Early the next morning, as soon as Lu Feng finished breakfast, the lobby manager came over with a man in his thirties and said to Lu Feng: "Mr. Lu, this is the translator you have found for you. The salary is calculated daily.
One hundred francs."
Lu Feng looked at the man and sized him up. The man also said hello in English, saying that he knew the situation in Paris very well and could go wherever he wanted.
"That's good, take me to a place later, on the street of Notre Dame." After Lu Feng said that, the lobby manager left.
A few minutes later, the two of them went downstairs, stopped a car and drove straight to their destination!
Notre Dame Avenue is the most famous street in Paris. Tourists come and go in droves, all heading towards this ancient palace of art. Three kilometers away from here is a small stadium. This expo starts here. Come and participate.
There are more than a thousand companies in the country and they are expected to launch hundreds of new products.
Lu Feng got out of the car and looked at the stadium in front of him. There were many tourists taking photos in the square. Obviously not many people knew that a semiconductor expo would be held here the day after tomorrow. They cared more about the photos taken by the photographers they paid for.
Does it look good or not?
The translator looked at the scene in front of him and whispered: "Boss, you said a semiconductor expo will be held here?"
"That's right, let's go up and ask first to see if it's true." Lu Feng walked towards the gymnasium. It will open the day after tomorrow. It should be almost ready by now. The staff are all here.
"What is a semiconductor?" the translator asked, somewhat puzzled.
"The core processor, you can simply understand it as the brain of the machine. What is your education level?" Lu Feng glanced at him.
"Bachelor's degree, double major in English and painting." The translator said quite proudly.
"Then do you know ST?" Lu Feng asked casually.
"What is st?"
"The largest semiconductor company in your country is similar in size to companies such as Nokia/Siemens in Europe. It's just that this company has no products and directly connects with terminal product companies." Lu Feng said casually.
The translator shrugged, seeming very unconcerned, and muttered casually: "This is the capital of art."
"If there are no cannons, industry, and core high-tech industries behind art, where will art be?" Lu Feng didn't want to talk to him about these useless things. He walked to the door of the venue and saw that the door was closed tightly, and there were several rows of people standing at the door.
There are flags of some international associations. It seems that this is the biggest external propaganda. At most, the mainstream media will mention it, and a few ordinary people will pay attention to the mainstream media.
Many countries are just whales at the bottom of the sea. They don’t seem to have any advantages. When you really get into the industry, you will find that these grandsons are really pretending. They have all kinds of industries, but they just don’t say it. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are engaged in art.
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"There's a window over there, and there seems to be someone there." The translator pointed to an external window not far away.
Lu Feng walked over. This was a consultation window. Sitting there was a woman in her thirties, slightly plump. She looked at Lu Feng and said, "What's the matter? I'm about to get off work."
"Hello, I would like to ask, is the Paris Semiconductor Expo held here?" Lu Feng asked her.
After listening to the translation, the woman nodded and said, "Yes, didn't you see the flag at the door?"
Lu Feng glanced at the invitation in his hand and said to her: "That's it, the boss of our company received the invitation, but he couldn't come due to time constraints, so he sent me to take a look, but the name on the invitation is not mine.
His name, can you help me solve this matter?"
After hearing this, the woman stared at Lu Feng and looked at him. She didn't look like the kind of person who picked up an invitation letter on the roadside. She said, "This expo is not open to the public. Only industry insiders who have received invitations can do so."
If you are qualified to enter, does your company have a stamped authorization letter? Authorizing you to participate in this event."
"This... you can have it, but I don't have it with me. Can it be convenient? It's not easy for me to fly here from the UK." Lu Feng hurriedly dug into his pocket and took out the wallet he had prepared.
After reading the invitation letter, he handed it in through the window and said: "Thank you!"
The woman wanted to talk about getting off work, but when she opened the invitation and saw the money inside, she raised her carefully drawn eyebrows, with a smile on her face, and said to Lu Feng: "You are lucky enough to come here, we are here to solve your problem.
Yes, we first need to confirm whether the person on this invitation letter is on the invitation list, and then send an email to the invitee. I will go find our director, please wait a moment."
"Okay, thank you!"
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he stood outside feeling helpless. Didn't that guy Sean say it was very simple? Why should he contact him to check the authenticity?
In the past, the expo was open to the public, and there would be some lists of media reporters, so it was relatively easy to sneak in. This year's expo is not open to the public, but only communication between companies, which is relatively strict.
