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Huang Yifan thought about her worries for a while and then turned her gaze to Chang Yu.

When she was studying art in Paris in the 1930s, someone proposed to establish the Chinese Art Association in France. She was the earliest member and one of the initiators.

At that time, she lived a very comfortable life thanks to the antique inheritance from her mother's family. Although she did not take the initiative to support other members, many benefits flowed out from her fingers for other members to take advantage of, and many people remembered her kindness.

This time when she returned to Paris, it was easy for her to return to her old circle. She just lamented the passing of time. However, Zhou Yueyu gained real benefits. She easily became Pan Yuliang's disciple and could listen to the advice of other painters at any time.

In addition, she moved out of the hotel and rented a larger studio on Green Mill Street, much larger than that of her up-and-coming neighbor, the Swiss sculptor Alberto Giacometti, and about the same size as that of another neighbor, the Spanish painter Pablo Picasso.

She easily stepped into the circle that others were eager to enter.

Xian Yaowen's original idea was that Zhou Yueyu would improve her fashion design skills by learning painting, and have something to kill her boring time. But now it seems that Zhou Yueyu will walk on two legs, with her left leg becoming a world-renowned fashion designer and her right leg becoming a world-renowned female painter.

He will use the resources to build up the former, but it depends on whether Zhou Yueyu has the talent for the latter.

Before Xian Yaowen left Paris, he had a chat with Huang Yifan and asked her to bring Zhou Yueyu into the circle she was familiar with. She did so and did a good job, which made her jealous of Zhou Yueyu.

She has traveled across most of the world, but has not met a man who can shelter her from the wind and rain and pave the way for her dreams. However, Zhou Yueyu, a professional housewife, encountered a glittering meal ticket on the way to finding a new meal ticket, with sufficient balance and considerateness.

Fate is so unfair!
The burning sensation between her fingers reminded her to throw away the cigarette butt. She turned her back away from the wall and pulled at the hem of her clothes to adjust her wool sweater, which was worth more than 20,000 francs.

When Xian Yaowen left, he left her one million francs for clothing expenses. It was for her personally, not for Zhou Yueyu to keep. Zhou Yueyu had another clothing account. She didn't know how much money was in it, but she could tell from the number of coats in Zhou Yueyu's wardrobe that she hadn't worn a duplicate for half a month.

Yes, as a fashion designer, you should always have taste in what you wear.

She took out her silver cigarette case, took out another cigarette, tapped it on the case a few times to light it, took a puff, and walked towards Chang Yu.

Arriving in front of Chang Yu, Huang Yifan said, "Youshu, it's getting late. I have reserved a table at 'La Tour d'Argent'. Shall we move?"

Chang Yu responded with a smile, "Eating you again today?"

In the late 1920s, Chang Yu met Hou Xie, a great collector in Paris at that time. His works began to be noticed and collected by the French art world, and were exhibited in many galleries. He participated in the Autumn Salon and the Independent Salon exhibitions many times.

Since his paintings are popular, his income will naturally not be bad. After he becomes successful, the artist's personality becomes apparent in him - collectors go away, art dealers go to hell, without my Chang Yu's paintings, you will all starve.

After the end of World War II, Chang Yu had no knowledge of business and gradually drifted away from the Parisian art dealers. He could only sell one or two paintings occasionally. His income dropped sharply, but his consumption level did not drop. He continued to live a dissolute life with fat horses, light furs, fine wine and beautiful women. Within two years, he had almost squandered all the wealth he had accumulated in the past and returned to the path of a poor and frustrated painter.

The Silver Tower Restaurant that Huang Yifan mentioned was the one he often visited when he was full of vigor and vitality.

He was very depressed. When he first met Huang Yifan, he was penniless, but Huang Yifan was well-dressed and well-fed. When they met again after many years, he was poor and destitute, but Huang Yifan was still well-fed and well-fed. He had heard that she had fallen on hard times.

He really treated Huang Yifan as a friend. When he learned that Huang Yifan was in poverty, he felt distressed. Now, he really hoped that Huang Yifan would get seriously ill so that he could feel more mentally balanced.

"Don't eat me, eat the vegetables." Huang Yifan replied calmly, and then said to the others: "Today is the Waking of Insects, and people in the north often eat pears. When we get to the restaurant, we'll order a dish of pears stewed in red wine to comfort our homesickness."

Huang Yifan's words drew everyone's thoughts to homesickness and diluted the embarrassment of eating for free. It is not easy to live in Paris. If you don't make a name for yourself and have a stable income, it is actually quite difficult to live in Paris, even though most people's families in China are relatively well-off.

Well, once.

