After Ryan put away the gifts, Nanaya left with Ori and Lily.
After all, there are people queuing behind him, and Nanaya doesn't want to arouse public anger.
"So, Senior."
After leaving the rostrum, Ori gave Nanaya some advice.
"Next time, give someone a birthday gift that's a little more upscale. If Miss Ryan doesn't happen to like it, you'll be embarrassed."
Nanaya blinked and replied, "The gift I chose is not cheap. The online stock of this game console is already more expensive than an LV bag."
Of course, Nanaya's purchase price was 0, because he took it directly from Jiufeng's inventory.
"That's not what I meant."
Ori couldn't figure out whether his senior brother was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Sometimes he was very smart, but sometimes he was just stupid as hell.
[Are you really charmed by that smile just now? ]
The smile just now was indeed intoxicating, even Ori was a little moved. No wonder Nanaya's IQ suddenly dropped to 0.
Lily had the same idea, but of course she was happier than Ori was depressed.
[Sure enough, Director Nanaya and my sister are a match made in heaven. They just need to work a little harder. Lily, fight! ]
Compared to the two followers who each had their own concerns, Nanaya seemed to be indifferent.
It's great if the recipient likes the gift you give out.
Thinking of this, Nanaya prepared to get some more food to fill his stomach—while most people's attention was not on the table.
Half an hour has passed since the banquet started.
Except for the weird entrance at the beginning, the whole banquet went smoothly.
However, because it is still in the gift-giving stage, people who have not given gifts are still queuing, while people who have given gifts are gathering together to communicate.
Well, to put it bluntly, it means commenting on the gifts given by other guests.
Nanaya felt that if these people were replaced by gossips in the Japanese community, there would really be no difference at all.
This made Nanaya more aware of the nature of the so-called nobility.
Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that he was eating steak alone in a lonely corner.
Ryan was still receiving gifts, Ori went to the bathroom, and Lily, who had been following Nanaya, also left because she had to go out to receive some special guests.
This resulted in Nanaya being left alone at the dining table with nothing to do.
In order to find something to do, Nanaya had to concentrate on the food on the table.
After all, even if Nanaya wanted to chat with other guests, he really couldn't find any common language.
The only movie that might be a hot topic is not a very popular topic because of these upper-class guys' contempt for commercial films.
Nanaya himself didn't care too much about it. His current worry was not that there was no one around him, but that he was thinking about how to deal with the piece of steak with tendons.
"It's so hard to cut...it would be nice if I could sit down."
Nanaya looked at the plate in confusion. It would be a pity to throw away this piece of chewy meat, but it was too difficult to handle it with a knife and fork while standing.
He suddenly looked to the side like a thief, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately picked up the steak with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Dancing with swords and negative pressure tubes (This is the right way to do it. It is more convenient to use hands and chopsticks!)"
While speaking incoherently, Nanaya stretched out his greasy hand towards the tablecloth.
"Hey! Director Nanaya Kiryu."
Suddenly someone called Nanaya's name, speaking fluent Japanese.
Nanaya took a look and saw that it was the Arab uncle who gave away the oil field.
"…"
"…"
Nanaya silently withdrew his guilty hand, but the grease on his hands made him very embarrassed.
"If you don't mind..."
The uncle handed Nanaya a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread.
Nanaya took the handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and swallowed the beef in his mouth as quickly as possible.
"Thank you. I will have waiter wash the handkerchief and return it to you."
Nanaya spoke naturally, as if the person who had just been rude had nothing to do with him.
"It's okay. It's just a $100 handmade handkerchief. If Director Kiryu likes it, I'll give it to you."
The uncle said nonchalantly, and from his tone there was no difference between a $100 handkerchief and a disposable tissue.
[Sure enough, he is a big spender! Speaking of $100, the gold thread on it can't be real gold, right? ]
Although Nanaya was no longer a poor man, he still felt a little painful when he had to casually throw away $100.
"Mr. Kiryu, can I spare you a moment?"
The uncle invited Nanaya.
"OK..."
For the sake of the handkerchief, Nanaya nodded in agreement.
Perhaps because he didn't want to be heard by irrelevant people, the Middle Eastern uncle went to the balcony outside the banquet hall with Nanaya.
"Director Kiryu, my name is Nayef Nayan, and I am from Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates."
The other person smiled very kindly, and if you ignored the ethnic costume on him, he would look like an ordinary uncle next door.
"What does Mr. Nayan want to see me for?"
