My years as a menswear boss

After the banquet, Jiqiu followed Dantès to leave Albert's mansion. She looked back and found a figure on the window sill on the second floor behind the curtain.

"Simon?" Dantès stepped on the carriage and found that Jiqiu was still looking back.

Jiqiu immediately followed after hearing the words, got into the carriage and squeezed to the side of Dantès, "Father, Countess Montego has been watching you tonight."

"Children don't care about adults' affairs." Dantès raised his hand and nodded gently on the young man's forehead.

"I'm an adult." Jiqiu waved his arm dissatisfied, and looked at the guardian seriously.

Looking at it, Dantès felt a little itchy. He squeezed the soft flesh on the young man's face, "In my eyes, you are still my child no matter you are 80 years old."

"Well, I knew you wouldn't tell me." Jiqiu turned his head and looked out the window, leaving only the back of his head for him.

"When all the dust settles, I will unreservedly let you know all the truth."

Dantès saw the young man's curly hair curl up irregularly, so he took out a small comb from the drawer at hand to smooth the hair.

Jiqiu watched the carriages galloping from time to time, and when they passed by, they all lifted the curtains of the carriages and looked at them, "What are these people doing?"

"It's just human curiosity." Dantès stretched out his arm and closed the curtain in front of Jiqiu. He knew how much turmoil his actions had caused in the upper class of Paris. A luxurious carriage, and an Arabian horse worth ten thousand francs.

"Boring Frenchman." Jiqiu said indifferently.

Dantès did not have the consciousness of being a Frenchman at all, and nodded in agreement, "Yes, they are usually very boring, and they always say some sweet and greasy love words, which are not from the heart at all."

The carriage drove through a boulevard and came to their new residence, Champs Elysees No.15.

Jiqiu visited this new palace for the first time. The courtyard was full of dense trees, and there were no houses around. Only this palace stood upright here.As soon as she came to the front yard, she saw servants standing in a row bending over to salute her.

'Too extravagant. ..." Jiqiu choked up, she had never had such luxury in her three lifetimes, although her family was ranked high in England when she became prime minister.

But she has always advocated simplicity, donating most of her money to charity, and is committed to improving the living conditions of the old, the young, the sick, and the weak. The most valuable thing is probably the ancestral manor left to her adopted daughter Gwendelyn. There are a lot of Hyde families in it. of antiques.

"How is it?" Dantès asked standing behind Jiqiu.

"I'm not used to it." Jiqiu thought about his choice of words.

Dantès looked up and looked around the hall, and he suddenly realized, "You mean the marble statues placed here are too common? I have ordered people to pay attention to the auctions in various places. It is said that Michelangelo Buonarroti's The work is going to be auctioned and it fits perfectly in the vestibule.”

He then walked to a blank wall, "Here are all your paintings for you."

Jiqiu immediately caught the point, "Mr. Buonarroti's works are being auctioned? Marble statues? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Dantès continued to ask Jiqiu questions, and answered her patiently, "I also just learned about this news, but it seems to be two bronze statues."

It was the first time Jiqiu heard that Michelangelo was a bronze craftsman, and she became curious about that artwork, "What kind of work is it?"

"You will only know when it arrives. Don't worry, we will buy it." Dantès said with certainty.

Jiqiu has never doubted her father's financial ability, so she waits for the bronze statue to be delivered.

"Master, there is your letter." Ali said standing at the door, the envelope looked very small in his hand.

Jiqiu took the letter and tore it open with his hands, and found that it was from Vincent. It was an invitation letter to an art salon, and the address on it was an Italian restaurant in St. Mary's Village.

"Vincent invited me to a painter's party." Jiqiu said.

"Oh, where is it?" Dantès took off his coat and handed it to Jacob.

"A small village, St. Mary's Village. I don't know where it is, probably in the countryside." Jiqiu guessed.

"This name sounds familiar." Dantès lowered his head and thought, he glanced at Jacob next to him, "Do I have a property there?"

"Yes, you once bought two country houses, in the villages of Sainte-Marie and Auteuil." The butler Bertuccio who had been silent at this time suddenly replied, "The village of Sainte-Marie is very close to here, just need Exit from Passi Gate and walk straight for a short distance to arrive.”

"How could I buy such a remote house?" Dantès said with a frown.

"You can recall that I saw that you signed the contract with a notary, and the formalities have been completed." Bertuccio said, "Although its location is not very good, but the scenery is very good, there are streams and lakes, and it also brings It is a comfortable holiday villa with a grove. When the transaction was made, the original owner gave a lot of antique furniture as a gift, which is very valuable.”

"I have bought many villas. Now that I have bought them, you can give the young master the key to St. Mary's Village so that he can have a place where he can invite friends to play."

