Chapter 512: Chapter 311: The Main Position
The stars gathered, and socialites were everywhere.
Describing Song Yanxi’s birthday party in this eight-character phrase might just be apt.
The story of a socialite marrying a poor boy often exists only in TV dramas.
In reality, socialites receive top-notch education from a young age, even if their characters are flawed.
Their standards are absolutely top-notch.
To them, a so-called “phoenix man” is simply soone not born into a great situation but still manages to earn a decent monthly salary on his own.
Such individuals are essentially the chosen working class; no matter how high-quality you are, you cannot escape the law of the working class.
As for those socialites in TV dramas who fall for upstart youths.
Only fools would believe that.
Socialites are not like stars; they too co in different tiers.
Specifically, they’re ranked by their family’s wealth and social status.
Take Chen An’an, for example; she grew up as a top socialite in Magic City, and she can play with whoever she wants.
She does not need to consider the other party’s parents or their family status.
Then there are those with families who own publicly-listed companies; though not huge nor industry leaders, these families pave their way to entry-level socialite status.
In recent years, with the rapid developnt of society, many families have taken to sending their children to beco civil servants.
Even if seated in the sa office, when you enter through your own efforts and she enters through her parent’s connections,
the two of you will never be in the sa circle, even if you think you are; that’s just what you think.
Zhang Sitong, who had worked in Magic City for several years, understood these principles deeply.
She herself had no background, relying entirely on her abilities to earn a monthly salary of over twenty thousand.
How could she not be aware of the class chasms that ordinary people find difficult to cross?
Only after finding Song Jun did she have the privilege to attend such a birthday feast.
Yet Song Jun was rely a peripheral figure in the Chen-Song families.
Compared to Chen Qi and Song Wu, who stood in the center of the stage, he was leagues apart.
One was Chen Pingsheng’s only younger sister, the other was Song Yanxi’s younger sister.
Their blood relations laid bare, they garnered respect and support from everyone upon their arrival.
It was different for Song Jun, though; while people were certain to fawn over Chen Qi and Song Wu, no one would do so for him.
Haven’t you seen how long the birthday feast has been going and yet not a single person has co to greet him of their own accord?
If Song Jun had a status within the Chen-Song families, it wouldn’t be like this.
Song Jun, who went in to deliver the smoked fish and ats, ca back out, happily pulling Zhang Sitong inside with him.
Zhang Sitong stopped in her tracks, “What’s happening?”
“My cousin said she really likes them, she asked to bring you in to eat with us,” he replied.
“Really?”
Zhang Sitong was excited; this was a step in the right direction.
Song Jun didn’t realize there was any different implication to this; he was just happy for his cousin’s happiness.
Once she got inside, at the centermost table, Chen Pingsheng was attending to so of his business clients, while the table beside it was reserved by Song Yanxi.
Mainly for the purpose of hosting family relatives.
Chen Qi, Hu Lin, older sister Chen Yao, brother-in-law Xiao Ping’an, as well as Song Wu and her boyfriend Yang Changwen were all there.
Plus, the spoiled brat and the little fart kid were also on this side; certainly, they didn’t need to care so much.
If it’s mother’s birthday, just eat to your heart’s content and play without worry.
It’s only fringe figures like Zhang Sitong who would try every possible ans to sit down at this table.
Song Wu even asked her with a smile, “You’re Zhang Sitong, my cousin’s girlfriend, aren’t you? My sister spoke highly of you; cousin really found himself a great woman.”
Song Wu didn’t grow up in the countryside like her sister.
At the age of five or six, she was brought to Capital City by Liu Fen, at a ti when the family planning policy was strict.
It was impossible to bring both children to the city, unless one wanted to give up their job.
That’s why there’s such a big difference in personality between her and Song Yanxi.
After graduating from the ‘ivory tower’ and spending a year or two as a background actor, her edges were smoothed out.
Now she obediently follows her sister’s arrangents, withdrew from the entertainnt industry, and started her own business.
“In the future, I just want to be like my sister and brother-in-law.”
“After starting a family, to earnestly nurture that little piece of Happiness that belongs to .”
Her impression of her cousin Song Jun was still from when she was very little.
Basically, she had no impression of him anymore.
Zhang Sitong was pleasantly surprised and didn’t know how much truth was in her words and how much was false—would that person really think she was not bad?
“Well, I’m just an ordinary office worker, nothing that exceptional.”
“That’s okay, before my brother-in-law went into business, he only had an inco like yours.”
How could she dare compare herself to that.
Zhang Sitong was still a bit nervous; she wasn’t as carefree as Song Jun, who would say anything that ca to mind.
Who would casually chat about anything under the sun.
Just as he was about to ntion how his cousin Song Yanxi loved to go to his house for als when she was young, Zhang Sitong didn’t hesitate to kick him.
Was that sothing he could say?
It’s better kept in the heart!
Perhaps she sensed her nervousness, Song Wu didn’t continue to catch up on family news with her long-unseen cousin.
She didn’t really want to hear about the embarrassing things her sister did when she was young.
Like now, she was afraid that if they continued talking, Song Jun would bring up the bad habits of her brother-in-law’s childhood.
Back then, her brother-in-law wasn’t the most well-behaved.
He liked to get into fights and enjoyed blowing up cow dung on the road.
All year round, whenever he had ti, he was either catching bullfrogs or fishing for loaches in ditches.
Then he’d sell them at the market.
Her sister had quietly told her this was a little secret, not to be shared in public places like this.
After all, her sister and brother-in-law’s statuses had completely changed.
Many things need to be done with a sense of propriety, like how a relative, after drinking a little, once stood up at the table and loudly said, “I really admire Pingsheng; look at him, he only graduated from middle school with worse grades than all of us, yet now he’s made such a big fortune for himself.”
The relative then loudly boasted about his own underwhelming youthful achievents, like earning over ten thousand a month at eighteen, managing a store at twenty, and eventually getting to know big shots at the local police station.
Who he invited to dinner.
The table was filled with so of the big nas from Magic City, and those sitting next to him were either wealthy businessn or local leaders.
To flaunt the beer and barbecue culture of street stalls at such a formal gathering.
It just seed out of place.
Afterwards, her sister never again invited a relative to a formal public occasion.
It wasn’t that she was unwilling to do so; they just didn’t understand what to talk about and what not to talk about in that circle.
Being able to speak well is definitely an important social skill.
But in high circles, listening is ten tis more important than speaking.
Because the real masters are silent there, quietly watching you show off.
Luckily, Zhang Sitong promptly got Song Jun to stop in ti; otherwise, he would have truly wanted to share so embarrassing stories from his cousin’s childhood.
Perhaps he wanted to amuse everyone, or maybe he was deliberately seeking a sense of presence.
In any case, he himself was very uncomfortable with this kind of environnt.
He felt relatives should be a bit more genuine and say whatever they wanted.
It’s not like it would cost them a piece of flesh.
So why should it be like now, where one has to think three tis in their mind before speaking—can I say this?
Monts of spontaneity would also be imdiately interrupted by Zhang Sitong at his side.
The world of adults has never been about doing whatever one wants.
Even since ancient tis, it is said that at thirty, one stands firm; at forty, one has no doubts; at fifty, one knows one’s destiny; at sixty, one’s ear is attuned.
Only at seventy can one do as one pleases.
Who isn’t shackled by layers upon layers in society?
Even soone as strong as Chen Pingsheng has to carefully choose his words in front of superiors.
And he needs to deliberately look for topics that those lesser than him would enjoy.
The world of adults is never simple, as the saying goes.
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