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In the midst of the busyness, the day of the press conference came.

Donald Kendall, president of Juliet Brand Management, came and took over the overall situation from Xian Yaowen, and Xian Yaowen retreated behind the scenes.

The press conference started at five o'clock in the afternoon, but at three o'clock, the periphery of the square pavilion and the location where guests were scheduled to get off were already crowded with reporters and photographers. Some were invited, and some came here on their own accord.

As the song "Spring River Moon Night" played, the staff pushed one lantern stand after another to the pre-drawn positions.

The lantern stand is shaped like a sail, with five horizontal wooden bars on an upright wooden bar. Three lanterns are hung on each side of each wooden bar. The body of each lantern is white and painted with a secret brand logo.

The placement of the lantern stands is very particular. Looking down from the sky, they form the word "Secret".

There were three hot air balloons floating in the sky. Two were directly above the pavilion, with someone on top using a walkie-talkie to direct the staff below. One was floating in an open area near the pavilion, checking the placement of the sky lanterns below.

When the Kongming lantern is launched into the sky, looking up at the sky from below, it will also form the word "Secret".

Xian Yaowen stood on the clock tower, observing the details everywhere with a telescope. In his eyes, "$" rolled up and down like a kaleidoscope. Wherever he looked, he saw the money being burned.

Standing next to him were Fei Baoshu, Sun Shuying and Sun Shucheng. The three of them were in a happy mood like young ladies who went out to visit the lantern festival in ancient times. They looked here, pointed there, and fully imagined the beautiful scenery when the exact time came.

"Mom, look there."

"Sister, that lantern is beautiful."

The prosperity here did not belong to Xian Yaowen. Without finding any mistakes, he said goodbye to the three women and left the pavilion.

The press conference was reported to the Paris Police Department. Because it can be included in the selling point of Paris tourism, police came to assist in directing traffic and security. François Sérusier, president of Romeo France, was leading people to give benefits to the police, showing the close relationship between the police and the people of Paris.

Xian Yaowen took a few glances, got into the car, and asked Xie Zhanran to drive slowly towards the hotel.

A temporary parking lot has been set up one mile away from the Fangting. The vehicles carrying the guests will park here temporarily and then drive to the Fangting in an orderly manner, leaving each group of guests enough time to walk the red carpet.

Xian Yaowen took advantage of the Cannes Film Festival, which he had been eyeing for a long time. All the female celebrities from various countries who arrived early were invited to attend the press conference. In a few days, the Cannes Organizing Committee will most likely punish Xian Yaowen.

In the parking lot, Xian Yaowen got out of the car and walked around, observing the surroundings, checking the ashtrays, mobile toilets, and mobile dressing rooms, and told the staff to drink water if they were thirsty and avoid other people.

From beginning to end of the press conference, only one green bottle of Paris water will be provided to the guests. Each bottle is marked with two sets of light and dark marks. A record will be kept of who each bottle of water falls into, so if anyone wants to do something with the water, it will be easy to identify the suspect.

Water was distributed at the seats prepared for guests in Fangting. Drinks were not available in the parking lot, so one had to hold back one's thirst.

"Tingyun, ask Fangting to transfer a tailor, a shoe shiner, and a cleaner to be on standby here. The cleaner is only responsible for cleaning the toilet."

"clear."

After giving the instructions, Xian Yaowen walked towards the car and flipped through the roster again to compare the appearance of the parking lot staff.

After confirming everything was correct, I got into the car.

All the staff had been in place a week ago and were divided into groups of three. Two familiar faces were in charge of connecting the groups and assigning work. If a group needed help from other groups, it could only be arranged through the familiar faces and could not ask for help directly.

There are many arrangements in the details to prevent outsiders from sneaking in.

This is not done to prevent assassins, at least that is not the main purpose, but to prevent reporters. Some reporters are no different from agents. They can do anything to get some news.

When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Xian Yaowen asked the Xie brothers and sisters to check every car and carriage rented for the press conference. Then the three of them went to the Place de la Concorde and sat among the pigeons to eat baguettes.

A flock of pigeons fluttered around them, their little heads turning, scanning the baguettes in turn with their two little eyes, spitting or spitting out a puff of white shit, and flew to an old man opposite with disgust.