Just like Zao Wou-Ki, the old man runs a bank. He used to be able to support his small family of three and live a well-off life in Paris. But since last year, he has gradually been unable to support them. He has to rely on himself and has to live frugally. The last time he went to a high-end restaurant was the last time, and it seems like a lifetime ago.

It was time for the big meal. Everyone surrounded Huang Yifan, who had bound feet, and walked with ungainly grace steps. They got into taxis and lined up in a long queue to head to the fifth district.

In the restaurant, Huang Yifan gave the opportunity to perform to Zhou Yueyu, who handled it very well. On the recommendation of the sommelier, she went into the restaurant's cellar and selected several bottles of 375ml red wine, which were only half the size of a standard bottle, so that everyone could enjoy top-notch drinking.

She was also very attentive when ordering food. After everyone placed their order, she told the Michelin three stars to hell with it and ordered a few dishes with larger portions so that everyone could share the food when they were still hungry.

She gets to lose face, but everyone gets the benefit.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal very much. After seeing the well-fed and satisfied guests to the car, Zhou Yueyu returned to the dining table, picked up the wine glass and took a sip to calm down.

Huang Yifan stood outside the restaurant for a while, waiting for Zhou Yueyu's driver to arrive. She walked into the restaurant and came to Zhou Yueyu.

"Miss, the car is here."

Zhou Yueyu shook her wine glass and smiled tiredly, "Sister Yifan, please sit down. Let's rest for a while before going over."

"Hey."

Huang Yifan responded, sat down next to Zhou Yueyu, and adjusted her headdress.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

If Zhou Yueyu wants to walk on two legs, she naturally needs to work twice as hard. Her work for the day is not over yet and she still needs to rush around.

Danielle Deleuze recently took on a role in an MGM musical comedy filmed in Paris, which opened the door to Hollywood. While she is happy about the new situation in her career, she has also adapted to the change in her identity. She is now not only an actor, but also a shareholder of the agency Oded Deleuze.

A famous French actress with one foot in Hollywood, these two labels are enough to attract many people in the industry to the cocktail parties she hosts. If you add her connections with high-end fashion brands and high-end clothing designers, even more people in the industry will flock to her.

Zhou Yueyu is going to help Deliyou run the business and at the same time expand her own network in Paris.

"Sister Yifan, do you want to go back first?" Zhou Yueyu picked up a piece of pudding from the plate and put it into Huang Yifan's mouth.

Huang Yifan chewed twice, and when it was convenient to speak, he said, "I'll go with you."

"Sister Yifan, how long have you not been with a man?"

Paris is romantic and tolerant of partners and lovers. The entertainment industry is fashionable and always leads the trend. An entertainment industry cocktail party is always filled with alcohol, and it is imaginable what will happen.

The less crowded and quieter the corner, the more you can hear the beautiful low and high humming, and you can't avoid it even when you go to the bathroom to touch up your makeup.

Zhou Yueyu herself was fine, the afterglow of Xian Yaowen was still there. She clicked her fingers and realized that there were only a few days left before their next reunion. The temporary dryness and heat in her mouth passed, but she was afraid that Huang Yifan was not feeling well.

"Some days."

"Have you ever thought about going to that lawyer?"

The last time Huang Yifan met a lover who was a lawyer when she just arrived in Paris in 1932, they were together for several years. Later, Huang Yifan met her future lover while traveling around the world. She and the lawyer did not explicitly talk about breaking up, and the outbreak of war provided a perfect excuse for separation, and it was not impossible for them to rekindle their relationship.

Huang Yifan shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Time has passed, I am old and ugly, and I don't know if he got through those years smoothly. I won't look for him anymore. It's good to keep him in my heart."

Zhou Yueyu held Huang Yifan's hand and rubbed it gently, "Sister Yifan, don't make yourself too hard."

Huang Yifan gave a slightly forced smile, "I won't."

"Have a drink with me, and then we'll go."

The two of them drank a cup slowly, then took the bus back to Avenue George V, and came to a building that was also built during the Paris renovation period. Just as they were about to enter, they heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching from afar. Following the sound, they saw a woman wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket driving a Harley motorcycle over, with a woman's head on her small shoulders.

With a creak, the motorcycle stopped, and the head on the small shoulder rose up, moved away, then jumped high and landed on the body of another tall woman.

"Bonsoir!" The woman on the bicycle parked her bike and greeted Zhou Yueyu.

"Bonsoir!" Zhou Yueyu smiled at the woman and said, "Shuying, are you coming to the cocktail party too?"

"I'm here to join in the fun." Sun Shuying took off her sunglasses and pointed at the tall woman, "Sun Shucheng, my sister, just came from Hong Kong."

Hearing this, Zhou Yueyu looked at Sun Shucheng, then walked up to him and looked up at him and said, "Shucheng, I heard Baoshu talk about you. You are really tall."