Ten minutes later, a white man in his fifties walked out, looking like a leader. He walked up to Lu Feng, and the woman just introduced him: "This is the director of our reception office."
"How did you get this invitation? This is an invitation from Germany's Skok Transistor Company. This company is not big, so it only issued one invitation." The director stared at Lu Feng, obviously doubting the origin of the invitation.
Lu Feng could tell from his words that Sean might have a handbag company, and the other party knew it, so he gave one to him.
"Our boss is temporarily busy, so let me take a look. As the general manager of the company, I plan to get to know more companies at the expo this year and reach some cooperation." Lu Feng replied in a rather official manner.
"Is that so? It's not easy to come here. Our expo mainly provides convenience and communication for the development of the industry. It's not to embarrass you. According to the regulations, I'm afraid it's not possible." The director said and returned the invitation letter.
Lu Feng.
After Lu Feng heard this, he looked back at his translator and asked, "Are you sure what he said is according to the regulations?"
"The translation is correct!"
"Then I understand." Lu Feng reacted and took out all his money from his pocket. Most of it was US dollars, probably several thousand dollars. He put it in the invitation letter in front of them and handed it over.
, said: "You're lucky, we are a small company. If we can't handle this matter, I'm afraid I won't even have a job when I go back."
The director was also a cheerful person. He counted the money in front of Lu Feng, put it directly into his pocket, and said, "Understood. I'll change your name. You guys wait a moment."
After the two went back, the translator stood aside and smacked his lips and said, "This rotten world sometimes feels so hopeless."
"When you get rich, you will find that the world is different. We have no power to change the rules and can only obey." Lu Feng lit a cigarette and turned around to look at the tourists in the square and stopped talking.
After waiting for almost an hour, the receptionist at the window came out and handed Lu Feng a new invitation letter, except that it had Lu Feng's name on it.
"Okay, let's go back." Lu Feng looked at the invitation in his hand, feeling quite good.
The sun is shining brightly in Paris today, and there is a gust of wind blowing in the hot air, which makes people not want to hide in the air-conditioned room. Zhang Fengxia has been here for two days, and she has reversed the jet lag. She just strolls around the streets doing nothing every day.
She couldn't understand what the people around her were saying, and everything around her seemed a bit strange to her. Yesterday there was a person selling tour groups, but today there was no one to talk to.
Pedestrians were in a hurry, and a person walked alone on the busy street. She found a shop and bought an ice cream. As soon as she walked out of the door, a white man dressed in a slightly vicissitudes of life pointed the camera at her and clicked the shutter.
The man stepped forward to show Zhang Fengxia the photo and muttered French. What he meant was that the photo was beautiful and artistic. If you want it, you can pay me a sum of money. If you don't want it, I will.
Keep it.
Zhang Fengxia looked at herself in the camera and frowned, and said in English: "Please delete my photos."
"Nonono, money, give me money, you are very beautiful." The man was still praising Zhang Fengxia in simple words.
"I don't want it, delete the photo!" Zhang Fengxia scolded.
When the man saw that he couldn't get any money, he threw his hands up and was ready to leave. These unsold photos would be packaged and sold to some magazines or other companies that needed the rights to use the photos to make some money on the film.
Before the man could walk away, a woman in her thirties rushed up and chatted with the man. The man had no choice but to throw the rubber sole into the trash can.
"Are you okay? These people often do this kind of thing, mainly for tourists." The woman said to Zhang Fengxia in fluent English.
"It's okay, thank you very much." Zhang Fengxia said politely: "I don't know how to thank you. How about we have dinner together?"
The woman did not hesitate and nodded in agreement. Zhang Fengxia had been in this foreign country for the past few days and had an indescribable feeling in her heart. She was still wavering about those things.
Now I finally met someone who could talk. I told my whole story at the dinner table. The woman opposite me was eating, listening to this story, and said: "I think such a man is not worthy of your nostalgia. You
They should have a better life, but in fact, men don’t have any good things.”
"But now I can't let go. I feel like I am squeezed between two mountains. No matter which way I go, it will be wrong. I don't want to feel sorry for Sister Xiaoyan, but I can't go against the feelings deep in my heart.
." Zhang Fengxia picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, looking slightly distressed.
"You have wasted your great youth here in the past few years. Everything you have now is thanks to him, and you still have to wait for him in a strange city. This relationship is entirely your own hard work. I
Let me tell you, men are like this, men are the most disgusting creatures in the world, bar none." The woman said viciously.