Chatting.
Eating.
Drinking wine.
That's all there is to these gatherings. To broaden their horizons, some even brought their younger generations. The generational gap was just too large.
Tang Qing.
Twenty-four years old, in his prime.
They.
At the very least, each of them was forty or fifty years old, more than just a single generational gap. The scene of them standing together was a bit disjointed. Someone needed to mediate.
Although.
The younger ones seemed to be on a different level compared to Tang Qing, but getting familiar with his face was still beneficial.
Everyone present.
Either had power.
Or had money.
In their own domains, they were as powerful as they came, with dictates that weren't up for debate. Even their younger generations carried an air of arrogance. It was fitting to have these younger ones interact with Tang Qing.
Learn something.
See something.
Observe something.
You're twenty-four and still chasing girls and mooching off your parents.
