How did I become a god

Chapter 727 Making a Show (1)

Connie Cruz watched Jing Gao being called away by his male assistant, and disappeared into a doorway of the banquet hall. Feeling depressed, she stepped back again, took a glass of red wine from the waiter, and took two sips.

"Hi, Connie, why is your face so ugly?" A petite blonde girl passed by.Say hello to her with a smile.

She is about 1.6 meters three, wearing a strapless blue dress, her skin is as fair and delicate as milk.It further reflects her exquisite facial features and big blue eyes.

Connie Cruz stroked her red dress lightly, shook her head and said, "Oh, no. Helena, you are going to..."

Helena Béart, from a farm in the south of France.His father is a shrewd Jewish businessman, and his mother was a model for Gucci in the early years and is now an editor in the famous fashion magazine "Elle".mulatto.Currently studying liberal arts at the Ecole Normale Supérieure, the best university in France.

She and Helena Béart met at a friend's gathering 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 with tonight?"

Connie Cruz was in a slightly better mood, brought her a glass of wine, clinked the glass with her, and said, "What nonsense? You don't know my situation?"

"Uh" Helena Bea smiled sympathetically and understandingly.Connie is not free.

While the two were chatting, Jing Gao was being led by Dong Youwei to leave the lively banquet hall and meet with the embassy visitors in a slightly dimly lit corridor.

In the luxurious manor of the Pino family, it is not possible to install cameras for spies and agents.The Hollywood blockbuster Mission: Impossible made American secret agents very impressive.No matter what kind of party is held by the rich, you can bring a gun and a camera to monitor the whole venue.

That's bullshit!

Americans have saved the earth hundreds of times in Hollywood blockbusters, do you believe that?

"Counselor Wu? Hello." Jing Gao was a little strange, and shook hands with Counselor Wu with a smile.

Counselor Wu looked anxious yet calm. After shaking hands with Jing Gao, he said in a low voice, "Mr. Jing, we have received definite news that gunmen will ambushe you on your way back tonight. You must be careful. "

Jing Gao was surprised, but didn't show it on his face.

As for safety issues, after coming to Paris, Junzi talked a lot in his ear.To send Dong Lingxi back yesterday, he was required to take a bulletproof car for tens of meters.He still believed in Junzi's statement in his heart.

After all, it is not uncommon to get black guns, car accidents, plane crashes, food poisoning, etc. abroad.

The leaders of Yingjiang are often shot.

At his level, a business with a scale of tens of billions of euros at every turn involves extremely huge interests. It is not impossible for the opponent 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 said: "Mr. Jing, if you need the assistance of the embassy, ​​the embassy can send a car to pick you up. No matter how courageous those people are, they dare not shoot the vehicles of our embassy. "

Jing Gao pondered for a while, and said, "Counselor Wu, wait a moment. I'll ask my security director."

It has been more than ten minutes since Jing Gao returned to the luxurious and lively banquet hall.The subordinates around him began to retreat one by one.

Mr. Zheng and several other subordinates first took a car and were escorted by a group of bodyguards back to No. 16, Luotan Street, District 12.Daughters Dong Lingxi, Chen Qingshuang, and Ouyang Wan were escorted by Counselor Wu and took the car of the embassy that arrived later to live in 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 "eyeliner" in this banquet.

He will leave the Pinault family's luxurious estate on the outskirts of Paris at a later date to carry out his plan.

Mr. Zheng enjoyed the banquet all night. The banquet started at eight o'clock, and it was after 11 o'clock at night. He felt a little drunk, sitting in a Mercedes-Benz business car, looking out the window at the French town and field scenery. , and asked his companion with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Jing hasn't left yet?"

"Something happened, President Dong arranged for us to go back first."

"Oh." Teacher Zheng straightened his gray hair, but he didn't care, and closed his eyes for a nap.The drive back was nearly an hour.

Dong Lingxi, Ouyang Wan, and Chen Qingshuang knew a lot more.Sitting in the Mercedes-Benz with the embassy license plate on it, Dong Lingxi said worriedly: "What's going on, will Jing be all right?"

Ouyang Wan looked at the dark night outside the car window, and there seemed to be a terrifying beast hidden inside, which made her nervous and worried, and said comfortingly to herself: "Brother Jing insists on staying, it should be fine!"

At this time, she could only blindly trust Jing Gao, she witnessed Jing Gao's journey through the business world through wind and rain.

Chen Qingshuang tightly pursed her lips. Brother Jing just told them that the situation was urgent and there was danger on the way back. She asked them to go back to the embassy with the people from the embassy for shelter. She took the opportunity to ask the security director Qi Feijun, who is Brother Jing. The "junzi" in his mouth, he repeatedly promised that nothing will happen.

"Brother Jing probably has his plan. I asked Director Qi, and he said it's all right."

"Ugh"

The three women in the car fell silent.

"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."

"Hehe, he's quite astute. He set off two smoke bombs in a row. Continue to monitor and see what tricks he's up to? Keep in touch with them."