The old man was holding a bag in one hand and another at his feet. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of corn from the bag and sprinkled it on the ground. The pigeons saw it and landed to peck at the food.

Xian Yaowen, who was eating a baguette, glanced at the old man. The old man was dressed a little strangely, with a Western upper body and Manchu lower body. On his feet were a pair of square-toed black boots made of sky blue satin, decorated with black edging and embroidered with grass dragon patterns.

If I'm not mistaken, these are the black boots that the Qing emperor wore with his court robes when he went to court.

Taking another glance at the old man's face, Xian Yaowen guessed that the other person might be named Aisin-Gioro or Jin, and he was reminiscing about his past glory in a foreign country.

Judging from his face and clothes, the old man lived a very comfortable life. He had some small money, but probably no big money. During the Xinhai Revolution, the Manchu royal family had limited wealth in their hands, not as much as Li Hongzhang and Zeng the Barber.

Among the people left over from the Qing Dynasty, the most wealthy and powerful ones were those who had shaved their heads.

At that time, Cixi did not provide food and wages to the Hunan Army, but tacitly allowed the Hunan Army to rob. Zeng Guoquan broke through Tianjing and allowed the soldiers to loot for three days and three nights. Afterwards, Zeng Guofan stated in his memorial that "there is no wealth in the pseudo palace." Maybe Cixi's old accomplice was furious. Zeng Guofan was so stubborn that he didn't know what was best for him.

If this hadn't happened, there probably wouldn't have been the Ma Assassination Case and the Yang Naiwu Incident.

Xian Yaowen speculated that Zeng Guofan and his party hid a lot of wealth. Part of it was transferred overseas through foreign companies or banks to provide a way out for future generations, and part of it was hidden somewhere. If the opportunity arose, it is possible that a great revolutionary leader like Zeng would emerge.

"If you happen to meet a rich girl named Zeng, you should pay more attention to her." Xian Yaowen muttered, thinking that next time he would ask Michelle whether HSBC was involved in the transfer of funds of the Zeng Party.

Taking a bite of baguette, Xian Yaowen suddenly thought of Guevara. Robbing rich families was the fastest way to make money. There were a few extremely wealthy people in Cuba. Perhaps he should send a few of them to South America to become comrades with Guevara, and join the Cuban Revolution launched by the Castro brothers, singing "I Rob a Bank for the Revolution" passionately.

As long as the distribution ratio is agreed upon, when the Castro brothers' revolution is victorious, the crime will naturally be whitewashed as a sacred revolutionary deed, and someone will take the blame.

“Perhaps a bank commando force composed of international proletarian fighters should be established to prepare for the coming wave of international bank robberies.”

The educated youth who crossed the border into Myanmar with the Trouser Leg Army were a group of people who were only enthusiastic but not smart. They didn't understand life and were thinking about liberating the whole world. They could be used to rob jade mines. In Pol Pot's agricultural utopia, where did the wealth of the entire Cambodian city go? This question is worth exploring.

Revolutions of one kind or another will break out in South America and Africa, and every revolution is a carnival of robbery. As long as you bet on the right winner and the right standards of judgment of good and evil driven by interests of the big countries, robbery can be just.

Xian Yaowen was thinking of stopping by Saudi Arabia on his next trip to Dubai to visit construction tycoon Mohammed bin Awad bin Laden and discuss investing in and bringing the Bin Laden Group into Dubai.

Muhammad is on good terms with the Saudi royal family, and through him he can enter Saudi Arabia, and perhaps in the future he can also enter the "New Afghanistan" through his son.

"When was little Bin Laden born?"

While his daydream was running wild, a white dove in the air spat out a pile of white shit, which landed squarely on the baguette in Xian Yaowen's hand, waking him up from his daydream.

Xian Yaowen glanced up at the culprit and had the idea of ​​praising the pigeon in newspapers and magazines, leaving out every detail from head to toe and praising the taste to the point of being the best in the world.

Soon, another fairy tale about pigeons popped into my mind.

After twisting off the dirty part, Xian Yaowen ate the baguette and took out his notebook to write down the ideas he had just thought of.

