money player

The woman followed Xian Yaowen's wishes and entered the Seine River cafe on the Left Bank.

Entering his territory was probably an inevitable coincidence.

Seine River·Rive Gauche is located in a prime location on the Left Bank of the Seine. The decoration and furnishings in the store are very exquisite. Compared with other coffee shops, more attention is paid to the ingredients. For coffee and snacks of the same consumption level, the quality of Seine River·Rive Gauche is slightly higher.

Moreover, the Left Bank of the Seine has not been defined. It has not become a place where a group of people with similar attributes gather on a regular basis, unlike the Café de Flore, which is a fixed gathering place for intellectuals and artists. Sartre and Beauvoir, the philosophical couple, liked to go there.

It's not like the Deux Magots Café, which is a favorite place for painters and writers, such as Picasso and Hemingway. They also set up the Deux Magots Literary Award in a weird but natural way. It's okay for tires to review food, and there's nothing wrong with coffee reviewing literature.

Xian Yaowen had thought that after Darwin entered the field of standard firearms and produced a popular firearm that swept the world, he would use some of the profits to sponsor the Peace Prize. Perhaps he would also write a letter to Khun Sa, earnestly inviting him to sponsor the selection of the Anti-Drug Ambassador.

It is not like the Peace Café, which has long been a place for the upper class to show off. Unless you have tens of millions of francs on you, your legs will feel weak when sitting there.

The Left Bank of the Seine welcomes all guests who can afford coffee, from all walks of life, except those with the surname Xian.

When Xian Yaowen and Gao Fengxiuzi sat down at the seats near the door, Sun Shucheng came over to greet them personally, ignoring Xian Yaowen and only saying to Gao Fengxiuzi, "Bonjour, what would you like to drink, Miss?"

"Japanese people can't understand Chinese," Xian Yaowen reminded.

Hearing this, Sun Shucheng changed the question into English and asked it again, and the two communicated smoothly.

After the communication, Sun Shucheng left without even asking Xian Yaowen what he wanted to drink.

Such an obvious attitude was naturally visible to Gao Fengxiuzi. She asked, "Takano-san, have you ever offended that lady?"

"I'm her elder, and I just taught her a lesson yesterday." Xian Yaowen said as his eyes turned to the woman sitting a few tables away.

"So that's it." Takamine Hideko suddenly realized.

After a while, the woman noticed Xian Yaowen's gaze, and their eyes intertwined in the air. The woman asked with her eyes: "You followed me all the way, what do you want to do?"

This is not the world of romance stories written by female writers. The woman is not blind and her brain does not seem to be disabled. She was followed all the way from the bus to the subway and then to the cafe. If her first reaction was to be secretly happy about being followed by her admirer, she would probably leave the romance world. Her best ending would be to be fished out of the pond with her naked body. The cause of death would be clear and no autopsy would be required.

Xian Yaowen smiled at the woman, then turned to look at Gao Fengxiuzi, "Do you have any francs on you?"

"Yes, how much do you need?"

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "She found out she was being followed, so I'm going to go over and ask her directly. Let's play a little game and bet on whether she will splash coffee on me or not. The stakes are 100 francs."

Gao Fengxiuzi turned to look at the woman, then turned back and smiled: "Can you raise the stakes?"

"Yes, the winner can make a reasonable request to the loser."

"make a deal."

Xian Yaowen nodded to Gao Fengxiuzi and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

Under Gao Fengxiuzi's gaze, Xian Yaowen slowly walked towards the woman and arrived at the woman's table in two seconds. "Bonjour, can I sit down?"

The woman looked at Xian Yaowen's face, then looked at Gao Fengxiuzi, and then her gaze returned to Xian Yaowen's face. She said with a slightly teasing tone: "Two at a time, isn't that too greedy?"

Xian Yaowen pulled a chair and sat down. "She and I have a working relationship. I have met her before, but she doesn't know me. This was a coincidence. I am not a stalker, and I don't intend to offend you. I followed you all the way just to observe you and figure out one thing."

"What's the problem?" the woman asked warily.

"Relax." Xian Yaowen pressed his hands downwards. "I'm a clothing merchant, mainly making underwear. I noticed that you adjusted the straps of your underwear several times on the bus. I wanted to find out why, so I followed you all the way and tried to find the problem through observation."

Xian Yaowen spread his hands and said, "I have a few guesses, but I can't be sure which one is correct. So, I came to you and wanted to make an appointment with you. My female subordinate will come forward to communicate with you. Of course, it will be paid. You will get a one-time reward of no less than 5 francs, and there is a possibility of getting a long-term contract with an annual salary of no less than 50 francs."

"What should I do?"

Xian Yaowen took out a notebook and wrote down the contact information while saying, "Because this involves some taboos for you women, I'd better let my female subordinate talk to you. Because when I came here, I made a bet with my female companion whether you would splash coffee on my face."

