"Yes! When attending such a high-end party, your family members didn't tell you not to talk nonsense, otherwise you will easily offend others.

It is not terrible to offend others, but what is terrible is that it exposes one's own shortcomings of lack of education.

In that case, the person who loses is not himself, but the entire family." Naturally, Zhang Junping would not tolerate such people.

"You, boy, who are you? Do you know where this place is?"

"Yes, this is also a place where you can come?"

"I don't know, this is where the Chinese and..."

How could Zhang Junping let him say the next words? He just glared and a murderous intent enveloped him, like a net, surrounding the people on the opposite side.

The few people who had just made rude remarks felt their hearts tighten at the same time, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast. The timid ones began to tremble, and they could no longer say the next words.

"Your fathers didn't tell you that you can eat randomly and don't talk nonsense. You will die!" Zhang Junping stared at the people opposite him coldly.

Since Zhang Junping's breakthrough in oil painting, his use of spiritual power has become more mature and flexible.

Zhang Junping visualized the power of the tiger descending the mountain in his mind, and turned this power into spiritual power to press against the opponent.

"Ah!" Finally one person couldn't bear Zhang Junping's momentum and screamed.

"Tiger!"

After shouting, he sat down on the ground, and soon a pool of yellow water stains appeared on the ground.

It's very eye-catching on the white marble floor.

The one who screamed was the person who just wanted to talk about Chinese people and dogs.

Zhang Junping's momentum took special care of him.

"what happened?"

The young man's scream finally alerted the others.

George Fairburn came over quickly.

"George, if you don't welcome me, I can leave. Please don't find a few racist people to come and humiliate me!" Zhang Junping was the first to complain.

"Dear Zhang, you are my best friend, how could I not welcome you!

What is the racial discrimination you are talking about?" George Fairburn asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Stuart, that's it. This gentleman just said..." Without Zhang Junping opening his mouth, Yin Sabel Adjani repeated what had just happened.

"Sorry! Dear Zhang, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation of this matter." George Fairburn was furious, but he had to lower his posture to explain to Zhang Junping.

The person who had just caused trouble was a member of the Stuart family, a nephew of George Fairburn.

The Stuart family is a very large family. As the actual controller of the family, George Fairburn lives in the Stuart Manor. Other branches, such as his younger brothers and sisters, all have other residences outside.

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George Fairburn also didn't expect that the person causing trouble would be his nephew.

There was also a racial discrimination scandal.

This has a great impact on a family's reputation.

Although more than 90% of people in Europe and the United States are racist, everyone secretly hides it in their hearts and there are certain things that can be done and cannot be said.

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"Drag him out, and he will not be allowed to set foot in the Stuart Manor from now on." George Fairburn suppressed his anger and remained rational.

"And you guys, I don't care whose children you are, the Stuart family won't welcome you in the future! You can leave!" Then he issued an expulsion order to several other young people.

Several young people left with pale faces.

What happened today was more than embarrassing. They were driven away from the Stuart Manor and entered the Stuart family's blacklist.

What awaits them when they return home?

They are just one of the heirs, and there are many people who are willing to add insult to injury.

For the so-called nobility, family ties are thinner than paper, and interests always outweigh everything else.

"Well, there was a little misunderstanding just now. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I hope everyone has a good night." George Fairburn neatly drove away several young people and then said to everyone.

George Fairborn's decisive killing made Zhang Junping look at him with suspicion. Such a person is a good partner.

Because of several young reasons, Zhang Junping became the focus of the banquet hall.

Soon everyone figured out Zhang Junping's identity.

Zhang Junping and Yin Sabel Adjani became the most eye-catching couple at the party. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was sexy and enchanting.

Yin Sabel Adjani was very familiar with celebrities in Paris, France. She took Zhang Junping's arm and introduced him to celebrities attending parties from time to time.

"Dear, this is Mr. Carlson. Mr. Carlson is also engaged in art trading and is also a world-famous collector.