A middle-aged white man ordered with a cigarette in his mouth.

Idaka was indeed talking with the artistic director of the Paris Symphony Orchestra in the banquet hall.A symphony orchestra occupies one corner of the circular ballroom.

Anyone who has watched a symphony knows that the orchestra consists of a large number of people.First fiddler, second fiddler, and so on.They also have a strict and orderly status promotion channel within them.

Or rather, that's how humans are.Both have a comparative vanity.Therefore, if a society wants to maintain its vitality, it must have distinct classes.Let people continue to have goals to strive for.But at the same time, as a ruler, it is necessary to ensure that the class changes and flows, and the class cannot be solidified.

A Taoist proverb: flowing water does not rot, and the hinges of the household do not become moths.

"Mr. Jacques Bello, the performance level of your orchestra is really great. I don't know, are you 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 for Jing Gao in English.

Although Jing Gao's first batch of assistants, Guan Yujia, Dong Youwei, and Jiang Zi, did not have the ability to "strategy", it was difficult for them to provide good advice for Jing Gao to make major decisions.

But the basic quality is still excellent.Dong Youwei is 34 years old this year. He is hard-working and conscientious. He is naturally proficient in English.

Jacques Bello was a gray-haired, meticulously dressed old white man in a suit and wearing reading glasses.68 years old this year.Listening hard to Dong Youwei's English.Jing Gao was the main guest of tonight's "Celebration Banquet", and someone beside him reminded Jing Gao of his identity.For such a super rich and capitalist, even if he has the pride of an artist and talks nicely with others, of course he will not lose his temper.

The reason why listening was difficult was not that Dong Youwei's spoken English was poor, but that Jacques Bellot was old and his English listening skills were average.

Do not doubt the love and pride of the French for the French language.If an Englishman asks for directions in English, the most likely answer is: "Sorry, I cannot speak English."

Of course, there is a reason for the feud between Britain and France.

In addition, this is not the pride of the French people.You must know that in the era of continental hegemony, French was basically used to conclude alliances between great powers.Because the French reference is clear, there will be no ambiguity.

English is different.Many words are ambiguous.

However, who made the British Empire dominate the world for 200 years, and then the US Empire became the only superpower in the world?English is almost the lingua franca of the world.

After listening, Jacques Bello said to Jing Gao: "We have toured in the East. We have no plans to perform in China."

Anyway, Jing Gao wanted to kill time and keep himself in the sight of "everyone".Because Junzi analyzed that if the opponent's ambush was due to commercial matters, he would be the only target.Dong Lingxi's value is slightly higher, and the others will not be the target at all.

Jing Gao smiled, holding a glass of lemonade. He already knew that "danger" was coming, so he would definitely not dare to drink anymore. He has been exercising and taking good care of himself. 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 my banquet.Of course the journey to China is long and tiring, and I am willing to make up for that. "

What Jing Gao said was very euphemistic. No matter how dull Jacques Bello was, he could tell that the big boss was willing to give money!The specific salary and conditions, not to mention that a tycoon at the level of Mr. Jing would not talk about it, even he is not willing to talk about it. Of course, Mr. Jing is not willing to talk about it because his time is valuable, and such trivial matters will not bother him. bother.He doesn't want to talk about his pride as an artist.

He said: "Mr. Jing, thank you very much for your praise and appreciation. Please forgive us for the itinerary of our group. I am old and I can't remember clearly. I need to go back and check. Maybe we can leave a contact information for each other."

As he spoke, he called his young assistant over.

Jing Gao smiled slightly in his heart, and asked Dong Youwei to leave a phone call and communicate with him about the detailed situation.In a capitalist society, what about the top bands, you can get them with money.

Of course, it is not money that he can be respected. The oil trenches in the Middle East and the monarchs of small countries may not be treated like him.The key is that he beat Europe's richest man and luxury goods giant Arnault to his knees and begged for mercy, and just now he rubbed the face of the successor leader of the old French consortium Lagardère on the ground!

The strong should be respected as a matter of course!

"Mr. Bello, next, can you play a dance song? There are many beautiful girls tonight, and I hope to invite one of them to dance!"

The exchange was pleasant, and Jacques Bello agreed without hesitation, picked up the baton, nodded to Jing Gao first, and then turned to the members of his symphony orchestra.The baton is raised, and the music sounds.

This is the classic banquet dance "Waltz".

The people in the circular banquet hall heard the familiar melody, understood it, and vacated the middle seats one after another.Pairs of handsome men and beautiful women walked onto the dance floor.

Since Arthur Lagardère left, the important figures at the banquet have basically left: the bosses of Hermes and Chanel, the senior professional managers of L’Oreal and Publicis Group, the top designers of Kering Group, the top Directors of art films, commercial films, and middle-aged and elderly actresses are retreating one after another.Only Pinot is still in the manor as the master.

Those who are still interested after 11 o'clock in the middle of the night are basically young people.

(End of this chapter)