"Those things are common in Great Britain. There's no free lunch in the world; everyone gets what they need," Peter from England said with a smile, seeing them discuss the topic.
Charlene nodded and said, "Indeed. As long as no one steals or robs, there's nothing wrong with it. It's all for survival."
"Make Young Wang tell that old man 'I love you' three times," Ma Yuqin said, standing beside Charlene and egging her on.
When Ma Yuqin said this, everyone's eyes lit up. They wanted the national Young Wang to go and annoy him.
A bet is a bet; wasn't that the rule they had set?
"Where's Young Wang?" Charlene turned and looked around.
"I'll go get him," Ma Yuqin said, walking towards National Young Wang and his group.
Before long, National Young Wang and Qin Wen walked over. He looked at Charlene and asked, "Lin'er, what good thing do you need me for?"
"See that old man? Go and say 'I love you' to him three times. After this, you'll have two chances left," Charlene said, pointing at Kallenbir, who was leering at a vulgar actress over there.
National Young Wang followed Charlene's finger and felt disgusted.
"Alright," National Young Wang gritted his teeth and walked over.
"Haha...."
Qin Dou and the others laughed heartily after seeing this. Qin Wen teased, "Lin'er, Jingru, you two have to go easy on me."
"Hehe... we can," Charlene chuckled.
National Young Wang suppressed his disgust and walked up to Kallenbir, saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Although Kallenbir hadn't learned Chinese, he could understand these three words. He looked up at National Young Wang, saw his handsome features, and smiled, "Baby, what do you want?"
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else," National Young Wang quickly waved his hand, finished in English, and made a quick escape.
He felt a strange look in Kallenbir's eyes, and goosebumps prickled his skin. He hurried away.
"Haha..." Qin Dou laughed heartily at National Young Wang, who returned with a gloomy expression.
National Young Wang soon regained his smile and said, "This is nothing, it's very simple. It's just like saying hello to someone."
"Look, that old man is looking this way. We should leave, lest we be misunderstood and it causes trouble," Qin Wen said, noticing Kallenbir staring intently in their direction.
Everyone looked over and indeed, he was staring fixedly.
"Let's go, let's get something to eat somewhere else," National Young Wang suggested, and everyone moved to a place where Kallenbir couldn't see them.
"Director Kallen, what's wrong?" a blonde woman asked, leaning against Kallenbir.
"Did you see those girls with Oriental faces just now?" Kallenbir stood up and looked around.
"Where can Oriental girls be as exciting as us? We know how to have fun," another big-eyed woman snuggled up to him.
Kallenbir pushed the woman away and said, "Don't slander the woman of my dreams. Oriental women are the most perfect women in the world. They possess both beauty and talent, how can you compare to them?"
Kallenbir spoke with a faint hint of disgust in his eyes. Oriental women have a natural, delicate moistness that you can never achieve in this lifetime.
Just looking at the few he had seen was enough to make Kallenbir's aging heart thrum with vitality again.
What perfect girls they were, exuding an elegant aura, with eyes as clear as water, faces as white as snow, and graceful figures. Their entire bodies were elegantly contoured.
With this thought, Kallenbir, as if possessed, moved in the direction of Charlene and the others.
The three blonde women behind him exchanged glances and followed him.
Charlene and the others found a quiet spot to prepare to eat. They hadn't eaten all evening, and had come here specifically for the exquisite food.
They were not disappointed; all sorts of delicacies were available. The food prepared at such banquets were always high-end products.
Take the beef, for example. It was from freshly slaughtered animals, the best cuts of beef, laid out on a cutting board where you could still see the muscle fibers pulsing.
Such beef was the freshest and most delicious.
As everyone was enjoying their meal, Kallenbir walked over and politely called out, "Excuse me, ladies."
Everyone turned to look. Wasn't this that disgusting old man?
"May I sit down with you?" Kallenbir asked with a smile, pointing to an empty seat.
"No, we don't know you," Qin Wen refused directly in English.
If you sit here, will anyone else be able to eat?
"Ladies, let me introduce myself. My name is Kallenbir, Europe's most famous designer. Perhaps some of the clothes you've worn or bags you've carried were designed by me."
Kallenbir wasn't discouraged by the rejection and instead started to introduce himself.
Because he knew that Oriental girls were generally shy and reserved, unlike Western women who could talk about lovemaking upon first meeting.
Therefore, in Kallenbir's opinion, refusal was a good start.
How could one pursue women without a thick skin?
If you give up after being rejected once, what if you persist and succeed?
After all, he had tried his best and had no regrets, and many people gave up just before victory.
"Little Peter," Charlene said unhappily, glancing at Peter from England.
Peter from England understood immediately, stood up, walked towards Kallenbir, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and put his other arm around his body, lifting him and carrying him away.
Kallenbir was startled and kicked his legs nonstop, shouting, "Do you know who I am? Who told you to treat me so rudely?"
Peter from England didn't care who he was. He wouldn't allow him to offend the "great aunt."
Seeing Kallenbir being unceremoniously carried away by Peter from England, everyone chuckled.
"This steak is delicious. I want some more," Charlene said, getting up to get steak.
The minor incident didn't affect their appetites.
Peter from England took Kallenbir to a corner and threw him on the ground, warning, "Don't disturb our meal again, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."
After saying this, Peter from England turned and left.
The women who had been with Kallenbir rushed over to help him up. Kallenbir stood up and angrily said, "Barbarian."
"Kallenbir, why were you sitting on the ground just now?" At this moment, a young man walked over, accompanied by Delice Anna.
"Greetings, esteemed Marquis Bieber. Kallenbir salutes you," Kallenbir said, placing one hand on his chest and performing a Western gentleman's bow.
"No need for formalities. What happened just now?" Bieber waved his hand. This young man was already a marquis, so his status must be quite high.
"Duke Bieber, the situation is like this..."
Kallenbir recounted how he had been rudely thrown, and told the whole story about the Oriental girls.
"Kallenbir, are you sure they were very, very beautiful Oriental girls?" Bieber asked with a smile.
"Duke Bieber, Kallenbir dares not deceive you," Kallenbir said respectfully.
Bieber's interest was piqued. Elegant Oriental girls evoked a mysterious impulse. He smiled and said,
"Kallenbir, then take me to see them. There's no girl that my Bieber can't handle."