Gu Xixi didn't have a good night's sleep at the Park Hyatt Hotel, and woke up early the next day. The curtains in the suite were drawn, not a ray of sunlight came through, and a dim light was on in the foyer.
Listening to the breathing of his mother Ji Shuya beside him, Gu Xixi turned over and went to get the mobile phone on the bedside table. When the screen turned on, he found that the time was 6:40 in the morning, and a WeChat message was displayed.
She unlocked the lock with her fingerprint. It was Brother Jing who sent her a message: Xixi, I'm going to bed first. The crisis is generally over, but we still need to remain vigilant to prevent the dog from jumping over the wall. You had breakfast at the hotel, called Junzi, and she sent a car to pick you up.
"Xixi, why are you awake so early? Go back to sleep!" Ji Shuya was struck by the light from her daughter's mobile phone and persuaded her in a daze.
Gu Xixi agreed and took another nap. After breakfast, she and her mother took a car back to the villa at No. 12 Rotan Street. It was already about nine o'clock in the morning.
A staff member greeted him with a smile, "Assistant Gu, are you back?" Then he said to Ji Shuya, "Hello, aunt!"
This is really easy to recognize. Ji Shuya and Gu Xixi's mother and daughter looks very similar. Even if Gu Xixi didn't introduce them, they would still recognize them.
"Oh, hello." Gu Xixi said hello and saw several French people sitting in the living room on the first floor. One of them was Little Pino, and his black confidant David Lewis.
Obviously, little Pino was waiting for Brother Jing to get up. When did Brother Jing have such prestige? The celebration banquet last night was just to celebrate Brother Jing being accepted by the wealthy people in Paris.
Gu Xixi led her mother to the living room on the second floor with suspicion. "Mom, sit here for a while. I'll go up and take a look." He walked up to the third floor softly.
It was quiet on the third floor. Sister Xiaowan and Qingshuang's bedroom doors were closed, which meant that they were resting. The door to the master bedroom was covered. When she opened the door and went in, she heard Jing Gao's breathing.
Gu Xixi couldn't help but stepped forward, looking at Jing Qingqing's thin face, a thousand words welled up in her heart. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently caressed his neck, Adam's apple, chin, lips, and the bridge of his nose, and then gently stretched his brows, hoping to engrave his face into his soul and never forget it.
She received a call from Brother Jing last night and learned that he had been shot. The worry that surged in her heart was that she would never see him again.
How can we forget the first time we met at Fudan University? At that time, she was only a sophomore.
How can we forget to see the dazzling fireworks in the night sky on the "Phoenix" yacht! She just snuggled into his arms.
How could she forget the scene when she visited Suzhou this spring, with small bridges and flowing water in the ancient city, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, white walls and black tiles, and she and he were walking among them, it was the lingering wind and rain.
Jing Gao slept relatively lightly. He felt someone sitting next to him. He struggled a few times and slowly woke up. Then he saw Gu Xixi's exquisite and beautiful face, and he naturally stretched out his hand. He stroked her face and shouted, "Xixi."
Gu Xixi smiled, leaned over to hug Jing Gao, pressed her face against his, and said softly: "Brother Jing, I didn't sleep well last night because I was worried about you. Brother Jing, let me go." What happened after that?"
Listening to her series of words, Jing Gao smiled slightly, asked her to adjust her position, hugged her, and talked about what happened last night.
There is a sense of leisure, silence and leisure after tension in the air.
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Jing Gao didn't get up until nearly 11 a.m., and first went to the second floor to briefly say hello to Ji Shuya, Gu Xixi's mother, "Auntie, just tell them if you need anything."
Ji Shuya was a little embarrassed to see Jing Gao again. She went a little too far yesterday. According to Lao Gu, if you embarrass Jing Gao, you will face terrible retaliation! There are really not many people in the country who dare to do this kind of thing.
At the same time, she also felt that Jing Gao was a little embarrassed when facing her. She probably asked about when he would marry Xixi, so she said, "Go and do your work first. I have nothing to do here."
Jing Gao smiled and nodded, then went to the first floor to meet and talk with Pino.
Andre Griffin and Arthur Lagardère, Arnault's confidants who were "entertained" by Dong Youwei, have left. They did not meet little Pino. Dong Youwei stayed up all night and went to rest.
Gu Xixi participated in this meeting as an assistant. Plus translator Jing Shufeng.
The meeting took place in a transparent room on the east side of the first floor. A subordinate employee came in to make tea. Jing Gao extended his hand and invited: "Mr. Pinault, please have tea."
