Connie Cruz watched helplessly as Igao 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. Say hello to her with a smile.
She is about 1.63 meters tall, wearing a strapless blue dress, and her skin is as white and delicate as milk. Her exquisite facial features and big blue eyes are even more outstanding.
Connie Cruz stroked her red dress, shook her head and said, "Oh, no. Helena, are you going to..."
Hélène Béard comes from a farm in southern France. Her father is a shrewd Jewish businessman, and her mother was a model for Gucci in her early years and is now an editor at the famous fashion magazine "Elle". Mixed race. Currently studying liberal arts at the Ecole Normale Supérieure in Paris, the best university in France.
She and Helena Beah met at a friend's party in Paris, had a good chat, 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 night with?"
Connie Cruz was in a slightly better mood, brought her a glass of wine, clinked the glass with her, and said, "What are you talking about? You don't know about my situation?"
"Uh..." Helena Bea smiled sympathetically and understandingly. Connie is 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 made American agents look awesome. No matter what party is held by the rich, they can bring guns and cameras in to monitor the whole place.
That's nonsense!
In Hollywood blockbusters, Americans save the earth hundreds 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. "
Jinggao was surprised, but his face didn't show it.
When it comes to security issues, Jun Zi has talked more about it in his ears since coming to Paris. Yesterday, when I sent Dong Lingxi back, he was asked to ride in a bulletproof vehicle for dozens of meters. In his heart, he still believed what Junzi said.
After all, it is not uncommon to be shot abroad, have car accidents, plane crashes, food poisoning, etc.
The commander-in-chief of Yingjiang was often shot.
At his level, a business with a scale of tens of billions of euros can easily involve huge interests. 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."
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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 in District 16. Dong Lingxi, Chen Qingshuang, and Ouyang Wan were escorted by Counselor Wu and took the embassy's car that arrived later to stay at the embassy temporarily.
Jing Gao, accompanied by Dong Youwei, continued to attract attention in the banquet hall. According to Junzi's judgment, there must be an "eyesider" at this banquet.
He will later leave the Pinault family's luxurious estate on the outskirts of Paris to carry out his plan.
Teacher Zheng enjoyed the banquet like a fish in 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 field scenery receding outside the car window. , asked his companion with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Jing didn't leave?"
"Something happened. President 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 takes 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's going on? Will Jing 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 blindly trust Jing Gao. 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 a while. 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 Director Qi and he said it's okay."
"well..."
The three women in the car fell silent.
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"Sir, 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 tricks he is going to do? Keep communicating with the other side."
A middle-aged white man ordered while holding a cigarette.
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Idaka was indeed in the ballroom talking to the artistic director of the Orchester de Paris. The symphony orchestra occupies a corner of the circular ballroom.
Anyone who has watched a symphony knows that the orchestra consists of a large number of people. First violinist, second violinist, that sort of thing. There is also a strict and orderly promotion channel within them.
In other words, this is the case for all humans. They all have a comparative vanity. Therefore, if a society wants to maintain vitality, it must have distinct classes. Allowing people to constantly have goals to strive for. But at the same time, as a governor, we must ensure that classes change and flow, and that classes 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 by his side. At this time, Dong Youwei translated in English for Jing Gao.
Regardless of the fact that Jinggao'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 Jinggao made major decisions.
But the basic quality is still excellent. Dong Youwei is thirty-two years old. He is hardworking and conscientious and is 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. Listening hard to Dong Youwei's English. Jing Gao was the chief guest at tonight's "celebration banquet". Someone next to him reminded Jing Gao's identity. For such a super rich man and capitalist, even if he has the pride of an artist and is nice to talk to, he will certainly not 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 most likely will be: "Sorry, icannotspeakEnglish."
Of course, there is a reason for this feud between Britain and France.
In addition, this is not French pride. You know, 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 are ambiguous.
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 is almost becoming the global lingua franca.
After listening to this, Jacques Bellot said to Igao: "We have toured the East. We have no plans to perform in China for the time being."
Anyway, Idaka wanted to kill time and keep himself in the sight of "everyone". Because Jun Zi had analyzed that if the other party's ambush was due to business matters, he would be the only target. Dong Lingxi's value is slightly greater, and others will not 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 meeting. He exercised and maintained his body well. From the beginning of the banquet to this meeting, 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 banquets I host. Of course, the journey to China is long and tiring, and I am willing to compensate accordingly. "
Jing Gao said it very tactfully, and no matter how slow Jacques Bellot was, he could tell that the big boss was willing to pay! The specific salary and conditions, not to mention that a tycoon at Mr. Jing's level would not discuss them, even he is unwilling to discuss them. Of course, Mr. Jing is unwilling to discuss them because his time is valuable and such trivial matters do not bother him. Take the trouble. 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 details later. In a capitalist society, it doesn’t matter what the top orchestra is, you can pay for it.
Of course, he can get respect, not money. The oil trenches and monarchs of small countries in the Middle East may not receive him this treatment. The key is that he first beat Europe's richest man and luxury goods giant Arnault to his knees and begged for mercy, and just now he pressed the face of the successor leader of the established French consortium Lagardère Consortium to the ground and rubbed it!
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, and then faced the members of his symphony orchestra. The conductor's baton rises and the music sounds.
This is the classic banquet dance "waltz".
When people in the circular banquet hall heard the familiar melody, they understood it and vacated the seats in the middle. Pairs of handsome men and beautiful women walked onto the dance floor.
Since Arthur Lagardère left, most of the important people at the banquet have basically said goodbye: the bosses of Hermès and Chanel, the senior professional managers of L'Oréal and Publicis Groupe, the top designers under Kering Group, the top Directors of art films and commercial films, as well as middle-aged and elderly actresses, are all retreating one after another. Only Pinault Jr. remains at the manor as owner.
Those who are still interested after 11 o'clock in the night are basically young people.
