Connie Cruz watched helplessly as Jing Gao was called away by his male assistant and disappeared through a doorway of the banquet hall. Feeling extremely depressed, she went back again, took a glass of red wine from the waiter's hand, and drank two gulps.
"Hi, Connie, why do you look so ugly?" A petite blond girl passed by and greeted her with a smile.
She is about 1.63 meters tall, wearing a strapless blue dress, and her skin is as white and tender as milk. Her exquisite facial features and big blue eyes are extremely outstanding.
Connie Cruz stroked her red dress, shook her head and said, "Oh, no. Helena, are you planning to go..."
Helena Beah comes from a farm in the south of France. Her father is a shrewd Jewish businessman, and her mother was a model for Gucci in the early years and is now an editor at the famous fashion magazine "Elle". She is a mixed-race woman. She is currently traveling in France.
A good university is to study liberal arts at Ecole Normale Supérieure in Paris.
She and Helena Beah met at a friend's party in Paris, had a good conversation, and had each other's Twitter accounts.
Helena Bea smiled and said: "After watching the good show, I'm ready to leave. What about you, haven't you found a male partner to spend the evening with?"
Connie Cruz was in a slightly better mood. She brought her a glass of wine, clinked the glass with her, and said, "What are you talking about? You don't know my situation?"
"Uh" Helena Bea smiled sympathetically and understandingly. Connie was not free.
While the two were chatting, Jing Gao was being led out of the lively banquet hall by Dong Youwei and went to a slightly dim corridor to meet with people from the embassy.
The luxurious manor of the Pinault family does not even install cameras for spies and agents. The Hollywood blockbuster Mission: Impossible filmed American agents very well. No matter what party the rich man throws, he can bring guns and cameras inside to monitor the whole place.
.
That's nonsense!
In Hollywood blockbusters, Americans save the earth hundreds or thousands of times. Do you believe that?
"Counsellor Wu? Hello." Jing Gao felt a little strange and smiled and shook hands with Counselor Wu.
Counselor Wu looked anxious yet calm. After shaking hands with Jing Gao, he whispered: "Mr. Jing, we have received definite news that there will be gunmen ambushing you on your way back tonight. You must be careful.
"
Jing Gao was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face.
When it comes to security issues, Jun Zi has talked a lot in his ears since coming to Paris. Yesterday when he was sending Dong Lingxi back, he was asked to ride in a bulletproof vehicle for dozens of meters. In his heart, he still believed in what Jun Zi said.
After all, it is not unusual for someone to be shot abroad, have a car accident, plane crash, food poisoning, etc.
The commander-in-chief of Yingjiang was often shot.
At his level, with a business worth tens of billions of euros, the interests involved are extremely huge. It is not impossible for his opponents to use extreme methods to eliminate him and reverse the situation.
Counselor Wu waited for Jing Gao to digest the news for a while, and then said: "Mr. Jing, if you need assistance from the embassy, the embassy can send a car to pick you up. No matter how brave those people are, they would not dare to shoot at the vehicles of our embassy.
"
Jing Gao pondered for a while and said, "Counsellor Wu, please wait a moment. I'll ask my security director."
It was already more than ten minutes after Jinggao returned to the luxurious and lively banquet hall. The subordinates around him began to retreat one by one.
Teacher Zheng and several other subordinates first took a car and were escorted by a group of bodyguards back to No. 12 Rotan Street, District 16. Dong Lingxi, Chen Qingshuang, and Ouyang Wan were escorted by Counselor Wu and took the car of the embassy that arrived later to go to the ambassador.
Stay in the hotel temporarily.
Jing Gao was accompanied by Dong Youwei, who continued to attract attention in the banquet hall. According to Junzi's judgment, there must be an "eyesider" at this banquet.
He will leave the Pinault family's luxurious estate on the outskirts of Paris at a later time to implement his plan.
Teacher Zheng enjoyed the banquet like a duck to water all night. The banquet started at eight o'clock. It was now around 11 o'clock at night. He felt a little tipsy. He sat in the Mercedes-Benz business car and looked at the French town and the field scenery receding outside the car window.
, asked his companion with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Jing didn't leave?"
"Something happened, Mr. Dong arranged for us to go back first."
"Oh." Teacher Zheng straightened his gray hair and didn't care. He closed his eyes and took a nap. The drive back took nearly an hour.
Dong Lingxi, Ouyang Wan, and Chen Qingshuang need to know more. Sitting in the Mercedes-Benz with the embassy license plate, Dong Lingxi said worriedly: "What is going on? Is everything going to be okay?"
Ouyang Wan looked at the dark night outside the car window. There seemed to be a terrifying beast hidden inside, which made her nervous and worried. She comforted herself and said to herself: "Brother Jing insists on staying, so it should be fine!"
At this time, she could only trust Jing Gao blindly. She saw with her own eyes that Jing Gao had gone through ups and downs in the business world.
Chen Qingshuang pursed her lips tightly. Just now, Brother Jing just told them that the situation was urgent and there was danger on the way back. She asked them to follow the people from the embassy and go back to the embassy for shelter. She took the opportunity to ask Qi Feijun, the security director, who was Brother Jing.
He said "military son" and repeatedly promised that nothing would happen.
"Brother Jing must have his plan. I asked Manager Qi and he said it's okay."
"well"
The three women in the car fell silent
"Privately, Gao Jing is still in the banquet hall. He is communicating with Jacques Bellot, the artistic director and chief conductor of the Paris Symphony Orchestra."
