The car carrying Mr. Nancy and his assistant appeared at the base of the skyscraper when many scions of the wealthy elite had already gathered around.
The powerful, both eager to curry favor and unwilling to lose face, naturally found it more appropriate for their family members to make an appearance on their behalf.
"Respected Mr. Nancy! I apologize, but there are simply too many youths attending the banquet who like and admire you, and so we didn't stop them," the person in charge said respectfully. At this moment, he too had learned to be smart, flattering guests accordingly. Since Mr. Nancy had everything under control and was in a comfortable position for relaxation and with a good mood, naturally a few arrangements could be made, of course without excessive flattery.
Mr. Nancy just gently squinted his eyes and smiled warmly, "Hand me a pen."
His assistant muttered, "You really are in the mood."
