Chapter 79

In the brightly lit hall, dozens of dancers, some skilled and others clumsy, turned the center of the hall into a huge, spinning stage, and the atmosphere had reached a climax: the noble dancers and the luxurious ball had everyone excited. John was no exception.

With his right hand tightly holding Anna's incredibly elastic back, he admired her pretty face, and his feet moved lightly, making him feel as if he were about to fly.

In fact, John's dancing skills were quite good. His mother, Elizabeth, was an excellent dancer who had taught him various dance steps from a young age. They often danced together to the soft hum of music when they were bored. Now, dancing with Anna in this hall, although he was a bit flustered at first, he quickly adapted after just a few seconds.

The rest was pure enjoyment.

When John politely invited Anna to dance, he was worried that she might refuse, as he hadn't given her a good first impression. However, he didn't expect that this beautiful girl would agree after only a slight hesitation. In fact, John had underestimated his own appeal. For the girls of this era, aside from his tall stature and relatively good looks, the unique aura he exuded was also quite attractive.

Time travelers always have some advantages.

In the dance floor, the two were undoubtedly the most eye-catching couple.

Although modern Germans are tall, in this era, over a hundred years ago, they were not considered particularly tall. It was only after several generations of improved nutrition that they gradually grew taller. John was 1.85 meters tall, and Anna was over 1.7 meters, making their tall figures stand out like cranes among chickens.

Thus, Pick, standing in the corner of the hall, was in tears again...

...

After one dance, John and Anna, slightly out of breath, returned to Pick's side, their faces flushed from the brief excitement. During the latter half of the dance, both felt they were in perfect sync, especially Anna, who rarely danced with someone of John's height. This time, she experienced a different feeling.

However, just as they were about to take a break and dance again, a middle-aged noblewoman in her forties suddenly approached, a warm smile on her face. "Anna, are these two your new friends?"

Anyone could tell that this noblewoman was definitely Anna's mother.

With a face that could have been carved from the same mold, a similarly tall figure, and a similar style of dress, the two were strikingly similar.

"Mom!"

Sure enough, upon seeing the middle-aged noblewoman, Anna's bright smile immediately dimmed. She quickly introduced them with a smile, "This is Mr. John Hunter, an American who is currently studying at the University of Berlin."

"Hello, Mrs. Bristow, it's a pleasure to meet you."

John hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

"And this is Mr. Hunter's friend, a local from Berlin..."

When introducing Pick, Anna became somewhat awkward. She couldn't remember if Pick had introduced himself, but clearly, she only remembered that he was a local and had forgotten this "bystander's" name.

Swallowing his tears, Pick performed a gentlemanly bow and introduced himself respectfully, "Pick Schwartz, it's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Bristow!"

After the two bowed, the noblewoman also nodded slightly and then carefully examined John.

She had, of course, seen Anna and John dancing in the hall and couldn't help but pay attention to this tall young man while feeling proud of her daughter. It had to be said that John's appearance was excellent, and his polite demeanor easily won people's favor...

At least on the surface, John and Anna were quite well-matched.

Of course, it was just one dance, and Mrs. Bristow hadn't thought too much about it. She had just subconsciously taken an interest in this young man and came over to meet him.

With Mrs. Bristow's arrival, John naturally couldn't continue inviting Anna to dance, but he was reluctant to leave, so he stayed to chat with the mother and daughter. Pick, who was deeply hurt, found the conversation boring after a few exchanges and politely excused himself. He felt like an outsider around John and Anna, and even with Mrs. Bristow's involvement, nothing changed. It was better to find his own entertainment.

"Mr. Hunter, what are you studying at the University of Berlin?"

After a while of small talk, Mrs. Bristow asked a question that Anna was also very interested in.

"I am studying at the medical school."

John smiled and answered frankly.

"Mr. Hunter wants to become a doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Bristow's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed slightly. She didn't look down on the medical profession; after all, medicine had always been one of the three major academic disciplines, and in recent years, Germany had made many discoveries in the field, increasing people's understanding of its importance and raising the status of doctors. However, overall, except for a few, the medical profession was not a high-income group. Looking at John's well-tailored suit and the shoes on his feet, Mrs. Bristow found it hard to imagine that an American medical student could afford such attire!

Of course, she didn't know that this suit was John's diplomatic outfit, which he kept at home. He usually wore much simpler clothes at school.

"Yes, that is my dream."

Under Anna's curious gaze, John nodded and smiled, "Although my grandfather might prefer me to study some industrial or business knowledge in Germany to inherit the family business, after coming here, I found myself more interested in medicine, so I changed my plans... Of course, I won't abandon the family business while studying. I will also help find partners in Germany, as I am doing now!"

After a brief pause, John revealed one of his main purposes for attending the ball tonight.

Meeting more people at such a high-level ball, especially entrepreneurs who were more capable than Pick and Luther, was indeed John's primary goal. The secondary goal was to take advantage of the opportunity to relax and pass the time.

However...

John himself might not have noticed, but his words to Anna and Mrs. Bristow might have had another, undiscovered purpose...

After hearing John's words, Mrs. Bristow got her answer. While not entirely convinced, she smiled and asked casually, "Oh? Mr. Hunter plans to find partners in Germany? To help sell your industrial products?"

Mrs. Bristow had no interest in American goods.

"No, I plan to build a factory in Berlin."

John shook his head and smiled, "Have you heard of the Flying Pigeon bicycles? That's the family business I mentioned. I am currently looking for someone to collaborate with to produce these bicycles in Berlin!"

"Flying Pigeon bicycles?"

Upon hearing John's words, both Mrs. Bristow and Miss Bristow exclaimed softly...