At the top of City Lord's Mansion.
There was a lavish hall spanning a full 3,000 square meters.
It was packed with distinguished guests, with several hundred attendees gathered in a bustling crowd.
Every person at the tables, male or female, was exquisitely dressed and attractive.
Each carried themselves with extraordinary poise, their every gesture exuding the air of high society.
These were the true top-tier tycoons of T-two District, utterly incomparable to those outside.
On the eastern side of the hall stood a massive stage, entirely covered in expensive red carpeting. Both sides were strewn with rose petals, making the whole setting feel exceptionally festive.
A handsome young tycoon looked at the arrangement onstage and hesitated slightly. "Why are there three chairs on the stage?"
Someone added, "Exactly. Logically speaking, there should be two newlyweds and two chairs."
"I heard the City Lord invited his own matchmaker and is treating him like an honored guest!"
A blond man with a pale face and heavy dark circles—clearly someone who had indulged himself far too much—curled his lip. "A matchmaker? You people from China really make a big deal out of everything! How can a matchmaker sit in a place of honor? The City Lord is usually too charitable, always treating everyone with undue respect. Some lowly people should simply be ignored!"
Someone beside him said, "Keep your voice down. Don't let the City Lord hear you."
The blond man curled his lip. "So what if he hears? My company and the City Lord are business partners! Neither of us can do without the other. Would he really blame me over such a trivial matter? Hmph."
Suddenly, the blond man felt someone lightly tap his shoulder.
He slowly turned around and lifted his eyelids slightly, only to see an elderly man