The magnificent lion garden is luxurious and full of history. The moment you step in, you can appreciate the secret heart of the former Tsarist Russian queen.

Robert John loves it here very much.

As a knight noble, his admiration for the royal family is engraved in his bones. Here, every night in the Lion Garden, it will be particularly wonderful and colorful.

The Queen of Tsarist Russia, in those old days, had dated dozens of lovers here.

There is no difference between it and on weekdays.

Although there are demonstrations everywhere on the streets of Leningrad, Moscow, Ukraine, and the Soviet Union, the former royal villa in Lion Garden is still a paradise.

Men in black tuxedoes were politely holding wine glasses, officers in military uniforms kept smiling and circling with the enchanting and colorful bellies in the banquet hall, and senior officials with slightly mottled foreheads but still red and rich faces were smiling happily.

Many dignitaries from northern Soviet cities came, including wealthy businessmen or bankers from all over the world, Neon people, French people, Americans... No one understands why these obviously hostile people often gather together to attend banquets.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was very good, and there would be a burst of laughter from time to time. Obviously, these people from all over the world had a very pleasant chat.

Of course, as the highest level of exchanges and gatherings in Leningrad, there is always a lack of brightly dressed socialites and beauties in this kind of place.

There were girls in white dresses shyly responding to the favored person's conversation, there was a light blue young woman smiling and flirting with others, and there were also beautiful girls wearing the most beautiful dresses, holding wine glasses and circling from one circle to another.

Here, as long as you know a noble person, you can avoid detours for ten years and even have no worries about food and clothing for your whole life.

Elegant girls and charming ladies, but no one else is in the same way, they all wear the most brilliant and brightest dresses. They are tight on top and loose on the bottom, outlining fascinating arcs, and the floating white neck is dazzling.

After staying in China for fifteen years, Robert knew a lot of Chinese idioms.

One of the most unique idioms suddenly came to my mind.

The flowers and branches are trembling.

As the women in the banquet hall smiled, the towering mountains would tremble constantly, as white as snow lotus, but the flowers would tremble.

"Hi! Robert. My friend."

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo shouted and walked to Robert John, and as soon as he approached, he stretched out his arms to greet him.

Anthony Odkin.

Director of a office in Leningrad, the State Bank of the Soviet Union.

He has fat head and big ears, his face is full of oil, and when he smiles, his eyes are almost invisible, making it difficult to have a good impression of him.

Shameless guy.

Robert John cursed in his heart, a feeling of nausea surged in his mouth. The two were too close to see the pits on Anthony Odkin's face, and there were disgusting black substances everywhere.

However, despite his disgust, Robert still smiled the most enthusiastic, narrowing his eyes and stretched out his arms and leaned over like Odkin.

"Anthony, my dearest friend. I'm so happy to see you."

"My friend. You are late."

"I'm sorry. I feel sorry for this, but there is a reason for it."

“…”

"Hi John. You're late today."

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

With the arrival of Robert John, some people who were familiar with him came to greet him. Whether it was a noble man or a beautiful girl present, everyone had the most sincere smile on their faces.

In today's Leningrad upper class, there are too few people who don't know about the philanthropist Robert John.

This Mr. Knight from England was notoriously generous and kind.

Charitable donations start at 100,000 US dollars, and banquets held never charge any fees. It is actually incredible that such generousness is actually.

Of course, it is another matter for someone to say behind the scenes that this guy is a fat idiot with big ears.

No one dislikes such a generous gentleman.

"Mr. John. I miss you so much."

A slim and beautiful woman came over and took the initiative to take Robert's arm as soon as she arrived.

Irina Tarasova, the female host of Leningrad Radio, is known for its pure and beautifulness, the dream lover in the hearts of countless men and boys in Leningrad. Many people have the pure and moving posters of this hostess on their bedsides.

However, since I met Robert John, this pure and beautiful woman has fallen deeply in love with Mr. Knight from England.

Love is lost in one's own way, and love goes through fire and water.

Now, he doesn't even care about the eyes of others, does not care about the impact of popularity, and takes the initiative to hold Robert's chest, which makes people unable to turn, trembles against Robert's arm.

The people in the banquet hall looked sideways.

Most men's eyes are playful, while most women's eyes are jealous or contempt.

Who hasn't thought about it at all if you can come here?

The old guy Robert is fifty years old, as fat as a big white pig. Irina is in her prime and pure and charming. She will never really fall in love with such an old guy.

Of course, Robert knew this very well.

But so what?

On that night in the villa, Irina was reborn like Queen Katerina.

As a knight, it is instinct to surrender to imperial power, but when the entire Tsarist Russia surrenders under itself, nothing is more glorious than this.

Let Irina hold her arm, Robert smiled and greeted the acquaintances around him. As the Soviet striker, he knew very well what his mission was.

At the banquet in the central area, layers of delicacies piled up like hills. The silverware for royal dishes carries various delicacies, deep-sea fish, and royal secret rare delicacies, which are dazzling. The high-legged wine glasses are like building an attic stacked together layer by layer. The handsome waiter in white clothes keeps pouring wine with a bottle.

Red wine, transparent wine glass.

Under the light, it exudes a psychedelic color that makes people feel intoxicated.

Compared with the scarcity of supplies outside, here are like two completely different worlds.

Passing by the wine seat, Robert picked up a wine glass casually, his heart's pride and gratitude could not be described.

The former John family was once glorious. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the John family were even dukes, but glory was finally submerged, and the glory of the past disappeared into the dust of history.

In Robert John's generation, the family's honor was only one of the lowest knight titles.

When he was young, Robert was as proud as other young people. He wanted to revive the glory of the John family. In order to achieve this goal, he resolutely entered the banking industry.

Because as a native British, he knew very well that finance is the shortcut to gain a foothold in the upper class.

Until... was sent to China for work.

I stayed there for fifteen years.

At that time, Robert was desperate. The bitter and cold land was almost ignorant. Except for disasters and pain, all he could do was poverty.

"Hi! John!"

Passing by a small circle, someone familiar with Robert raised his glass to greet him, put away his thoughts, picked up the wine glass and raised it. He drank a bit of mellow wine, which made people feel a little dizzy.

"Robert. Let me introduce you to Mr. Ivan of the National Security Council. This is my good friend Robert John. You can also call him Robert like me."

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Chapter completed!