As the sun rises, protests on the streets of Paris gradually increase.
Sitting in the car, Xu Chuan and others could clearly feel that the entire atmosphere was different from yesterday.
There are obviously more police cars on the road, and there are also military police with guns everywhere near important buildings.
"Wow, what's going on?"
Zheng Enxi’s little friend exclaimed, she had never seen such a situation before.
"It's okay. This happens often in France. We are lucky. If you catch up with the strike, you won't even be able to take the subway."
Xu Chuan sat in the back and explained to her.
The group of them had already arrived at the meeting point and got on the bus, which was heading to Chambord Castle in the Loire Valley.
The whole journey takes almost three hours.
Not long after we set out on the road, everyone except Xu Chuan had already fallen asleep after putting on their makeup.
Oh, so boring.
It wasn't that he wasn't sleepy, but there were strangers around him, so he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.
Put on your sunglasses and lean on your seat, close your eyes and relax, and occasionally take out your phone to take two photos of the scenery on the road and send them to your girlfriends.
By the way, to listen to their complaints, the photos of yesterday and Sheila on the streets of Paris have been posted online. This situation will of course cause backlash from other people.
He didn't feel annoyed at all, but patiently comforted the others.
These women have made the biggest compromise in their lives for him. If he is not even willing to say soft words, then he is really not a human being.
When he was almost at his destination, Xu Chuan called out to everyone else. It was not that he was trying to tease these people out of spite.
"We're almost here, wake up first, be careful if you catch a cold when you get out of the car, don't catch a cold."
Chen Zi woke up and wiped her face with a wet wipe, then continued to touch up her makeup, "Xiaochuan, didn't you get some sleep?"
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Xu Chuan answered, and everyone woke up one after another.
It didn't take long to reach our destination. The Loire River Valley is one of the centers of ancient French civilization. There are acres of forests and many historical sites on both sides of the river, the most numerous of which are castles.
The Chambord Castle is the most magnificent of them all.
...(I won’t introduce the word count of history)
"HI, Bell..."
As soon as I got off the car, I saw a familiar face, Casper Heikmedia.
"Damn, why are you here?"
Xu Chuan walked over.
"Ha, of course there is work to do."
Casper pointed behind him, and there was a family of four standing not far away.
Well, the Sériol Durand family who was once saved by him.
After the last time in Paris, Xu Chuan hadn't seen them for a long time.
Even if there is cooperation between the two parties, they are all staff members who contact each other.
In fact, this surprised Durand. In Chinese, he said, "Why doesn't this person repay his kindness in return?"
Except for the initial request for Durand's help in setting up the energy industry and the purchase of a batch of oil and gas equipment, there seems to be nothing else, and those equipment were paid for.
So much so that Durand seems to be cooperating more with HCLI now.
After not seeing each other for several years, Durand and his wife have not changed much, but their two children have grown up a lot.
Children who were only five or six years old back then should be in primary school now. Do you want to...
Forget it, it's quite boring to always use the Mathematical Olympiad trick.
Young Master Xu's thoughts have long since flown to nowhere.
After greeting a family of four, Xu Chuan realized that the other party was dressed up this time. Not only were the couple wearing formal attire, but so were the two little friends.
He bent down and shook hands with the two little ones, and then rubbed the little boy's head. The boy ran away in disgust.
Oops, let’s arrange for the Mathematical Olympiad...
The little girl was much cuter. She carried her skirt and performed the traditional French court etiquette with Xu Chuan.
Then he raised his head and gave Xu Chuan a big smile.
Haha, the child who is in the teething period is missing two front teeth.
Xu Chuan reminded himself, 'Be patient, I am a professional...' and cannot hurt the little friend's self-esteem.
But it's so funny.
Chen Zi and others who were not far away did not come over. They knew very well that those who could talk and laugh with Xu Chuan in such a place were definitely not ordinary people.
Moreover, the silver-haired young man is too conspicuous. If you have paid attention to some of Xu Chuan's activities, it will be clear that this man is the heir to a large European company.
As for the other family, it was obvious from the bodyguards surrounding them that they must be important people.
Chen Zi said with emotion, "This is the first time in these days that I have seen Xiaochuan smile so happily. He must be his good friend."
Others agreed.
When Xu Chuan came back with a little girl wearing a princess dress, a group of people gathered around her.
"Oh, whose child is this? It's so beautiful."
Song Qian exclaimed.
It's not an exaggeration. Those two children did inherit the excellent genes of their parents, at least they looked very good.
As long as they don't grow crooked when they grow up, even if their family goes bankrupt, they will have no problem relying on their reputation to earn a living.
"They are all coaxing me. Almost all the luxury goods endorsements you want have something to do with their family."
Xu Chuan said something jokingly, and then the eyes of several of them immediately lit up.
But the little girl was following him, and she seemed to still vaguely remember what happened that night.
People participating in cultural exchange activities gradually arrived, and the organizer once again determined the order of performances with them.
"Okay, okay, change clothes when it's time to change, and get ready when it's time to get ready."
"Those who haven't memorized the Shui Tiao song should continue to memorize it. No mobile phones are allowed during the performance. If you can't even do this, I will prevent you from receiving any scripts in the future."
These two words directly made Rong Zishan and Zhao Yutong's faces darken, but they could only curse in their hearts, because they all knew that this guy might really be able to do it.
"Haha, scaring is still useful."
Looking at the two people on the side who finally stopped laughing and joking, Xu Chuan and Chen Zi said with a smile.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How can he have the time to target these two idiots, and they are worthy?
"You, really..."
Chen Zi said helplessly.
Xu Chuan pointed in the direction of Durand and Casper, "I can't help it. If they mess up, it will be a shame for all of us, and I still have to save face in front of my friends."