"Haha, he is quite smart. He fired two smoke bombs in a row. Continue to monitor and see what he is up to? Keep communicating with the other side."
A middle-aged white man ordered while holding a cigarette.
Idaka was indeed in the ballroom talking to the artistic director of the Orchester Symphony of the City of Paris, which occupies a corner of the circular ballroom.
Anyone who has watched a symphony knows that an orchestra consists of a large number of people. First violinist, second violinist, and so on. There is also a strict and orderly promotion channel within them.
In other words, human beings are all like this. They all have a relatively high degree of vanity. Therefore, if a society wants to maintain vitality, it must have clearly defined classes so that people can constantly have goals to strive for. But at the same time, as a governor, you must
It is necessary to ensure that class changes and flow, and that class cannot be solidified.
A clear saying from Taoism: Running water does not rot, and door hinges do not suffer from beetles.
"Mr. Jacques Bellot, the performance level of your orchestra is really great. I wonder if you are interested in going to the East to perform such a performance?"
Jing Gao asked Ouyang Wan to leave first, leaving Dong Youwei beside him. At this time, Dong Youwei translated for Jing Gao in English.
Regardless of the fact that Jing Gao's first batch of assistants Guan Yujia, Dong Youwei, and Jiang Zi all had no "strategic" ability, it was difficult for them to provide good advice when Jing Gao made major decisions.
But his basic qualities are still excellent. Dong Youwei is thirty-two years old, hardworking, diligent, and naturally proficient in English.
Jacques Bellot is an old white man with gray hair, meticulously dressed in a suit, and wearing a pair of reading glasses. He is sixty-eight years old this year. He listened hard to Dong Youwei's English. Jing Gao was the guest of "celebration banquet" tonight.
As the guest of honor, someone next to him reminded me of Jing Gao's identity. For such a super-rich capitalist, even if he has the pride of an artist and is well spoken to, he certainly won't lose his temper.
The reason why it sounds difficult to listen is not that Dong Youwei's spoken English is poor, but that Jacques Bellot is old and his English listening level is average.
Don’t doubt the French people’s love and pride for the French language. If a British person asks for directions in English, the answer he will most likely get is: “Sorry, iannotspeakEnglish.”
Of course, this is due to the feud between Britain and France.
In addition, this is not the pride of the French. You must know that in the era of continental hegemony, French was basically used when concluding alliances between great powers. Because French refers to clearly, there will be no ambiguity.
English is different. Many words have ambiguities.
However, who allowed the British Empire to dominate the world for 200 years, and then the American Empire to become the world's only superpower? English has almost become the global lingua franca.
After listening to this, Jacques Bellot said to Takao I: "We have toured the East. We have no plans to perform in China for the time being."
Jing Gao wanted to kill time anyway and keep himself in the sight of "everyone". Because Jun Zi had analyzed that if the opponent's ambush was due to business matters, he would be the only target. Dong Lingxi's value
A little bigger and others won't be targets at all.
Jing Gao smiled and held a glass of lemonade. He already knew that the "danger" was coming. He would definitely not dare to drink anymore at this time. He exercised and took good care of himself. From the beginning of the banquet to this time, he drank only a little champagne.
Not enough to dull his mind,"
Mr. Bello, I admire the performance of your symphony orchestra tonight. Therefore, I hope to hear your music at the banquet I hosted. Of course, the journey to China is long and tiring, and I am willing to respond accordingly
compensation.”
Jing Gao said it very tactfully. No matter how dull Jacques Bellot was, he could still tell that the big boss was willing to pay! Regarding the specific salary and conditions, not to mention that a tycoon of Mr. Jing's level would not discuss it, even he was unwilling to do so.
Of course, Mr. Jing doesn't want to talk about this because his time is valuable and he doesn't bother with such trivial matters. He doesn't want to talk about it because he is proud of being an artist.
He said: "Mr. Jing, thank you very much for your praise and appreciation. Please forgive me for our group's itinerary. I am old and can't remember it. I need to go back and check. Maybe we can leave each other's contact information."
With that said, he called his young assistant over.
Jing Gao smiled slightly in his heart and asked Dong Youwei to leave his phone number and communicate the detailed situation later. In a capitalist society, it doesn't matter what the top orchestra is, you can pay for it.
Of course, the reason why he can gain respect is not because of money-making. In the oil trenches of the Middle East, the monarchs of small countries may not receive the same treatment as him. The key is that he first beat the richest man in Europe, the luxury goods giant Arnault, to his knees and begged for mercy, and just now he beat the veteran
The face of the successor leader of the French consortium Lagardère was rubbed against the ground!
The strong should be respected as a matter of course!
"Mr. Bello, can you play a dance song next? There are many beautiful girls tonight, and I hope to invite one of them to dance!"
After a pleasant exchange, Jacques Bellot agreed without hesitation, picked up the baton, nodded to Igao first, and then faced the members of his symphony orchestra. The baton rose, and the music sounded.
This is the classic banquet dance "Waltz".
People in the circular banquet hall heard the familiar melody, understood it, and vacated the seats in the middle. Pairs of handsome men and beautiful women walked into the dance floor.
Since Arthur Lagardère left, all the important people at the banquet have basically said goodbye: the bosses of Hermès, Chanel, L'Oréal, senior professional managers of Publicis Groupe, top designers under Kering Group, top
Art film directors, commercial film directors, and middle-aged and elderly actresses are all retreating one after another. Only little Pinault is still in the manor as the owner.
Those who are still interested after 11 o'clock in the night are basically young people.