After two meals, I slept well and had a long time of fun. As the sweet Chinese prompt service sounded in the cabin, everyone finally knew that they had flew to the bright pearl of Europe, over the free and romantic metropolis of Paris, France.

Tianran looked out at the window. After looking around for a long time, his beautiful face wrinkled. He looked back at Zhao Yongqi and asked in confusion: "Frog Oppa, why is it still in broad daylight? We have been flying for so long, and it is almost eight o'clock in the evening on our phones. Why is it still a big sun here?"

"Haha, I'll just say you are a little slime, you're not a ignorant." Zhao Yongqi said happily, completely ignoring the little girl who had already pouted her little mouth. "France and us have a negative time difference of seven hours. We took off from the Du Airport at 8 o'clock in the morning and flew about eleven hours forty minutes. After slashing seven hours, it's actually less than one pm here. So, it's natural that it's daytime."

"Oh oh oh, so that's how it is, it's really interesting." Tianran understood and lit his head with a smile.

The smiling Zhao Yongqi continued: "Aren't our country studying the 4,000-kilometer pipeline air-breathing high-speed railway? If one day it really happens, then from Duo to Paris, if you listen to the New Year's bell at 1:00 a.m. to sit on it, then when you arrive, you can continue to listen to the New Year's bell here. Isn't it amazing?"

"Hehe, it's really interesting." Tianrandai looked very interested and said, "If there is really something happening one day, I must go and sit there."

Looking at Tianrandai and nodded slightly, Zhao Yongqi held the handrail and stood up and said to everyone: "Now, please pack your own things and don't pull them down. We will arrive in Paris soon."

...

Huge jet polite, landing smoothly at the Charles de Gaulle International Airport in France.

After politely thanking the flight attendants for their service, Zhao Yongqi and his group carried their own small bags and got off the plane one by one. When they passed the customs and walked out of the terminal, they saw several men standing at the pick-up entrance with huge cards in their hands. Naturally, these people were the Qiying staff sent by Zi Ye to fight the front station.

"Hello Brother Xiao Qi, everyone." When I saw Zhao Yongqi, a man in his thirties and looking very gentle and innocent, came up with a smile, "Thank you all for a hard journey. Come on, please hand over your luggage to us. I will take you to the booked hotel."

Although he was very enthusiastic about him, Zhao Yongqi did not know the people in front of him. Naturally, he nodded and responded politely, and followed the pace of these people.

In the parking lot, there were already waiting in line for a long time. After guiding everyone to get on, the convoy began to head towards the city.

The vehicle had just started, and the man who looked like the person in charge of the trip, who was sitting in the front seat, turned around and smiled and said, "Brother Xiao Qi, everyone, I'm sorry, we have to take a little bit of a road. Today, there was a strike parade of medical staff from the French Labor Association on the main road that was originally necessary, so I can't leave for the time being."

"Hey? Strike?" Xiao Baozi also became interested and said with a curious look on his face: "I have grown up so old and have never seen a strike parade."

"Haha, Miss Zhao doesn't know that in France, strikes are like weekend activities, and there are often." The man explained with a smile.

When he reached out to touch Xiao Baozi's head, Zhao Yongqi smiled and said, "The French people claim to be a nation that pursues freedom and romance. For most of them, work is a waste of time. Therefore, various strikes in France are endless. Not only ordinary job strikes, but even government functional institutions such as police strike. Working twenty-eight hours a week, the salary is one of the best in Europe, but the French still feel unsatisfied, so there are often strikes."

"Twenty-eight hours!" Cheng He sighed, moved his big butt a few times, and said in a fascination: "In our place, working for forty hours a week, it is already satisfying that most people can have a double break. When can we have such working hours?"

"Haha, just think about it. It would be a good benefit for us to take some time to work and let the staff do radio gymnastics. There is a special afternoon tea time here." Zhao Yongqi smiled and shook his head, obviously he had no expectations for this "delusion".

Cheng He nodded, suddenly turned his head to Zhao Yongqi's direction, and said with a smile: "Petroleum Qi, how much time do you work in a week on the set? Is it seventy hours or one hundred hours?"

"It's not that much. When it's busiest, it's about twelve hours a day, right? It's about eighty hours a week." Zhao Yongqi said after catching it and thinking about it: "But this year is empty. I took a week off during the Chinese New Year. Last time, the Qin Dynasty finished its shopping mall and took another week off. I was almost lazy to get out of worries."

"Damn, this is called lazy worms?" Cheng He glared at his eyes and immediately sighed: "I think you shouldn't be an artist, but you should change to move bricks. According to your working hours, the high-speed rail we built over the years can double the mileage."

"Ha ha……"

"roll!"

Amid the laughter, the convoy where Zhao Yongqi and others were located bypassed a large circle and finally entered the heart of Paris.

Zi Ye knew very well that his **oss was a real hedonistic school, not to mention that even if it was not the case, the little woman was unwilling to see the man feel uncomfortable living. Therefore, through some special relationships, this powerful woman arranged for them one of the best hotels in Paris, the Resef Hotel in a very short time.

This luxury hotel, which is only a few steps away from the Elysees, Place de la Concorde and the famous Champs Elysees, can be regarded as the top three of the more than 1,800 hotels in Paris. Of course, the cost is also astronomical. Similar to the luxury suite chosen for Zhao Yongqi, it is nearly 8,000 US dollars in one night.

Of course, these things are not subject to the male god. According to his own words, he is only responsible for the release of people, and the rest are handled by the strong women in his own home.

Zhao Yongqi didn't feel anything special when he was able to move in such a near-real center. Instead, the little women were particularly excited. Just as the convoy had just entered Montaigne Avenue near the hotel, the scenery outside the window had already fascinated the sight of these beautiful goddesses. If it weren't for not checking in, maybe these beauties, big and small, would have already yelled to get off the car and go for a trip.
Chapter completed!