Dantès rubbed his eyebrows, he thought about why he bought this villa. At that time, he saw an advertisement in the newspaper, boasting that it was a large manor with beautiful scenery, which made him pay for it in a moment of fascination.

"Alright, what do you plan to do with the villa in Auteuil Village?" Bertuccio asked.

"Well...let's put it there for now, I'll go and have a look there in two days." Dantès replied.

Jiqiu noticed that the butler Bertuccio breathed a sigh of relief, and she felt suspicious, "Does Mr. Bertuccio have any connection with the village of Auteuil?" '

"Father, where is the villa in Auteuil village?" She pretended to ask casually.

"It seems to be No. 28, Fontaine Street, or it may be No. 18." Dantès took off the wrench from his hand, and asked the servant to bring a basin of water to wash his hands.

"Jacob has been running around recently, looking very tired, why not ask Mr. Bertuccio to follow you to the village of Auteuil." Jiqiu said leaning on the sofa.

"I don't." Jacob quickly denied it, but was interrupted by Jiqiu.

"You're tired, Jacob."

"Oh... oh, I really need a rest day." Jacob shrank his neck, showing a pitiful look in his small eyes.

Dantès turned a blind eye to the eyes of his subordinates asking for help, "Then let Bertuccio go with me."

"Oh, yes. . . . sir." Bertuccio nodded palely.

Early the next morning, Jiqiu quickly got up from the bed and found a riding outfit for herself. She can ride horses in the countryside, and she can finally show off her riding skills.

Sitting in the dining room, Dantès looked at the young man in high spirits. He coughed softly, "I've already prepared the horse for you, remember to go home early."

"Excellent." Jiqiu ate the pasta in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth casually, and strode away.

When she saw the horse prepared by Dantès, her face straightened, "I want to ride that Arabian horse."

"Sorry, the count only prepared this horse for you." The groom led a mare that was just as tall as an adult man to Jiqiu.

"It's too short."

"The Earl said that it is more suitable for you. Look, its shiny hair is the most beautiful little white horse I have ever raised." The groom smiled and took out a piece of malt candy from his pocket to feed it.

Jiqiu looked at the big black eyes in front of him, the little white horse was chewing candy slowly, and looked docile and well-behaved, "Well, you can't ride horses in urban areas, so I can't let it pull a cart."

"The Earl asked the carriage to take you to the edge of the city, and you can ride a horse when you reach the outskirts." The groom replied.

In the end, Jiqiu sat in the Arabian horse-drawn carriage, thinking more and more aggrieved. When she arrived outside the city, she held the little white horse in her hand and watched the tall Arabian horse drift away from her.

"Let's go." Jiqiu stroked the little white horse's mane, in exchange for a passionate lick.

She rode the pony and walked straight according to what Bertuccio said, and she saw the icon of St. Mary's Village, and a field of purple lavender was planted.

Since the [-]th century, the whole village has made a living by exporting ceramics, also known as ceramic town, with a strong artistic atmosphere.

Jiqiu pulled the little white horse along the way, and saw a lot of good-looking ceramic products. The upper class frantically chased oriental porcelain, but the porcelain here was supplied to the European middle class and wealthy businessmen.

She spared several ways, finally found the place Vincent said, and politely stepped forward and knocked on the small wooden door of the restaurant.

After a while, a round-faced girl wearing a white apron came out, with a friendly smile on her face, "Dear sir, I am Shanny, the attendant here, do you need me to find a suitable place for your horse?"

"Oh, thank you." Jiqiu handed her the leash, then looked up at the second floor, "I'm here to attend an art salon, is it held here?"

Shanny burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, if you're referring to those men who smell like paint, they're on the second floor."

"Thank you." Jiqiu nodded his head, momentarily confused.

She stepped on the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, and saw Vincent, besides him, there were two other men.

Seeing Jiqiu, Vincent immediately stood up and pulled her to the table, "Simon, you are finally here. Please let me introduce you to two of my friends. Their works have inspired me a lot. Believe Me, they all belong to your ideal painter."

"I'm Simon Roche, nice to meet you." Jiqiu took off his hat and greeted the two people with a gentle expression. The two people in front of him were clean and tidy.

But there was still a faint smell of paint, and she understood why Shanny said that.

"This is Paul Gosser, once a sailor, now a painter."

"This is Claude Moran, and that pair of "Sunrise" is his masterpiece, which has brought great inspiration to my colors."

Gao Se and Moran shook hands with Jiqiu in a friendly manner, and had a good first impression of this lavender-smelling young man.

Jiqiu's brain was a little stuck, she couldn't connect the two ordinary or even down-and-out men in front of her with the world-renowned artists of later generations.