My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu wandered around with the cue stick in her hand. She was playing billiards with Albert and the others. This sport is more popular in France than in England. Basically, people with a little money will have a pool table in their homes.The British like to compare the game, and the French like to play the game.

"Oh, bad!" Depressedly put down the cue in his hand, he just missed it, and the billiard ball was at a very tortuous angle.

"It's my turn." Albert picked up the cue, but unfortunately he missed and hit the wall of the table.

"The angle is even more off." Debray shook his head and sighed.

Jiqiu raised his club to block his movement, "Since it's entertainment, let me try it."

Her eyes calculated the angle, she rubbed the club with her fingertips, and both balls were hit and rolled into the hole.

"Wow~" Albert applauded in amazement, "Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

"Of course, there are still many things I need to learn, and billiards is just one of the sports I enjoy after dinner."

Jiqiu threw the club to the attendant at the side, and she hung the coat she had taken off on her arm, "Sorry, I have something to leave first."

Albert looked at the straight back of the young man, so confident and arrogant, he couldn't imagine that there was anything that could bend his back.

"My friend, I have decided to leave Paris and pursue my art in a new place."

Vincent was carrying a linen backpack and said that he only brought the accompanying items, "My paintings are given to you. If you think it takes up space, you can store them in the warehouse, but please don't throw them away."

"I will keep it safe." Jiqiu said cautiously, she looked at the excited Vincent, "May I know where you are going?"

"I will go to the south of France, where there are gorgeous scenery, which will be very helpful for my creation."

"Then let me make a bold guess, is it in Provence?"

"Provence? Sounds like a good place!" Vincent said in surprise.

"Our family has a property in Marseille. If I have the opportunity, I will visit you."

Jiqiu said with a smile, she thought that Dantès' hometown was also Marseille, and the guardian's father was sleeping in a cemetery in that city.

'After revenge, Dantès will return there to visit his father. Jiqiu thought.

"That's great! There must be a place in my room that belongs to you." Vincent hugged Jiqiu, "I'll write you a letter!"

Jiqiu looked at Vincent who was riding away in the scooter. The man kept waving to him in the car, and the whole person was full of hope for the future.

'It would be nice if it stayed like this. Jiqiu sighed in her heart, she knew very well the significance of Provence to Vincent van der, the lonely painter created many legendary paintings there, and at the same time stayed at the age of 37 forever.

During the meal in the evening, the earl saw that Jiqiu was not in high spirits, and he asked with concern, "What's the matter, my child?"

"What in the world makes you so sad?"

Jiqiu cut the steak under her hands into equal-sized pieces, but she didn't put it in her mouth.

Instead, it was transferred to Dantès' plate, "A friend of mine left to go to Provence to pursue his ideal in life."

Dantès ate a piece of steak that had been cut in autumn, "Then you should be happy for him."

"I... have analyzed the result of his actions, it's not very good, it will only bring disaster to him."

Jiqiu watched Dantès eat the steak she had cut one bite at a time. Only in this way can the guardian's anorexia symptoms improve, "This is an inevitable result, but I have no reason to prevent this from happening."

She didn't know on which day Vincent died in history, whether it was suicide or homicide, and which event caused his mental breakdown?

After his death, Vincent left his name in Provence. During his lifetime, he wished to exhibit his paintings in a cafe, but now there is no cafe that sincerely exhibits them.Even though later generations across Europe are scrambling to create his own personal art museum.

"If you don't try it, how will you know it won't work?"

Dantès looked at the young man with a very gentle expression, he didn't like his own frowning, "I will give you the greatest help, even if I give all my wealth, it doesn't matter to make you happy."

"That's not necessary." Jiqiu rubbed the center of her brows, she felt a little more relaxed, "I will try my best to prevent this tragedy from happening."

She likes Vander's paintings, but now Vincent Vander is her friend, and she wants Vincent to live this life without regret.

'In history, tragedies should not be the only ones worth remembering. '

'If Vincent had lived longer, would there have been more famous paintings born. '

The next day, Jiqiu came to the Mars Racecourse. She walked to the box she had already booked, and when she was about to open the door to enter, she found a familiar figure not far away, "Long time no see, Captain Morel."

"Ah, long time no see, how is Mr. Roxi?"

Maximilian looked a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down and said hello to Jiqiu.

"Is the captain waiting for someone?" Jiqiu asked.