This cultural exchange event is actually not particularly formal. The French side also arranged a tour guide to take everyone around this famous castle before the performance.
Xu Chuan, on the other hand, followed the team while eating the sandwich he made himself.
Looking at some Chinese-style porcelain placed in the castle, he looked around, and then said vaguely, "MD, I will burn you sooner or later."
Then he was slapped by the elder sister next to him.
The place where they performed was on the lawn in front of the castle.
The process is actually similar to some reports and performances in China. Officials from the Cultural Affairs Bureau and some celebrities with good relations with China were present.
Of course, there is also Durand's family. Well, if we really go back in time, this place may be regarded as their ancestral home.
After a brief introduction to the guests and performing groups, there were bursts of applause.
Because they are all in French, Xu Chuan has been translating for everyone.
When this process is completed, the performance officially begins.
The first one is the song "Jasmine" that almost always comes to mind when foreigners mention China.
…
People like Xu Chuan were conducting exchange activities at Chambord, and exchange activities were also going on in downtown Paris.
Those citizens and the police began an intimate exchange, but instead of singing, they used rocks and tear gas, and the two sides became involved.
This was obviously organized online.
Victor Miguel's deputy suggested cutting off the Internet directly, but Victor felt the impact would be too great and did not agree.
Located in Barbes in the 18th arrondissement, Michael Mason found a den where he often came to sell stolen goods.
He hid in a nearby park all night. After thinking about it, there was really no place he could go, so he could only find this place to find a hiding place.
"Please, Baba, I need a place to hide."
A black man with a white beard but no discernible age sat behind a table and looked at each other.
The person who often helped Michael Mason sell stolen goods was a black man named Baba from West Africa who had a wife and eight children.
"You killed four people."
"I didn't do that. I just stole a bag. I didn't know there was a bomb inside."
Michael Mason was going crazy when he talked about it. That woman named Zoe really killed him.
"I never thought you were that kind of person."
It was obvious that the other party didn't believe him very much, and the gang members in the room were also watching his movements closely.
"Baba, you should understand me."
The other party looked at him, "Do I really understand?"
"Please..."
Michael Mason is completely helpless now.
The black man named Baba pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "Now you owe me a favor."
Michael Mason breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course, I will definitely pay it back."
Then Baba stood up and said, "Follow me."
He took Mason upstairs, where he did business and lived.
"Thank you, Baba."
There were many people, both men and women, living in the house. Except for one woman, the others were children of all ages, ranging from babies to teenagers.
Baba spoke to the woman in his native dialect, and then motioned to Mason to stay here and not go out.
Mason nodded awkwardly to the woman.
The other party just looked at him nervously and then exited the living room.
He had no choice but to sit down on the sofa first, while the parade and conflicts outside were still playing on the TV opposite.
And of course there is his wanted warrant.
Michael Mason covered his face, all this happened because of him, no, it was all because of that woman.
What he didn't notice was that the people in the room were leaving from the side door. The woman took one last look at him and then went out and locked the door.
He is the only one left in this room.
…
The performance at Chambord has come to an end, and Xu Chuan is standing in front of this castle full of history, singing the song à la volonté du peuple.
But how could Mr. Xu sing so honestly?
He divided the song into three parts, French, English and Chinese, and each sang a section.
This kind of play certainly aroused the cheers of everyone present.
Of course, some people posted this video directly online.
At this time, near the Saint-Denis neighborhood in Paris, two special police officers were beating a so-called suspect with batons on the street corner.
They were quite ruthless and seemed to intend to kill the man. They did not stop until the man was dying and no longer moving.
Behind the trash can, there were passers-by taking videos with their mobile phones.
When he saw the SWAT officer, he did not run away, but directly greeted him, "The photo was very clear."
One of the special police officers spat at the man lying on the ground, "Then send it to Lafite quickly."
Raffi Bertrand, the captain of the RAID, was the driving force behind all this. He received the video and watched it without any problems, and immediately asked his subordinates to post it online.
The purpose is to add fire to the current situation.
"Oh, there are actually Chinese people performing at the castle today."
One of his men handed over his mobile phone, and the video above happened to be Xu Chuan's last performance.
Rafite Bertrand took it and looked at it. This song is really well-known in France.
Then his mind twitched and he made the decision that was probably the most regrettable in his life.
"Cut this video and put it on that website."
For this operation, they created a website specifically, and they gave tasks to those who followed them through this website.
Following his decision, the citizens, once again excited by the violent law enforcement by the special police, spread this patchwork version of the People's Song throughout the streets of Paris.
By the time Xu Chuan found out, the whole of Paris seemed to be singing this song of the people, and of course they were singing the French version.
It made the whole of Paris seem to have been transported into the opera "Les Misérables".
His first thought was, "First of all, I didn't mess with any of you."
My second thought was, "It's quite appropriate for the occasion."
The third thought is, "Did these bastards pay royalties?"
They were sitting on the bus returning to Paris, and everyone on the bus was secretly looking at him.
What are you doing? If you had told me earlier, if you had known he would have really sang the Internationale.
His cell phone rang soon and it was Zhou Hao calling.
The other party was a little nervous this time. No one wanted to be involved in such a serious incident, because it could easily lead to anger.
"It's okay. What you want to do is let the legal department file a lawsuit with the Paris court and sue this website for infringement of my portrait rights or other copyrights. You can just do it as you see fit."
Xu Chuan said nonchalantly, in his eyes this was not a big deal at all.
Even if he really stood on the streets of Paris and took the lead in singing the Internationale, those people would not dare to come out and bite him.
But this thing is still quite disgusting.
"What's that guy's name?" Xu Chuan opened his notebook and wrote down Rafite Bertrand's name.