Xian Yaowen tore off a page, placed it on the table and pushed it towards the woman. "You can go to this address tomorrow. I will make arrangements in advance. You just need to tell the staff 'You and Adam have made an appointment' and someone will be there to entertain you."

The woman took the paper and took a look. When she saw the address was in a prime location in Place Vendôme, her fear of the unknown almost disappeared. She put the paper away and smiled, "I'm Nikki. Do you want me to spill coffee on you?"

"Adam, obviously not." Xian Yaowen waved his hand and said, "Nikki, can you tell me your occupation? I want to verify whether my guess is correct."

"What do you think I do for a living?"

"A nightclub clerk or an office secretary."

Nikki smiled slyly, "You guessed it right."

Seeing that Nikki had no intention of telling him clearly, Xian Yaowen leaned forward and said, "Don't bother me too much. The coffee here is good. Enjoy it. I'll pay for it."

"Thank you."

"Goodbye."

As soon as Xian Yaowen returned to his seat, Gao Fengxiuzi chuckled and said, "Takano-san, it looks like I lost."

"Yu Wuru! It should be."

Takamine Hideko took out a 100-franc note and placed it on the table. "What do you want?"

Xian Yaowen picked up the franc and said with a smile, "You can order an extra dessert later. Miss Gao Feng, do you know Yamamoto Shiro?"

Hearing the name, Gao Fengxiuzi guessed what Xian Yaowen was going to ask, "Could it be that Takano-san is the president of the Fujisan Company?"

"To be precise, it is one of the shareholders of the Fujisan Company's shareholder company. Ms. Gao Feng has made such a guess. I guess she has guessed what I am going to ask for?"

"Hay."

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "You guessed wrong. My request is not that excessive. My request is that when your vacation is over, you should talk to Yamamoto-kun and listen to what kind of treatment he will give you. If you are satisfied, you can call me President Gao Ye in the future."

Takamine Hideko said with a smile: "I can call you President Takano now."

"You don't need to right now. I still prefer you to call me Takano-san, or just Adam."

"Adam." Takamine Hideko bowed slightly, "You can just call me Hideko."

Hideko Takamine debuted as a child star and started making movies at the age of five. She has been in the industry for twenty-two years. How could she not understand the ways of the world? The president of a film and television company made her a humble friend, so she naturally knew how to climb up the ladder. Whether she joins Fujisan Company is another matter, but it is always good to have such a relationship.

When Sun Shucheng brought coffee to Gao Fengxiuzi, a truck stopped at the entrance of the cafe. A man jumped out of the cab, took off his hat and shouted to Sun Shucheng: "Bonjour Vietnam!"

Sun Shucheng turned around and greeted with a smile, "Bonjour, Sylvie."

Sylvie leaned towards Sun Shucheng and said, "Betty, I need a cup of Vietnamese coffee."

"Please wait."

"How long do you have to wait..." Sylvie's eyes suddenly met Xian Yaowen's face. He said in surprise and delight: "Merry Christmas!"

Xian Yaowen responded with a smile, "Sylvie, my friend, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

Sylvie walked quickly to Xian Yaowen, took his hand, and said excitedly: "Vietnamese Santa Claus, am I dreaming?"

"I don't think so." Xian Yaowen pointed at the truck and smiled, "Is it your own car?"

“Yes, I opened a transportation company,” Sylvie said proudly. “Bonjour Vietnam!”

Xian Yaowen shook Sylvie's hand and said, "Mr. Moppet, there will be bread and milk."

Sylvie laughed heartily and said, "I have them all, I have them all."

"There will be foie gras and Bordeaux red wine. Now is a good time for France to develop truck transportation. Sylvie, for the sake of our friendship, please allow me to invest in your transportation company and we will expand our business together."

Sylvie beamed, "Good Morning Vietnam needs a Vietnamese shareholder."

Xian Yaowen retracted his right hand and gestured to Sylvie to Sun Shucheng, "I'm Adam. She knows how to contact me. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you call me and we'll arrange a time for dinner."

"I cordially invite you to dinner at my house," Sylvie said sincerely.

Xian Yaowen nodded, "I will bring red wine."

Gao Fengxiuzi didn't understand French, but she was surprised that Xian Yaowen actually knew a truck driver and that the two seemed to have a good relationship.

Sun Shucheng, who could understand French, was even more surprised. During the handover, Shuying had explained that Sylvie was a delivery driver who cooperated with the cafe and that Shuying had picked her at random from the list in the advertisement. The reason for choosing Sylvie was simply because she liked the name "Sylvie" the most among several drivers. He did not expect that the person chosen randomly turned out to be an acquaintance of Xian Yaowen.

Xian Yaowen couldn't help but sigh at the strangeness of fate. In such a big city like Paris, it was so easy to meet Sylvie again. Since fate had arranged for them to meet again, and now was the golden age for the development of the truck transportation industry, he might as well try to see if Sylvie could catch a huge fortune.