"No...no." Maximelan shook his head, scratching the tip of his nose, "I originally booked a box with a ticket dealer, but he sold it to another person at a higher price."

"A villain without the spirit of contract!"

Jiqiu saw the beads of sweat on Maximilan's forehead, she pushed open the door of her box, "I'm the only one in my box, if you don't mind, we can share one."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Rosie." Maximelan said.

They walked into the box and looked at the crowded civilian seats below. Many people held betting tickets in their hands, with the horse numbers they pressed on them.

"Have you made a bet?" Jiqiu asked Maximelan who was sitting on the side, she didn't see the bet in Maximelan's hand.

"I bet ten francs on an English Thoroughbred. Its jockey is not very good, but it is always safe. Even if it loses, it will not be too much."

Maximilan replied, looking at the young man with a calm expression, "Which horse do you like?"

"Here, that horse." Jiqiu pointed to a horse and said.

Maximilan took a closer look, and found that the horse was not the strongest, nor was it the best in spirit. He looked puzzled, "Why is it?"

'It seems that Mr. Roshi is not very good at betting. ' He said silently in his heart, in his opinion, that horse must lose.

As soon as the whistle sounded, all the horses rushed to the track, and the horses that Maxime Lane bet on ran in the middle. The first was a black horse, which was the favorite to win the championship at the beginning.

Soon there was a shocking scene in the arena. The black horse slowed down. It violently threw the jockey off the horse, and the rider behind quickly tightened the reins in order to prevent the horse's hoof from stepping on him.

After a while, another horse had a problem. It bent its front hooves and knelt on the ground, and the jockey on it was thrown out.

The spectators in the stands were extremely shocked. It was as if the arena had been cursed. Accidents happened one after another to the winning neutron horse.

The last jujube horse rushed out and marched towards the finish line.

Reporters waiting at the finish line rushed up to the jockey at the same time, crowding to be the first to interview him.

"This... is simply a miracle!"

Maximilian's pupils became dilated due to shock, and he looked at the young man who was drinking black tea beside him in disbelief, "Mr. Luo Xi, do you have the talent for prophecy?!"

"How is it possible." Jiqiu put down her teacup and chuckled, she looked at the venue, "It's just some insignificant observation skills."

"Before the whistle was blown, I was watching the status of each jockey."

"The jockey of the black horse looked nervous. The horse is a good horse, but obviously he doesn't have the ability to tame the horse. The black horse has always been dissatisfied with the jockey on it.

So in the race, the jockey's urging caused it to be irritable, and the jockey on the track next to the black horse would also be affected;

The English Thoroughbred, the jockey was fine, but I saw wear on the joints of the horse, and it was impossible for him to speed;

It was a pity for the fallen horse, whose jockey did not see that he was suffering from a serious illness.

And none of these things would affect the marginal jujube horse. Although it is not strong and its pace is not so fast, its jockey loves it very much. "

"Well, do horses also have heart problems?" Maximelan asked.

"Of course, all things have spirits, and they also have emotions, but they don't communicate with human language, and most people can't understand their thoughts."

Jiqiu's voice became softer. She saw that the jockey put the champion's crown on the jujube horse's head, and the man kissed his partner tenderly, "That horse loves its master very much."

"Mr. Luo Xi is too modest, your observation ability can be at the level of a master!"

Maximilan admired and applauded Jiqiu, he liked this famous painter more and more, "You are a very gentle person."

"Ah, thank you for the compliment." Jiqiu scratched the back of her head. She stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. "I made a small fortune. I don't know if I have the honor to treat the captain to a meal? Is it a reward for you to accompany me?" Watch this game."

"Oh, I'm very honored!" Maximilan said quickly, his favorability with the youth continued to rise, "I know there is a delicious restaurant with low prices, would you listen to my request?"

"Yes, I came to Paris, and I haven't eaten in a restaurant yet. When I was in Rome, I was looking forward to eating a French specialty foie gras." Jiqiu said.

They came out of the box just in time to meet another party.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Villefort, Miss Villefort." Ji Qiu saw two women and a man, and she greeted them friendly.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Rosie! How is the Earl?" Madame de Villefort said with a smile on her face.

"My father is fine." Jiqiu caught a glimpse of the two little lovers who were having an underground affair, as if they didn't know each other, they didn't even look at each other.

But she seemed to understand why Maximilan was lingering near the box.