Little Pino smiled and said: "Mr. Jing, it seems that you have recovered from last night's incident! I will bring you the explanation I promised you yesterday to repair our friendship."
Jing Gao made a gesture with a calm expression.
He was actually in a good mood. First, he had just been upstairs with Xixi for almost two hours. Just hugging and talking together, time flies by. Second, he gained a lot from Bernard Arnault and Arthur Lagardère.
However, he had a "falling out" with Pinocchio on the phone yesterday. Even if he was in a very good mood, he couldn't just pretend to be.
Little Pino coughed and said: "Mr. Jing, I have found out that the mastermind behind the plan to shoot you last night was Louis Froude, the Minister of Homeland Integration and Local Liaison Affairs."
Jing Gao nodded calmly, "I know."
Little Pino laughed dryly, not surprised that Jing Gao would know this name, and then said: "Mr. Jing, I have consulted my friend Jim Rothschild. It is difficult to enter the financial industry in France. It's easy to say simple.
The Rothschild family are established bankers. The three of us can initiate the establishment of a bank, with me as the chairman of the bank's board of directors. In terms of equity, the Rothschild family holds 30%, I hold 60%, and you hold 10%.
However, the two of us are signing a legally binding supplementary agreement, and I will transfer 50% of the equity and income to you. I will give up the position of chairman of the bank's board of directors when you find a suitable candidate. "
Jing Gao smiled noncommittally, picked up the tea cup and drank tea.
Little Pino suddenly felt confident and said: "Mr. Jing, I am very sorry about what happened last night. To compensate for your loss, I plan to give you two gifts. Kering Group has acquired the German sports brand Puma. I can use the market to The price is to transfer 5% of Puma shares to you. Let you have a director seat in Puma Group. In addition, these are the originals of some agreements signed by Connie, and I will give her to you."
He said, making a gesture.
David Lewis took out a folder from the briefcase at hand, walked to Jing Gao, bent down, and handed it to Jing Gao with both hands.
Jing Gao didn't look at the so-called "agreement". He knew what it roughly contained, so he handed it to Gu Xixi directly and said: "
Mr. Pinault Jr., the shareholding ratio of the new bank is roughly based on what you said, and the final shareholding structure still needs to be adjusted. I only plan to hold 2% of the shares openly. Oh, did you pick the name of the bank? "
This newly transformed bank will also obtain the qualifications of an investment bank in the future, and will use the face of a French bank to dominate European stock markets and even U.S. stocks. The lower his shareholding ratio in it, the better.
But that doesn't mean he's giving up control. He will use the Japanese consortium's approach to infiltrate his influence into this bank and control it.
Little Pino laughed and said with a hint of flattery: "Of course you have to confirm this, Mr. Jing."
Jing Gao smiled and said, "Then I will think about a good name. I will arrange the sale of LVMH Group's shares to you as soon as possible." After saying that, he stood up and said, "Mr. Pinault, we have a happy cooperation!"
“Happy to work with!”
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Just when Jing Gao saw off Little Pino and his entourage and were about to go to the second floor for lunch, he received a call from Tang Jinxue, the leader of French Chinese businessmen, "Mr. Jing, how about lunch. Didn't I disturb you?"
Jing Gao turned around and walked upstairs, and said casually: "Oh, hello, Mr. Tang. No, no. Is there something wrong?"
He was still worried about how to chat with Gu Xixi's mother Ji Shuya when he saw her later. In addition, he considered going to the embassy in the afternoon to say thank you. Thanks to Ambassador Wu and Counselor Wu yesterday.
Also, he has to think about where he and his team will go next. He had a vague feeling that after meeting little Pinault, he should consider disappearing in Paris for a while.
Just keep a low profile completely and let the subsequent punishments be implemented one by one without making people think of him.
Tang Jinxue said with a smile: "Mr. Jing, you are powerful in Europe and have become the pride of us Chinese. I wonder if you have time to come to my house for a meal recently?"
Jing Gao smiled inwardly. Little Pino held a celebration banquet last night, but Mr. Tang didn't come. Instead, a French Chinese businessman named Chu Yunfei appeared in front of him. The meaning here is very obvious.
This old guy had probably seen how ruthless the French capitalists were, and thought he might not survive last night, so he didn't come to celebrate him. Now, I see that he is fine and the situation is stable. Instead, I climbed up the pole.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang. I have something to do recently. Let's wait for another day!" Jing Gao refused neatly and walked into the restaurant.