Sun Shucheng knew that Zhou Yueyu was Xian Yaowen's woman, and was aware that they had only recently established a relationship. She had a very bad impression of Zhou Yueyu and wanted to slap her in the face.

It’s nothing, I just hate the whole house and the dog.

No matter how nicely Xian Yaowen said, she always thought that she was exiled to Paris and sent far away so that she would be out of sight and out of mind.

"Humph, a few more isn't much, but one more of me is more."

Sun Shucheng was extremely upset, but she maintained a good demeanor. She shook hands with Zhou Yueyu and said, "Miss Zhou, I've heard my mother talk about you, but I haven't heard Yao Wen mention you."

When Zhou Yueyu heard the word "Yao Wen", she felt strange. She knew the relationship between Fei Baoshu and Xian Yao Wen. As the daughter of Fei Baoshu, Sun Shucheng should not call Xian Yao Wen by his name without his surname no matter how she viewed him or whether her relationship with him was close or not.

But Sun Shucheng did this. What was she trying to imply?
Zhou Yueyuyi didn't think about the relationship between a man and a woman for a moment. She suppressed the strange feeling and chuckled, "Shucheng, you came at the right time. There will be several Hollywood stars at the cocktail party today."

Seeing that her little tricks did not achieve the desired effect, Sun Shucheng lost interest. She let go of Zhou Yueyu's hand and said in a low voice, "It's good."

Sun Shuying noticed something was wrong, she came over, took Sun Shucheng's arm and said to Zhou Yueyu: "Sister Yueyu, let's go in, I can't wait to meet the Hollywood star."

"Okay, let's go in." There was a slope, and Zhou Yueyu saw the opportunity and went down.

A group of four people entered the building and were immediately surrounded by noise, deafening music, men and women laughing, and kissing. There were a few couples kissing against the wall as if no one was around, and cocktail glasses lying on the floor, soaked with wine.

The four of them quickened their pace toward the stairs, but they stepped on the ground very lightly, for fear of startling the wild mandarin ducks.

Going down to the basement, the sounds of music and conversation became increasingly deafening. Zhou Yueyu suppressed her discomfort, apologized to the Sun sisters, walked to the wine table, picked up a cocktail, and then walked towards Deliyou who was having a friendly conversation with a lady.

"Bonsoir, Daniel."

"Bonsoir, Zhou, you're here." Deliyou greeted Zhou Yueyu with a smile, "Let me introduce you to Barbara, a wealthy woman. Barbara, this is Zhou, a famous fashion designer, and her works will soon be released at the Louvre."

"Holding a new product launch conference in the Louvre?" Barbara exclaimed, "What a genius idea, Zhou, you must give me an invitation. I want to attend the conference."

Zhou Yueyu knew that this Barbara, whose full name was Barbara Hutton, was a wealthy woman. In recent days, newspapers had been filled with her photos and lengthy reports. The reports were so detailed that they seemed like observation reports written after observing with a magnifying glass.

She smiled and responded, "Barbara, I'd love for you to attend. Has the invitation been sent to that address? I mean the one in the newspaper."

Barbara Hutton spread her hands. "Damn reporters, they surround my house all day long. I don't dare to live there anymore. I live in the Ritz Hotel now."

"Oh, what a coincidence! I used to live at the Ritz Hotel for a long time, and I just moved to Green Mill Street recently. I set up a small studio there."

“Costume design?”

"No, it's a painting studio. Painting is my hobby. I dream of becoming a famous painter one day."

"Really? Can you invite me to visit your studio? I want to admire your paintings. Maybe I should collect a few of your paintings before you become a famous painter."

Barbara Hutton's tone sounded sincere, with a hint of flattery, but whether it was sincere or not must be questioned. Although she was a "poor little rich girl", she did not lack the necessary social education.

Children of aristocratic families who have received a good education are always able to be very compatible with those below them. Once they have started a dialogue, they will not keep others at a distance, nor will they act arrogantly. Instead, they will always be "polite" and "comfortable".

This is something that has been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations, and is ingrained in your bones. Once you are on the scene, you will have a stress response and there is no need to deliberately do it.

Of course, if you want to perform better, you must always keep your brain with you.

Zhou Yueyu said with a little excitement: "Of course, I very much welcome you to visit."

"OK, let's make an appointment for the next time we meet." Barbara Hutton raised her glass to Zhou Yueyu. After receiving a response, she took a sip of wine and continued the unfinished conversation with Deliyu.

Zhou Yueyu listened and found that it was a "serious" topic, so she apologized and walked away.

After looking around, she found someone she was interested in, Jane Patchett, a well-known American model. (End of this chapter)