Chapter 62: Fundraising Banquet

"The person walking over is Jean-Jacques Handali, a senior executive at the Geneva Bank. The companion beside him is the model Cindy Crawford, a high-achieving student at Northwestern University, temporarily suspended. Over."

Henry said a sentence through the bone conduction microphone, then turned off the switch. He picked up a small cake on the dining table and ate it.

Not far away, Ms. Hepburn and Robert met the man and woman Henry mentioned. They shook hands, and the two ladies greeted each other with the cheek-kissing ritual.

Ms. Hepburn took the lead in greeting: "Mr. Handali, how come I haven't seen you at the Geneva Bank in Switzerland?"

"Oh, ma'am, I was sent to New York a long time ago. It's normal not to see me in Switzerland."

"As the world financial center, New York's importance here is unquestionable. I believe that after your training in New York, you will inevitably be promoted to the leadership of the bank when you return to Switzerland."

"I accept your good words."

As she said this, Audrey Hepburn greeted her young companion affectionately: "Miss Crawford, a high-achieving student at Northwestern University, combining intelligence and beauty, a heaven-sent child. Seeing you, even I in my youth would be jealous."

"Oh, ma'am, I'm ashamed, I temporarily suspended my studies at Northwestern University to focus on my modeling career. Actually, your achievements are the goal I am chasing. Maybe I can ask you some questions about the film industry."

"Of course you can, dear."

Cindy Crawford then asked about some preparations for entering the film industry. And her male companion, Handali, talked with Robert about the recent hot topic, the crisis of that northern red empire.

All of this, Henry, standing in the distance, saw and heard with his super senses. He estimated that they would talk for about two or three minutes, and then a second group would connect.

This kind of social banquet in the West, seemingly disorderly, actually has a set of operating rules inside. People who are not in this circle won't understand the gameplay behind this thing, and can only see the randomness floating on the surface.

Not to mention the deep ones. Just say that the protagonist of this banquet is undoubtedly the main fundraising figure, Audrey Hepburn.

Then everyone who participates in the fundraising banquet will say a few words to Ms. Hepburn and leave an impression. But no one will talk much, because they want to leave time for others.

If there is a topic of interest in the short conversation, or official business at work, they will make an appointment to meet at another time.

But if there isn't, both sides will just say a few simple words, maybe expressing interest, maybe expressing a position, and then it's over. And these things may become topics for the next conversation, or reasons to reconnect with each other someday.

As for attendant personnel like Henry, as long as they stand in the corners of the banquet, no one will come to disturb them. Taking some food and drinks, of course, is not a big deal.

At this kind of banquet attended by upper-class people, the food and drinks, of course, won't be any cheap goods. Making people can't help but suspect whether most of the funds raised through donations have been used for eating and drinking.

Seeing the next group of people walking towards Ms. Hepburn, Henry swallowed the food in his mouth, turned on the bone conduction microphone, and said: "Dwayne, Wall Street, person in charge of the Investment Center. A speculator who buys and sells junk stocks. As for his companion, I don't know her."

Since it was a semi-public fundraising banquet, it was inevitable that some people of all kinds would be mixed in.

Besides, Henry's eyes were not some facial recognition system that remembered the portrait data of all the American public. It was, of course, not uncommon not to know them, but it usually meant that the other party had no 'value'.

Ms. Hepburn and Robert also saw a thing or two from the cheap clothing on the other party.

It is said that having an old person in the family is like having a treasure. These people who are experienced in the world, many times, are particularly accurate in looking at people.

However, neither of them were annoying people who looked at people based on their status and loved to embarrass others. They politely exchanged a few words with the other party, politely declined the stock investment with special vision in the other party's mouth, and this matter was over.

But on the other side, the person who provided the guest information encountered unexpected trouble.

"A speculator who buys and sells junk stocks? A really interesting evaluation, does this world really have such a profession?" Tony Stark, the young master, holding a champagne glass, criticized someone's remarks without hesitation.

Seeing this young master, Henry wasn't surprised at all, and said: "There are countless professions in this world, as long as you can make money, what's impossible. For example, do you know that some people are specifically hired to turn off and turn on lights for children?"

"How could there be such a job? You'd better not be making up some nonsense, I don't like that." Tony frowned.

Henry laughed: "In the 18th and 19th centuries, when the main fuel for street lamps was whale oil, a group of children were hired by the City Hall on the streets of London to be responsible for lighting and extinguishing the countless street lamps.

"It also included replenishing whale oil. You can't just because there is no similar demand in your life, you arbitrarily think that this kind of thing doesn't exist, and this kind of work doesn't exist. Everything around the Stark family doesn't represent the whole world."

"This is wrong, you can't use professions that appeared in history to refute my words." Tony protested.

"It's your own wording that is inaccurate, without limiting the time. If I were a devil, I would have already obtained your soul just now." Henry didn't want to flatter this arrogant young master, and directly complained back.

Just when the other party had a constipated face and was thinking about how to fight back. Henry turned on the bone conduction microphone again and said: "Mr. Howard Stark of Stark Industries, and his wife, Mrs. Maria Stark."

Looking up, Tony noticed that his parents were walking towards the protagonist of the banquet, Audrey Hepburn. And Ms. Hepburn and her male companion also interrupted the conversation with that speculator and took the initiative to meet them.

Don't look at the distance of a few steps, this is the difference between people.

Even Dwayne, who was left behind, didn't dare to have any opinion on the spokesperson of Stark Industries. On the contrary, the female companion he brought had quite an impulse to stick to him regardless of the fact that his wife was right beside him.

Turning off the microphone, Henry said: "You came with your parents."

It was just that compared to answering, Tony Stark was clearly more interested in the thing on Henry's neck. He reached out and snatched the bone conduction microphone fixed on the neck with something like a headband.

"What is this?"

Henry, who was stuffing different flavored small muffins into his mouth, didn't hide it and said: "Microphone."

"You used this to notify that lady? The strange thing hanging on her ear is the headset for receiving?"

Two questions in a row, Henry only answered with two words: "Uh-huh."