These people are not simple.

The private booth was very quiet. Unlike the usual noisy and chaotic music, the lighting was bright and warm, lacking any atmosphere of a gathering for useless Second-generation rich kids.

When Wang Xiuyuan entered the booth, everyone's eyes focused on him simultaneously, as if he were the protagonist of the night.

Seeing Wang Xiuyuan's arrival, Mars stood up to greet him and then pointed to the people in the booth, introducing them to Wang Xiuyuan one by one.

"Wang Xiuyuan, let me give you a grand introduction. These are all my best friends.

This is Renoson; his family mainly deals in the oil business. This is Devik; his family's main business is in banking, finance, and securities.

This is..."

While introducing their names, Mars also thoughtfully introduced the scope of their family businesses, a point that Wang Xiuyuan was very satisfied with.

Although these people were only second-generation heirs and were not involved in managing the family businesses, it was always a good thing to get to know influential people. Once familiar, they might come in handy.

However, Wang Xiuyuan soon noticed something was wrong. When Mars introduced these people, he only gave their first names and did not mention their surnames. In social etiquette, this was a very rude thing to do.

Take Wang Xiuyuan for example; when introducing himself to others, he wouldn't just say his name was Xiuyuan—he would certainly include his surname.

Only after becoming familiar could others call him Xiuyuan to show closeness; those who weren't familiar could only call him Mr. Wang.

Yet Mars specifically only told Wang Xiuyuan their first names and not their surnames. There was definitely a problem here.

With over a decade of experience in the real estate industry in his past life, having dealt with countless shrewd individuals, Wang Xiuyuan had summarized many effective life experiences.

He deeply understood a principle: 'When something contrary to common sense appears, there must be an inevitability behind its occurrence.'

If these people were just little lackeys that Mars could order around at will, then Mars's casual attitude when introducing them to Wang Xiuyuan would still fall within the scope of normal circumstances.

But the truth was exactly the opposite. Mars appeared very formal when introducing them, and his attitude toward them even carried a hint of respect.

These people must have significant backgrounds; otherwise, there would be no need for such secrecy. Wang Xiuyuan's vigilance instantly spiked.

"Finally, let me give a grand introduction to the protagonist of tonight, Mr. Wang Xiuyuan.

I met him at a friend's party. Unlike the Chinese-Americans in our impressions, he is a humorous and exceptionally talented Chinese-American, and he has a famous nickname.

The [Nightclub Little Prince], everyone, please welcome him with applause!"

As Mars finished his introduction, a sparse round of applause rang out in the booth, as if they didn't really take Wang Xiuyuan to heart.

However, this was normal. In this day and age, how many people would look a Chinese person in the eye? Wang Xiuyuan knew very well that these people only clapped just now to give Mars face.

Their arrogant and contemptuous attitudes were displayed clearly, almost written directly on their faces.

Yet their gazes remained fixed on Wang Xiuyuan, constantly sizing him up as if they were exceptionally interested in him. This phenomenon was very contradictory.

They looked down on him, yet were very interested in him. This left Wang Xiuyuan completely baffled.

"Tonight we've met a new friend, which is a rare and good thing. I suggest we all have a drink to celebrate," Devik proposed.

With Devik taking the lead, the others chimed in one after another, and someone even took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Wang Xiuyuan.

"Thank you, everyone. It's an honor to meet you. Cheers."

The crystal wine glasses clinked against each other in the air, making a crisp sound.

Wang Xiuyuan drained the wine in his glass. Just as he was about to pour more, someone surprisingly beat him to it and picked up the bottle to pour for him.

"Wang, I heard you're a student at Yale?"

Such a question lacked substance, but it was a good entry point; through chatting, one could discover more topics to discuss.

"That's right, a sophomore in the law school. However, due to some personal matters that need handling, I've temporarily taken a leave of absence.

What about you all? Looking at you, you should have all graduated, right?"

While answering the other person's question, Wang Xiuyuan also threw out his own question.

The biggest taboo when two strangers chat is letting the conversation fall flat. Only when both parties have questions can the conversation go deeper and last longer, while also allowing one to learn more information about the other.

"We graduated long ago. Speaking of which, we're alumni. Renoson, Charlieson, and I all graduated from Yale University. The others graduated from Harvard University, Brown University, and the University of Pennsylvania.

Why did you take a leave of absence? Did something happen at home?"

"Indeed, some significant changes occurred, but it's not very convenient to talk about."

Wang Xiuyuan brushed over this question with a single sentence, not wanting to delve deeper into the topic with them at all, but the other party didn't seem to understand his intention.

"We haven't been in contact before, so I wonder what kind of business Mr. Wang's family is in? Is it convenient to say?

If there's an opportunity in the future, we can look out for each other. We talked with Mars before you arrived, and she didn't seem very clear about it either."

This method of probing was incredibly crude and lacked any level of sophistication, which instantly made Wang Xiuyuan realize these people's status within their families. He simply didn't bother wasting time with them.

"I really don't know how to answer that question. We're all young people; beating around the bush and slowly probing is a huge waste of time.

Besides, these things can be found out clearly as long as you spend a little time and money. Why don't we be more honest? Let's reveal our identities to each other, and then you can directly tell me the purpose of inviting me here tonight.

How about it?"

As soon as Wang Xiuyuan said this, it completely threw these people off.

They were dumbfounded, looking at each other, and for a moment, no one spoke. From this, it was evident that these Second-generation rich kids truly lacked experience.

"Guys, let's just be honest.

I've run into Mars a few times at parties, and it's clear her family is very wealthy. Since you can be good friends with her, I assume your family backgrounds aren't bad either.

Mars only introduced your names and what your families do just now. I wonder which prestigious families you all come from?"

These Second-generation rich kids lacked social experience. Setting aside their backgrounds, Wang Xiuyuan's conversational skills could easily handle these guys.

If he couldn't even hold his own against these rookies, then the experience he gained from dealing with those old foxes in his past life would have been a joke!