The lanterns are on.

Lanterns were lit, and a long red carpet was laid out in front of a pair of vases, each containing a bunch of plastic azaleas dotted with lights.

A pumpkin carriage with two horses stopped at the starting point of the red carpet, the door opened, and Zhou Yueyu got out of the car.

She was wearing a cheongsam that was designed more like an evening gown. As soon as she stepped onto the red carpet, the sound of shutter clicks began to flow continuously. The reporters and photographers who had received red envelopes knew that she was a key publicity target.

Zhou Yueyu walked forward with a confident step that she had rehearsed many times, waving to both sides. She counted the steps silently in her mind, and at a certain number, she would stop to let the reporter with the bigger red envelope take a close-up, then count down a few seconds and continue walking forward.

After two and a half minutes, she walked the red carpet. Not far away, a deafening roar broke the silence. Fireworks bloomed in the air like flowers scattered by fairies. The petals were stacked layer by layer and stretched out wantonly in the night sky. Soon, the petals withered and one "Secret" after another appeared out of thin air, hanging in the air, emitting dazzling light.

The cameras were pointed towards the sky, click, click, recording the beautiful moments.

Amidst the fireworks, Xian Yaowen hugged Fei Baoshu and sealed her lips with his. Fei Baoshu closed her eyes, intoxicated by the sudden romance. She felt Xian Yaowen's invasion, a passionate and devoted emotion, as if he wanted to convey all his love and desire through this kiss.

Sun Shuying stared at the two people kissing each other in amazement. She was stunned at first, and then smiled.

Sun Shucheng's expression was much more complicated. He was obviously a playboy, so why couldn't she accept his love? She could hide far away and not let anyone know.

Xian Yaowen's kiss was passionate but hasty. After only a few seconds, he let go of Fei Baoshu and turned to look at the Kongming lanterns. The fireworks in the sky would soon go out and the Kongming lanterns had to catch up.

When his eyes fell on the Kongming lanterns, the lanterns that formed the letter "S" were freed and slowly rose into the sky, followed by the other letters in order.

The Kongming lantern is connected by a wire and will not go any higher after reaching 51 meters.

Watching "Secret" successfully assembled in mid-air, Xian Yaowen hurried to the side of the road, holding up a telescope and observing around to see how many Parisians were attracted and stopped.

Black and red are also red. The publicity plan includes negative reports, criticizing the Paris City Government for renting the Louvre to an "underwear brand" to hold a secret press conference; the driver was attracted by the "Secret" in the sky and caused a car accident.

Reports like this will also appear in large numbers in newspapers.

There were many people standing on the side of the road watching the fun. Xian Yaowen breathed a sigh of relief and began to search the photography team with the camera.

Fireworks, sky lanterns, and motorcades are all good lens elements. Juliet Brand Management will soon launch a film project to shoot a biographical film. Needless to say, the protagonist is a natural reference to Zhou Yueyu.

Today's scenes will be filmed and recorded, both as a souvenir and for use as film material.

In the parking lot, the guests who were already waiting to enter looked up at the sky and exclaimed in amazement that it was worth the trip to attend the event.

In Western history, displaying words in the air is unprecedented and strange. It may not be the case in the East, but no one has probably done this in the past hundred years.

The fireworks were custom-made in the mainland. When the requirements were put forward, the fireworks master could not come up with a solution. Finally, it was Xian Yaowen who provided a solution for future generations, and the fireworks master finally got the idea.

At some point, Grace Kelly came up to Xian Yaowen and said, "Adam, this event will definitely make big news."

Xian Yaowen turned and stared at her face for a moment, then moved his gaze downward, sweeping over her body.

"Grace, your growth rate is amazing. I am happy for you, but also sad for you."

Grace Kelly took Xian Yaowen's arm and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Xian Yaowen said bluntly: "I can smell the remaining scent of men on you, a lot. You haven't had a boyfriend since leaving Hong Kong, right?"

Grace Kelly chuckled, "Adam, you can be a little stupid."

Xian Yaowen shrugged, "If you don't like it, you don't have to work too hard. Some things are actually unnecessary. I have the ability to lead you through it."