Nanaya said in a casual manner, he did not show the disgust and fear like other people at the party.
Since we were able to find the Wettin family, it means that there is no problem with the other party's identity.
So Nanaya would naturally not show fear towards a kind dog owner. Maybe they would buy their peripheral products just because they like their movies?
Don't say it's impossible. You have to know that there are tens of thousands of Arab oil tycoons, and even Japanese otakus. How could there be no Hollywood chefs?
Although the box office revenue of movies in the UAE may not be that high, these wealthy people are willing to spend money on peripheral products. What if there is a fanatical fan among them who can help Nanaya use up the peripheral inventory?
Especially since this guy is not only fluent in English, but also Japanese. Maybe he is a Japanese otaku?
"Director Kiryu, you are very different from the others here."
Seeing that Nanaya was so easy to talk to, Naif's smile became even more amiable.
Nanaya showed a bit of commercialism: "It's okay, I just heard that you people in the UAE are quite rich. After all, I am a businessman~"
"Haha, Director Kiryuu's words are really interesting."
Nayef's face suddenly straightened: "Mr. Kiryu, I have a request. You also know that due to some extremists, our current image in the international community is not good. I hope you can help us promote our positive image."
"Promote a positive image?" Nanaya rubbed his chin.
Nayef stated his request: "Yes, your Fate series is very successful, especially in the creation of heroes. I hope you can design a positive Arab hero image and have it appear in the movie plot. Of course, I can talk about it if you pay more."
[Have any Arab heroes appeared in Fate? ]
Nanaya thought for a long time and came up with the ugly card 1001, and the hero who would die at least 999999 times every day in the FGO game.
Well, it seems that the ancient Persians have nothing to do with the Arabs, but in the movie "300 Spartans", Persia seems to be used to refer to the oil guys?
[It's a little bit of a lead, but it's a bit early to show up now. ]
To Nanaya, exchanging a tool hero for a large sum of filming funds from the oil man was still very attractive.
It's just that Mr. Oil Man's chance of choice is not very good, as all the servant images of FSN have appeared, and it is impossible to add more.
Although the story of FZ does not have one person for each job, the images of several tool servants are not very good. This is not only not promoting the positive image of the oil men, but also discrediting the big dog owners.
Nanaya couldn't do such a wicked thing.
Moreover, the current international situation is not very favorable to these big dogs. You must know that the current mainstream public opinion has completely demonized the oil guys. Nanaya is so anxious to launch an Arab hero now that he will probably be criticized to death.
"It's like this. I've already finished writing the scripts for several works in the Fate series that I'm planning on working on, so I'm sorry..." Nanaya replied in a shout.
"Director Kiryu, we have money."
Nayef repeated.
"Don't worry, please listen to me." Nanaya said directly, "If I force promotion now, I'm afraid it won't have a very good result. After all, your reputation in Europe and the United States is really too bad. I can't take the future of my movie as a joke."
"Okay, I understand."
Nayef was somewhat helpless. He also knew the problems his nation was facing in Europe and the United States, but that was precisely why he wanted to urgently correct this concept.
The reason why he chose Nanaya was because he saw the IP value of the Fate series, or the uniqueness of the Fate series stories.
You should know that since the release of Fate, the sales of stories related to King Arthur and Greek mythology have suddenly skyrocketed. Now if you randomly pick a few young people on the street, seven or eight out of ten will know the deeds of the servants in the Fate story.
This unique propaganda ability is the real reason why Nayef thinks highly of Fate.
Unfortunately, Nanaya did not agree to his request, which made Nayef feel regretful.
But he couldn't say anything. He and Nanaya were not related at all, and the other party was giving him face by saying this.
"However, Mr. Nayef, I have a very long-term plan for Fate. If you don't mind, you can wait a few more years."
Nanaya said seriously, "I believe that in a few years, as the panic caused by the terrorist attack passes, the people of Europe and America will gradually begin to accept you again. This is the best time for you to promote yourself.
"Excuse me, it's too early for you to rush into action now."
Nayef said carefully: "But some things must be done by someone, otherwise the misunderstanding will continue."
Since the other party has already said this, Nanaya can't say anything more. After all, the other party also has his own persistence.
"Kiryuu, you are here."
Ryan came over from the banquet hall, and her face changed when she saw Nayef.
"Excuse me, Mr. Nayan, what do you want from my friend?"
Ryan asked somewhat warily.
