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Chapter 1001 - 714 Party

Chapter 1001: 714 Party

East Sea had the top domestic residence "Spring and Autumn Plaza," and Capital City boasted nothing less if not more.

Although the Sky Garden might not be as widely known as Spring and Autumn Plaza, it wasn’t inferior. It was just that construction had commenced later. Compared to earlier years when the people lacked confidence and craved ostentation, by the time Sky Garden was developed, Shenzhou had gradually begun to flourish, and the populace started favoring subdued luxury.

The venue for the party Tong Dan mentioned was a detached villa in Sky Garden, complete with front and back courtyards lush with trees, and a perpetually heated swimming pool grander than those in movies; of course, it wasn’t likely to see much use during this season.

When the two cars arrived, it was already dark. The villa had been decorated in advance with streamers, champagne, desserts, and white dinner tables... and of course, there was no lack of fashionable and stunningly attractive people.

"Miss Tong, I didn’t expect you to know people at this level."

The trio got out of the car.

Given Ding He’s salary, he could afford to buy a property here, though it wouldn’t be easy.

Of course.

Now with all properties in Sky Garden sold out, having money alone was not enough.

"She’s got quite the reach."

Fang Qing found an opportunity for a mild retort.

The normally hearty Tong Dan just chuckled nonchalantly. "Lawyer Ding, let’s go inside."

Ding He nodded.

The courtyard was bustling with people, the gathering quite lively with crisscrossing toasts.

However, unlike a business reception, there was a dedicated sound system playing music, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Indeed.

Wealthy people didn’t have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

If it were a regular residential area, turning on the speakers would probably result in immediate noise complaints from all around.

"Look, who’s here."

A fashionable young man with a radiant smile approached, his hair shiny with wax but not greasy, considerably more pleasant to look at than the rich second generations depicted in movies.

"Master Mao, let me introduce two friends to you."

This must be Tong Dan’s friend. Tong Dan introduced, "This is Lawyer Ding He from Tianhe Law Firm, and this is my good sister, Fang Qing, also working at Tianhe Law Firm. This is Mao Dun, Master Mao."

Mao Dun.

Quite the name.

"Lawyer Ding, I’ve heard of you, it’s an honor."

The august Mao Dun extended his hand.

"I hope my uninvited presence isn’t too intrusive."

Ding He also extended his hand.

"Not at all, we’re more than welcoming."

Mao Dun laughed heartily. Who said the rich second generation had to be arrogant?

Of course, it might also be because Ding He is no ordinary person either.

After shaking hands, the uniquely-named Mao Dun turned his attention to Fang Qing.

"Hello."

Fang Qing gave a polite, slight smile.

"Lawyer Fang, isn’t it? I often hear Tong Dan praising you. I thought she was exaggerating, but seeing you today proves me shallow. If I ever have a lawsuit, you’ll definitely be my first choice."

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.

To be friends with Tong Dan, one cannot be too uptight.

"I still hope, Master Mao, that you will never need to find me."

Fang Qing’s witty response elicited laughter from the group.

"Please come in."

After a brief introduction, Mao Dun invited them in.

"Don’t be formal, everyone here is a friend, just relax. Tong Dan, I’ll leave your friends in your care for a moment."

"Sure, go ahead."

After Mao Dun left, Fang Qing gave Tong Dan a meaningful look. "How do you know him?"

"How else? Met him on a plane."

Tong Dan picked up a glass of champagne prepared on the table and handed it to Ding He.

"I still need to drive, I’ll have this."

Being a lawyer, of course, one must lead by example. Ding He picked up a glass of lemonade from the table.

Tong Dan, undeterred, simply took a sip of the champagne herself.

"His name is quite unique."

Fang Qing remarked.

"Unique, right? I think so too. His parents must not have thought it through much when naming him, too careless."

Tong Dan lowered her voice and chuckled. "What’s more interesting is that he’s quite timid. He’s actually scared of flying."

"Weren’t you guys acquainted on a plane?" asked Ding He, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, you might not believe this, but when I met him, it was his first time on a plane."

Fang Qing looked astonished.

"You haven’t been working for over a year, right?"

Tong Dan was about the same age and from the same graduating class.

"Yes, so that’s why I said it’s incredible. I find it inconceivable myself. Despite his age, he had never flown before."

Not having flown is not uncommon.

To this day, about ninety percent of the country’s population has never traveled by air.

But that’s mostly for economic reasons.

For Mao Dun, that certainly wasn’t the issue.

"I used to think fear of heights was a bluff, but seeing him, I believed it. He was genuinely terrified. When the plane took off, he was strapped in, eyes closed, holding a Buddha statue and praying, sweat dripping all over."

Without mentioning Tong Dan, as listeners, Fang Qing and Ding He exchanged glances, barely suppressing their smiles.

"Since he’s so afraid, why does he torture himself?"

"That’s what I find interesting about him. He said he wanted to challenge himself, so he specifically chose an international flight lasting over ten hours. He looked almost epileptic; we were close to informing the captain for an emergency landing."