The main market is over the Bald Eagle side.”

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, it's a great honor to meet you.

The "Pastoral Scenery" series of oil paintings are very good and continue the style of Rubens.

I have to say that "Pastoral Scenery" will become a great work of art and will definitely be sought after by all collectors in the future." Carlson shook hands with Zhang Junping warmly and said hello.

"Thank you Mr. Carlson for the compliment! I also hope that one day I can reach the heights of Rubens and Picasso."

"Yes! I believe this day will not be too long ago, and I am very much looking forward to that day!

That way, as a friend, I will feel very honored."

Good guy, after just a few words of conversation, Carlson has naturally put himself in the position of Zhang Junping's friend.

Maybe, this is a businessman!

"Haha! Mr. Carlson, if that day comes, I will definitely give you a painting to commemorate our friendship." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

The most hypocritical people in this world are businessmen, and the most hypocritical people are undoubtedly antique dealers.

Talking about feelings, asking for high prices, and scheming against each other.

In the end, the high price was paid, and I felt very disadvantaged when I had to carry a pair. I only sold it to you for the sake of our feelings.

"When you say that, I look forward to it even more. I wish you can reach the top one day soon!" Carlson raised his glass and clinked it with Zhang Junping.

Yin Sabel and Adjani held Zhang Junping's arm and walked around the banquet hall. From time to time, people came over to say hello.

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Zhang Junping received a lot of business cards and also gave out a lot of business cards.

Those who came today are all businessmen in the art market or powerful collectors.

In short, they are all social celebrities, either business elites or high-ranking officials in government departments.

Abroad, in these so-called democratic countries, the person who truly controls the destiny of the country is definitely not the so-called democratically elected president at the top.

But these are senior officials from various government departments.

No matter how the president above changes, these senior officials will not change. They control key departments of the country.

After a while, twenty or thirty people approached him through various means, expressly or implicitly, to buy the paintings.

In this regard, Zhang Junping did not refuse anyone. He only said that Zhang Junping smiled and said to everyone: Friends do not talk about buying, only talking about exchange.

Like George Fairburne, trading Chinese antiques for oil paintings.

George Fairburn didn't look very good, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, Zhang Junping promised that in exchange, he would also enjoy priority.

In fact, the so-called priority is just a psychological comfort. In the end, it still depends on who pays the higher price.

This kind of party is basically divided into three parts. The first part is for everyone to get to know each other and expand their network.

The second part is about having fun, dancing ballroom dances, getting to know each other, or finding goals that suit each other.

The third part, of course, is to reach a consensus after the goal is determined, and then find a place to go to the Paradise together.

Zhang Junping and Yin Sabel Adjani simply omitted the second step. When the party reached the second stage, the two of them left Stuart Manor early.

Zhang Junping drove and took Yin Sabel Adjani to the George V Hotel in the city. This is the most luxurious hotel in Paris, a palace-level hotel.

We opened a suite and after entering the room, neither of them spoke, they just stuck together.

The next day, Zhang Junping opened his eyes and felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

The firepower I have accumulated after being in Paris for so long cannot be consumed in one night, but it has also been greatly relieved.

On the second day, the two of them stayed in the hotel without going out. It wasn't until the third day that Yin Sabel and Adjani left for work that the date ended.

Although he had worked hard for two days and two nights, Zhang Junping did not look tired at all. On the contrary, he was full of energy. His whole body seemed to have been washed away from dust, and he felt relaxed and at ease.

"Master, where have you been? Why haven't you come back for two days?" As soon as he stopped the car and walked into the castle, Sophie Marceau ran over and took Zhang Junping's hand and said coquettishly.

"Haha! I haven't seen you for two days and you miss your master? Tell me, what is your purpose?" Zhang Junping smiled and scratched Sophie Marceau's nose.

"Master, people are really worried about you!" Sophie Marceau continued coquettishly while shaking Zhang Junping's arm.
To be continued...