"Nothing, we just discussed something about the movie." Ryan's attitude made Naif's face darken. He forced a smile and patted Nanaya's shoulder. "Since there is a beautiful woman to meet you, I won't disturb Director Kiryu. I wish you a good night."
"Mr. Nayef." Nanaya said to the other person's back, "If you stick to it, I believe you will have a good result."
Anyway, in Nanaya's memory, the oil guys really used money to pry open the door to Europe and the United States. Although they did not completely reverse their disadvantage in reputation, at least Europe and the United States were no longer so repulsive to them.
Of course, Nanaya believes more that Europeans and Americans may still hate the oil guys, but they cannot hate the money in their hands.
"Thanks."
Nayef turned around and smiled at Nanaya, then disappeared into the crowd in the banquet hall.
"Kiryu, I suggest you avoid interacting with them. It would be bad if you get targeted by terrorists."
"What do you want from me, Ryan?"
Nanaya didn't want to talk more about this matter. After all, Ryan's views represented the most orthodox views of the oil guys in Europe and the United States.
In fact, if Nanaya was not a time traveler, he would probably look at them with such tinted glasses.
Ryan smiled at Nanaya again: "Well, we have entered the dance session."
"Really? Then I wish you a good time tonight. I won't dance because I can't find a partner."
Nanaya thought Ryan was inviting him to the dance, so he politely declined.
Anyway, most of the guests at the scene looked down on him as a country bumpkin, and he didn't want to dance with Ori.
British paparazzi are the most disgusting paparazzi in the world, no doubt about it.
They knew about my dancing with Ori and left evidence. Who knows how these people will exaggerate the matter.
"No, because you have to lead the dance, Kiryu."
"I?"
Nanaya was a little confused. Shouldn't the host be the one leading the dance?
"Because I want to have my first dance with you. You helped me just now, right? Lily's prank..." Ryan's cheeks flushed slightly, "What's wrong? You don't want to?"
"Of course not."
Nanaya quickly shook his head and extended his hand to Ryan, imitating what he saw in the movie.
"Well, beautiful lady, will you dance with me?"
"Very well, I do."
Ryan nodded and put her hand on Nanaya's.
Just like that, Ryan and Nanaya returned to the banquet hall arm in arm.
At this time, all the people in the banquet hall who were ready to dance gathered together, leaving only a small space in the middle for Ryan and her dance partner.
Nanaya listened to the discussions around him, some of which were full of malice and suspicion.
"I feel like I've become the target of everyone's criticism." Nanaya said with a wry smile.
"It's okay, you have to believe that you are the best."
Ryan said confidently as she brought Nanaya to the center of the dance floor.
"It's better to play a gentle first song..."
Before Nanaya could say anything, the music started playing.
So Nanaya could only try his best to follow the music and dance with Ryan.
Under the lights, Nanaya and Ryan began their dance.
"You really should practice more, Kiryu."
"I can't help it. This is the first time I've attended a party that requires dancing..."
Nanaya had attended high-end banquets several times, but there were few situations where he needed to dance ballroom dancing, and he had long forgotten all the dance knowledge he had learned in school.
"Then please relax your body and let me do it."
After knowing that Nanaya was unreliable, Ryan took over the initiative.
"Hold my waist... don't be so hard. I won't run away."
Ryan said to Nanaya in a coquettish tone: "Come on, follow the rhythm, step like this..."
"Okay…Okay…"
Under Ryan's instructions, Nanaya began to move his feet in rhythm with all his strength.
"What a great couple, aren't they? It's worth all the effort I put into bringing them together."
At the side of the banquet hall, Lily looked at Ryan in the center and Nanaya, whose steps were stiff, and nodded her head continuously.
"This is just puppeteering."
Ori's face was covered in cold sweat. He finally understood what it meant to lie with eyes wide open.
"Don't say that. Look, isn't my sister very happy?"
"What the hell is this tone of yours, as if you're expressing your feelings about your daughter's growth?"
"This is called a sense of accomplishment, you bastard."
Ori's face darkened, and he sneered, "I really hope that after the party is over, you can still be so happy. You don't think you will be let off like this, do you?"
"Hmm…"
Lily's face suddenly turned livid.
In the end, things developed just as Ori had expected. That night, miserable begging for mercy was heard from Lily's room.
It is said that Ryan got a pair of props specially used for massaging the soles of the feet from a director whose name cannot be mentioned, and experimented with them on his sister.
But that's another story.
Regardless, Nanaya and Ryan were dancing intently and would not stop until the music ended.