"How come Parisians haven't heard of Vivendi?" The driver held the steering wheel with one hand, turned around and quickly looked at Dong Qiangqiang for a few times, then turned away and said with a smile, "You don't look like this is your first time in Paris."
"Why?"
"Everyone who comes to Paris for the first time will be attracted by the splendor of those famous places and historical sites. They will point out Versailles, Fontainebleau, the Arc de Triomphe, Place Charles de Gaulle, the Louvre, Orsay, and the Moulin Rouge. Of course, there are also places with fewer people, such as Little Paris. Palaces, metal asparagus, etc., but Vivendi is nothing to look at." The driver marketed it skillfully. She hoped that Dong Qiangqiang could take a taxi to go to more places to increase her income today.
"Metal asparagus?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't understand, "Where is that place?"
"It's the Eiffel Tower. Now everyone says it is the symbol of the city, but my grandpa said that Parisians hated this project at first, so they gave it such a nickname." The driver explained.
Grab, grab, grab. "This is the first time I've heard of this," Dong Qiangqiang said, "Metal asparagus, metal asparagus... interesting."
"How's it going? Which one do you want to see?" The driver thought Dong Qiangqiang had been persuaded by him and asked, "If I want to go to Versailles or Fontainebleau, I have to go out at the intersection ahead."
"Thank you for the recommendation." Dong Qiangqiang emphasized, "But I am going to the Vivendi headquarters now."
"You just said you were here for a trip," the driver asked reluctantly, looking at the oriental face in the rearview mirror, "Are you going to Vivendi to audition for a model?"
昘戅书库网.戅. "Model?" Dong Qiangqiang looked down at his clothes and laughed dumbly, "No, I'm not here for an interview."
"I know that many young people like to go there to be models, and I even hired a few of them yesterday." The driver said meaningfully, "But you are an Oriental."
Dong Qiangqiang pretended not to hear the discrimination in her tone, changed the topic and cast his eyes out the car window. “Do all Parisians like Vivendi?”
"I don't know if I like it or not, but it has many offices. It should be a wealthy company, just like those cosmetics companies." The driver curled his lips, "I wanted to go in before, but it's a pity..."
Dong Qiangqiang asked a few more concerned questions, but the driver only knew the gossip in the market, which was very different from the answers he expected. The only thing he could confirm was that Vivendi was indeed a well-known big company, but as for what it actually did Even locals in Paris don’t know much about Vivendi’s business. The driver didn’t know that Vivendi’s main business also includes water and garbage disposal businesses. The clean tap water she uses every day comes from Vivendi’s water group, and she The garbage generated every day is also recycled and processed by Vivendi.
While chatting with the other party, he observed the environment in Paris. As the driver said, the closer the car got to the city, the cleaner the road, the more plane trees on both sides, the less dirty graffiti on the walls on both sides of the road, and the beautiful buildings. Row upon row, there are even more luxury cars on the road.
Although it was already noon, the traffic was not moving smoothly. Dong Qiangqiang's car moved forward slowly in the traffic flow. Looking at the other vehicles in front and behind the taxi, as well as the various small motorcycles as nimble as mice in the traffic flow, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many cars in Paris!"
"This is the fourth largest city in the world." The driver said proudly, "Orientals, where are you from? Is there no traffic jam in your city?"
It had been almost a year since Dong Qiangqiang left home. He didn’t know that there were too many cars on the streets in Beijing now. He carefully recalled the scene on the streets before leaving the country, but finally lost to his memory, “There don’t seem to be so many cars in Beijing.”
"Are you from Beijing?" the driver shouted excitedly, "I've been there! Oh, the Forbidden City, and roast duck..."
It seems that all foreigners who go to Beijing choose the Forbidden City and roast duck, and Dong Qiangqiang has long been accustomed to this. "Then do you like Beijing?"
"Of course, but I don't mean to offend. Beijing still can't be compared with Paris. Paris has a history of thousands of years, and Beijing...well, I don't know, a hundred years? Two hundred years?" the driver asked, shaking his head.
