"How come the Parisians haven't heard of Wei Wangdi's name?" The driver held the steering wheel with one hand, turned around and looked at Dong Qiangqiang quickly, then turned his head, and smiled, "You don't seem to be here in Paris for the first time."

"Why?"

"Whoever comes to Paris for the first time will be attracted by the glory of those scenic spots and monuments. They will indicate to visit Versailles, Fontainebleau, Arc de Triomphe, Place de Gaulle, Louvre, Olympus, Moulin Rouge and other places. Of course, there are also places with fewer people, such as the Little Paris Palace, metal asparagus, etc., but Prestige is really nothing good to look at." The driver was marketing in an experienced manner, hoping 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?"

"It's the Eiffel Tower. Now everyone says it is a symbol of the city, but my grandfather said that Parisians hated this project at the beginning, so they gave it such a nickname." The driver explained.

"This is the first time I've heard of it," Dong Qiangqiang stumbled, "Metal asparagus, metal asparagus...is interesting."

"How is it? Which one do you want to see?" The driver thought that Dong Qiangqiang was moved by him and asked, "If I want to go to Versailles or Fontainebleau, I will go out at the intersection in front."

"Thank you for your recommendation." Dong Qiangqiang emphasized, "But I'm going to Weiwangdi headquarters now."

"You said you were here for a trip," the driver asked unwillingly at Dongfang Kong in the rearview mirror in the car, "Are you going to Wei Wangdi to interview a model?"

"Model?" Dong Qiangqiang looked down at his clothes and laughed silently, "No, I'm not here for an interview."

"I know many young people like to go there to be models, and I pulled 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, and turned his eyes out of the car window while distracting the topic. "Does Parisians like Prestige?"

"I don't know if I like it or not, but it has many office locations, and it should be rich companies, just like those cosmetics companies." The driver curled his lips, "I wanted to go in before, hey, it's a pity..."

Dong Qiangqiang asked a few more questions of concern, but the driver only knew about the market gossip, which was very different from the answer he expected. The only thing that could be confirmed was that Wei Wangdi is indeed a big company with all the news. However, as for what business it does, even locals in Paris do not know very well. For example, the driver did not know that Wei Wangdi's main business also has water and garbage disposal businesses. The clean tap water she used every day came from the water group under Wei Wangdi, and the garbage she generated every day was also recycled and processed by Wei Wangdi.

While chatting with the other party, he observed the environment in Paris. As the driver said, the closer the car is to the city, the cleaner the road is, the more sycamore trees there are on both sides, the less dirty graffiti on the walls on both sides of the road, and the line of beautiful buildings is lined up, and even more luxury cars driving on the road.

Although it was noon, the traffic flow was not moving smoothly. Dong Qiangqiang's car slowly moved forward in the traffic flow. Looking at other vehicles in front, back and left and right of the taxi, as well as various small motorcycles that were as flexible as rats 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, "Oriental, where did you come from? Isn't your city traffic jam?"

It has been almost a year since Dong Qiangqiang left home, and he didn't know that there are more cars on the streets in Beijing now. He carefully recalled the scene on the street before going abroad, but finally lost to his memory. "It seems that there are not so many cars on Beijing (on the streets)."

"You're 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 will choose the Forbidden City and roast duck. Dong Qiangqiang is no longer surprised. "Do you like Beijing?"

"Of course, but I don't mean to offend. Beijing still cannot be compared with Paris. Paris has a history of thousands of years, and Beijing... well, I don't know, one hundred years or two hundred years?" the driver asked with a shaking head.

"The history of Beijing is about 3,000 years, and the history of capital construction is about 600 years." Dong Qiangqiang corrected, "The history of capital construction is shorter than that of Paris, but it is also an ancient city with a long history."

"No matter what, if a city is not stuck in traffic, it means it is not prosperous enough." The driver seemed to want to find superiority from Dong Qiangqiang. "There are many cars that are doing business, and the number of people that are doing business means more buildings and companies. There are many buildings and companies that are more businesses means more businesses, and there are more businesses. Of course, I am not saying that Paris is prosperous everywhere. Like the Paris East Station where you just got on the bus, there is no business. I generally don't like to run there. Otherwise, I don't want you to get on the bus if you see you are a foreigner."

Maybe taxi drivers in big cities like to make fun of it. Dong Qiangqiang understands it very well. If you stay in a closed space every day and don’t talk to people more, you will definitely be autistic.

The two chatted all the way, and the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

"Young man, finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. Paris is not a paradise." The female driver shouted to Dong Qiangqiang, who was standing on the side of the road and looking at the Prestige Building, "Although you are a man, it's best not to run around at night. The railway station and the subway station are first-class and dangerous places. Please be careful when walking on the street at night."

"Thank you for the reminder." Dong Qiangqiang turned his head and waved to thank him.

Seeing Dong Qiangqiang hear his words, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the taxi re-entered the rolling traffic.

Dong Qiangqiang did not rashly walk into the building, but walked to a newsstand next to him to observe the building first.

This is a traditional building with a full beige granite marble facade. The whole building is simple and elegant, with a moderate shape, and the exterior wall lines are clean and neat. There is no common relief in other classical buildings. Even the glass is uniformly covered with blue film, and the structure inside is completely unseen from the outside. The first feeling of Dong Qiangqiang is not like an office building of a listed company, but more like a solemn government office building. Moreover, it is completely different from the colorful flags flying on the roof of the surrounding office buildings. The roof of the Presbyterian Di is incredibly clean. As a very well-known giant enterprise, there are neither colorful flags nor common company names or giant neon lights with logos on the roof. The only thing that can explain the identity of the entire building to outsiders is the seven purple letters stuck to the plexiglass hanging above the middle of the main entrance of the building: vivendi.

On the outside of the main entrance were two tall men in black, with serious faces and serious eyes looking at the people walking into the building.

Dong Qiangqiang saw some fashionable men and women dressed in bright clothes walking over with a smile and said, thinking that they were the models the driver had just mentioned, but the people in black just looked at it and did not stop them.

Not long after the models entered the building, a business car was parked in front of the door. Some men and women carrying cameras and microphones jumped out of the car and walked towards the door one after another, but were stopped by the man in black.

It’s not like someone to knock it out if you can’t even enter the gate. While Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself, his eyes accidentally fell on the cover of the magazine at the newsstand, and a sudden light of inspiration appeared in his mind.

He quickly walked to the corner of the office building next to him with a mountaineering bag, took out his casual suit prepared in advance from his backpack and changed his squirt suit, put on a simple tie, took out a gel water and a comb to clean his long loose hair neatly, sprayed some Montblanc perfume given by Du Lan, put on the Ray-Ban sunglasses given by Lao Bai, shaved his beard, and finally put on his trousers and uppers. He looked very different from the tourists before, with a bit of fashion. He was already tall and seemed to be a bit model.

He was so clean that he stood quietly in the corner and waited patiently. After more than ten minutes, as he expected, another group of young men and women walked towards the door. Dong Qiangqiang put his heart on, picked up his backpack, and ran towards the end of the men and women with great strides.

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Chapter completed!