The truck transportation industry is rather special and is not suitable for operating large-scale transportation groups. Large scale means that it must be operated in the most formal manner. Expenditures in many aspects such as taxes, driver benefits, unions, and operating costs must meet the highest standards, and the profit margins cannot be achieved by small companies.

Instead of investing huge sums of money to run its own trucking giant, it is better to cast a wide net to support small transportation companies, and then intervene when the time is right to operate an information consulting company.

All they had to do was open small stores in several major industrial cities and ports in Europe, then sit back and wait for business to come to them, charge a small information fee to the trucks that came by, and then share the profits based on a percentage of the orders they would receive when their empty trucks returned.

Adhere to the idea of ​​long-term development, do not push truck drivers too much, respect them as human beings, and do not be too eager for quick success and instant benefits that drain three generations at the expense of one generation. It is not difficult to achieve long-term success in this business, but it is probably difficult to establish a century-old business.

It is estimated that they will not survive the stage where a certain country's capital is so-called going overseas but actually fleeing abroad, and there is no chance to sell it to some sucker. I think Mazu will be very upset in advance and send the Holy Grail everywhere. People from a certain place will be visa-free all over the world and make money everywhere. The truck transportation industry will be torn apart.
It is roughly estimated that it is more reasonable to plan for the life span of the enterprise within 50 years. Sell the enterprise before it reaches its peak of glory. Just package it and do not accept shares. If you are capable of taking it over, you can cheat a wave of shareholders and make a lot of money, but if you are not capable, let the company rot in your hands.

The investment plan went around in his mind for a few times, but it did not stop Xian Yaowen from chatting with Gao Feng Xiuzi. Sun Shucheng never brought him a cup of coffee, not even a glass of water.

Takamine Hideko, who had just arrived in Paris, experienced the comfort and laziness of afternoon tea on the banks of the Seine. She was anxious to discover more beauty of Paris. She sat for half an hour, said goodbye and left to take a quick tour along the riverside.

With only one person left, Xian Yaowen took out his briefcase and placed documents on the table, becoming a bad guest and destroying the lazy atmosphere of the cafe.

He flipped through the documents, immersed in the data. Perhaps because there was no woman around him, Sun Shucheng brought him coffee and did not disturb him.

I don't know when, but the phonograph in the cafe started playing vinyl records, splashing notes all around. It was a record of Danielle Delleu, and the first song was "Jours Passés" (Days Past). The sound was very soft, but very clear, as if a real person was humming in my ear.

Perhaps there was no need to imagine, before the 2 minute and 42 second song came to an end, Deliyu sat opposite Xian Yaowen.

Xian Yaowen didn't even look up, but with his special ability to smell a woman's scent he knew who the visitor was.

"Did you come to see me?"

"I didn't know you were here. After I met Isabel and Betty, I often come here." Deliyou lit a cigarette, and the white smoke covered the smell of perfume.

"It's not even dinner time yet, why is the crew finishing work so early?" Xian Yaowen looked up and glanced at Deliyou, then returned his gaze to the documents.

"The lighting doesn't meet the director's requirements, so two sets of shots will be left for tomorrow."

Xian Yaowen nodded but said nothing.

Deliyou exhaled two streams of white smoke from her nose and said slowly, "A Miss Duncan from London called and wanted to transfer $15 from Odd Deliyou to Odd's London branch. Is that what you meant?"

Xian Yaowen looked up at Deliyou, "Caroline Duncan is my secretary."

Deliyou said coquettishly: "Why didn't you discuss with me before withdrawing funds?"

"Caroline called you just to discuss something with you, didn't she?"

"I mean you."

Xian Yaowen pointed at Deliyou and then at himself, "Above Ode Deliyou is Ode Company, above Ode Company is Friendship Pictures, and above Friendship Pictures is Friendship Company.

I am the general manager of Friendship Company and temporarily serve as the general manager of Friendship Pictures. You are the manager of Odd Deliou. I don't need to get your consent for any decision I make. Even if it is a decision related to you, Caroline comes forward to discuss it with you, which shows that she attaches great importance to you.

Of course, in addition to the relationship of superiors and subordinates, we have a closer relationship, and I have an obligation to discuss this with you."

Xian Yaowen raised his hand and looked at his watch. "If we don't meet by chance, I will call you in half an hour and invite you to dinner."

Xian Yaowen pointed to his ear and said, "Danielle, your singing voice is beautiful, but compared to your singing, I like your screaming more."

Deliyou smiled and said, "For the company, there is another party tonight. We have three hours."

"The first time was 260 million francs, and the second time was 900 Hong Kong dollars. You are too wild. Can you be a little more frugal this time?" Xian Yaowen said with a teasing look on his face.

Deleuze covered her mouth and laughed: "Don't you like women to be wild?" (End of this chapter)