"Beijing has a history of about three thousand years, and the history of its establishment as a capital is almost more than 600 years." Dong Qiangqiang corrected, "The history of its establishment as a capital is shorter than that of Paris, but it is also an ancient city with a long history."
"Anyway, if a city doesn't have traffic jams, it means it's not prosperous enough." The driver seemed to want to find a sense of superiority from Dong Qiangqiang, "More cars means more people doing things, more people doing things means more buildings, more companies, more buildings. More companies means more business, and more business means prosperity. Of course, I’m not saying that Paris is prosperous everywhere. For example, there is no business at the Gare de l’Est where you just got on the train. I generally don’t like to go there, otherwise I would look at you as a foreigner. I don’t even want to let you get in the car.”
Maybe taxi drivers in big cities like to tease him. Dong Qiangqiang understands very well. If you stay in a closed space every day and don't talk to more people, you will definitely become autistic.
The two chatted all the way, and the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.
"Young man, I'll give you one last piece of advice. Paris is not a paradise." The female driver shouted to Dong Qiangqiang, who was looking at the Vivendi building on the roadside after getting off the station. "Although you are a man, you'd better not run around at night. Train station Both the subway station and the subway station are dangerous places, so be careful when walking on the street at night."
"Thanks for the reminder." Dong Qiangqiang turned around and waved his thanks.
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang heard what he said, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi merged into the rolling traffic again.
Dong Qiangqiang did not walk into the building rashly, but walked to a nearby newsstand to observe the building first.
This is a traditional building with an off-white granite and marble facade. The whole building is simple and elegant, with a regular shape and clean lines on the exterior walls. There are no reliefs that are common in other classical buildings. Even the glass is uniformly attached. With a blue membrane and rectangular shapes of equal sizes, the inner structure cannot be seen from the outside. Dong Qiangqiang's first impression was that it did not look like an office building for a listed company, but more like a solemn government office building. And it is completely different from the colorful flags flying on the roofs of surrounding office buildings. The roof of Vivendi is incredibly clean. As a huge and well-known company, there are neither colorful flags nor common company names or logos on the roof of the company. A giant neon sign, the only thing in the whole building that can explain its identity to outsiders is the seven purple letters stuck on the plexiglass hanging in the middle of the building's main entrance: vivendi.
Standing outside the main entrance were two tall men in black, with serious faces, scrutinizing the people who entered the building without a smile.
Dong Qiangqiang saw some well-dressed fashionable men and women walking over chatting and laughing. They must have been the models the driver had just mentioned, but the people in black just looked at them and did not stop them.
Not long after the models entered the building, a business car stopped in front of the door. Some men and women carrying cameras and microphones jumped out of the car and walked towards the door in a file, but were blocked by men in black.
You can't just let people blast you out even if you can't get through the door, Dong Qiangqiang secretly thought at the same time, his eyes accidentally fell on the magazine cover at the newsstand, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
Carrying a mountaineering bag, he walked quickly to a sheltered area in a corner of the office building next to him. He took out the casual suit he had prepared in advance from his backpack, changed into his jacket, put on a simple tie, took out gel water and a comb and pointed it at the glass window handle next to him. His long, disheveled hair was neatly styled, he sprayed some Montblanc perfume given to him by Du Lan, put on the Ray-Ban sunglasses given by Lao Bai, shaved cleanly, and finally straightened his trousers and shoe uppers. He looked completely different from the previous tourists. It's different, it's a little more fashionable, and he seems to have a bit of a model look despite his already tall stature.
After tidying up, he quietly stood in the corner and waited patiently. More than ten minutes later, just as he expected, another group of young men and women filed toward the door. Dong Qiangqiang felt anxious, picked up his backpack, and ran towards the end of the group of men and women in long strides.
===
It’s not easy to be original. Welcome up. Click %中¥文#网 to support genuine originals.
