
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