When Chu Heng arrived, he slept all the time on the plane. He wasn't very sleepy, so he didn't sleep for long in the hotel. He fell asleep around two o'clock and woke up around five o'clock.
The temperature in Paris in April was not very high in the morning, only a few degrees. After waking up, Chu Heng wrapped himself in his nightgown and opened the curtains, and came to the balcony. The cool morning breeze blew in his face, making him excited.
"Oh! It's so cold!"
He supported the balcony railing with both hands and looked at the street scene. The sky was already slightly bright at this time, and the hazy morning light woke up this ancient city that had just fallen asleep.
Chu Heng's room is in a good location. You can see the famous Eiffel Tower from the balcony. Although this thing is famous, it's really just that.
In terms of history, it is not even a hundred years old, and it is not as long as the British recipes. It cannot be said to be beautiful, let alone future generations. Right now, many buildings around the world are much more beautiful than it.
Maybe it's because he can't resonate with it as a foreigner. Anyway, Chu Heng doesn't appreciate it. He just thinks it's a shabby settlement and he has no knowledge. If he catches something valuable, he will treat it as a family heirloom.
He looked at the iron tower in the distance and felt it was much worse than the stupid Big Wild Goose Pagoda. He curled his lips and wiped himself, went back to the house, washed himself up, lit a cigarette and went to the living room. He first called the hotel front desk to ask for it.
I had a cup of tea and ordered some food, then I browsed on the newspaper rack in the room, found an English version of a financial magazine, sat down in front of the sofa, and started reading boredly.
Chu Heng's English is pretty good. Although he doesn't understand many professional terms in magazines, he can still make some guesses based on the context, but it's a bit laborious.
After a quick glance, he quickly found an article that interested him. It was about an analysis of Citigroup's future economic situation by a professor from the Department of Finance at the University of Oxford in the UK.
Combined with Citigroup's intensifying fiscal deficit, credit expansion, expanding trade deficit, and other circumstances, the collapse of the Bretton Woods system was predicted, and the time was also predicted within five years!
Although it's not too precise, it's pretty close.
"This professor has something special!"
Chu Heng read the content of the article carefully again, lit a cigarette for himself thoughtfully, and thought about how he could use this opportunity to make a fortune.
There are actually many methods, but the difficult part is how to not attract attention.
"Ding dong!"
After thinking for a while, the bell rang at the door. Chu Heng came to his senses and was about to open the door. Cen Hao, who didn't know when he got up, rushed out of the room, opened the door handle and was greeted by the guest room steward pushing a trolley.
Come in.
There is only so much breakfast in France, and there is not much to choose from. Two glasses of milk, a few pieces of bread, two fried eggs, and a few slices of ham, that's all Chu Heng ordered.
"I wish you gentlemen a pleasant meal. If you need anything, please feel free to call me."
After the housekeeper put the things on the coffee table, he happily pushed the dining cart and left the room with the tip given by Chu Heng.
"What's the point of these crappy things? They're not as good as a bowl of rotten pork noodles." Cen Hao liked eating these when he first came abroad, but as time went by he got tired of them, and just looking at the things on the table turned him off.
"If you are out and about, just order it. It also has meat and eggs. Eat, eat, eat."
Chu Heng handed a piece of bread with jam to Cen Hao, and took another piece for himself. While eating it, he looked through other contents in the magazine to see if there was anything worthy of attention.
Unfortunately, until he finished breakfast, he didn't find anything interesting. It either introduced a certain capitalist or advocated some emerging industry, which was not very interesting.
After breakfast, Cen Hao called the housekeeper to pack things away. He then found Chu Heng who had finished reading the magazine with a cigarette in his mouth and asked: "What are the plans for today? Master Chu."
"Let's take a stroll." He made an appointment with Ben Shaming to visit at noon tomorrow, so he could move around freely today.
"Then I'll go find someone and ask them what's fun?" Cen Hao's eyes lit up and he asked eagerly.
"No need, let's take a break first, I will take you shopping later." Chu Heng glanced at this guy, he can guarantee that this guy will definitely take him to the red and other areas.
"Okay." Cen Hao, whose thoughts were guessed, turned back to his room in disappointment.
Then Chu Heng casually flipped through some other magazines and newspapers that he could understand. At about nine o'clock, the sun had risen a bit and the temperature had warmed up a lot. He notified the hotel to prepare a car and changed bodies with Cen Hao.
Put on simpler clothes and go out.
Like other foreigners who came here for the first time, he did not take Cen Hao to visit Notre Dame or the Seine River. Instead, he went directly to the Saint-Dogan Flea Market, known as the world's largest flea market, with a clear purpose.
The market is located in the 18th arrondissement in the north of Paris. It is also where Parisians often talk about the indignant Arabs, called the Arab Quarter for short.
The car started from the hotel and stopped all the way. It took almost an hour to get them to the place.
Chu Heng glanced at the noisy and huge market through the window, casually took out fifty francs and handed it to the driver: "We may have to go shopping for a while, you can find a place to have a cup of coffee, sir."
At this time, the franc had depreciated many times, and fifty yuan was almost equal to seven or eight US dollars, which was already a lot. The driver took the money in surprise, and then, for the sake of the money, kindly reminded him: "First of all, I want to thank you.
, Generous Sir, I also need to remind you that you must watch your wallet here."
"Thank you, I will take good care of it." Chu Heng smiled slightly, signaled to Cen Hao and got out of the car.
Standing at the entrance of the market, you are greeted by stalls, leather goods shops and clothing stores lined up under colorful nylon awnings. Many Arab shop owners stood in front of their shops and shouted loudly.
"Come and take a look, here are the most fashionable clothes."
"Want antique furniture? Medieval antique furniture is very rare."
"The tableware from the poor Duke's family needs an owner."
Chu Heng stood at the door, glanced at it, and handed Cen Hao five hundred francs: "We split up and went shopping on our own. When we're done, we went back to the car to meet up."
Under the gaze of greedy eyes, Cen Hao stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and asked with some worry: "Can you do it yourself? I saw a dozen Buddhas at a glance. This place is a bit...
It’s a mess.”
"Just be careful yourself. Remember, if something happens, just run away in the car. The hotel can handle it. Let's go." After Chu Heng warned him again, he quickly walked into the market and quickly disappeared.
In the noisy crowd.
Having been here several times in his previous life, he simply chose to ignore the enthusiastic shopkeepers and vendors, and just looked around in front of the shops and stalls.
After walking three to four hundred meters and driving away two or three thieves who wanted to reach into his pocket, Chu Heng stopped and picked up a vase and looked at it carefully.
This vase is new, a Chinese foreign exchange-earning craft. The shape and glaze color are very similar to the garlic vase in the hotel room.