"I believe it." Grace Kelly turned around and came to face Xian Yaowen, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, "Adam, if you asked me if I was willing to be your girlfriend, I would agree."

Xian Yaowen stroked Grace Kelly's cheek and said, "I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want."

"No need to say sorry." Grace Kelly let go of Xian Yaowen and touched her hair. "Adam, am I still attractive to you?"

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "We haven't seen each other for just a few months, not more than ten years."

"Come to my room tonight?"

"Sorry, this is Paris. I have two wives and a lover. In a month, I will be stationed in New York. You can give me a key to open your door."

"No, give me a key."

"Uh-huh." Xian Yaowen pointed to the parking lot, "You should go back."

"It has already started, why are you still here?"

"This is just part of my career. I shouldn't be the one standing on the stage." Xian Yaowen gave Grace Kelly a hug in return, "Have a nice day."

"You too, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Square pavilion.

Kendall and Zhou Yueyu stood together to greet the guests walking off the red carpet.

The red carpet is exclusive to celebrities, and it seems a bit deserted for other guests to walk on it, so the two of them need to show enthusiasm and attention.

Zhou Yueyu’s involvement in the art circle was not for nothing; all Chinese artists were invited, including her neighbor Picasso, Alberto Giacometti, and a large number of well-known painters and poets.

She has to entertain all these people.

Kendall has to entertain fashion designers and friendly businesses on behalf of Xian Yaowen and maintain "his" French origin. Only in this way can other brands enter Europe smoothly in the future.

"Adam is one of us, so we should give him some respect."

Backstage.

Du Juan was cheering the girls on. They had trained hard for a year for this day. Today was the day they would go out into the world.

Li Qian, Gigi, Zhong Qing, Julie, Bai Shanshan, Nicole Kennedy, each of them has determination in their eyes.

Xian Yaowen stood on the side of the road, watching the number of cars and guests in the parking lot gradually decrease. He knew that this press conference was destined to be a success.

When all the guests left, he got into his car and returned to Zhou Yueyu's studio.

The simple stove in the yard was lit, and an iron pot was put on to boil water.

The three of them worked together to prepare the ingredients bought in the morning. The vegetables could be made into a very rich platter, and the meat dishes included fresh beef, mutton, fish, as well as beef offal and lamb brains.

The French eat a variety of foods, so it is not difficult to buy ingredients for hot pot.

It took twenty minutes to prepare the ingredients, and the three of them sat around the iron pot to start cooking.

After eating a few bites and taking a sip of red wine, Xie Zhanran complained, "Red wine doesn't go well with hot pot. It would be better if there was rice wine."

"Brother, just eat it." Xie Tingyun said with disdain.

Xian Yaowen laughed, "If you want to drink it, remember to bring it with you next time. It's hard to buy in Paris, but it's better in New York. You can buy it in Chinatown."

"Sir, how long will we stay in New York?" Xie Tingyun asked.

"Be prepared for a long time. There are many things to do in New York. During this period, you will have to travel several times and return to Hong Kong at least twice." Xian Yaowen took a bite of beef and continued, "The next stop after New York may not be returning to Hong Kong. We may go directly to Brazil for a few months, or we may have to wander abroad for two years."

Xie Tingyun frowned and said, "There's nothing else going on outside, except eating Western food every day and not being able to digest it."

"Don't worry about the food. Lizhen has found several chefs in Shanghai. They are all chefs from major restaurants. When the time comes, I will bring two of them to New York. One will cook Cantonese cuisine and the other will cook Shanghai cuisine. You can take turns eating them."

"This is best."

"You, a woman, have suffered a lot following me around. Tingyun, let me toast you a glass." As he spoke, Xian Yaowen raised his glass.

Xie Tingyun raised his glass and said, "Sir, this is all my responsibility."

Xian Yaowen waved his hand, "Cheers."

Just as the wine went down his throat, he heard a knock on the courtyard door. Xie Zhanran went to open the door. After a while, an oriental woman walked into the courtyard with a jar of wine in her hand. It was the rice wine that Xie Zhanran wanted to drink, and it was the famous Shaoxing brand "Shaanniang".

Xian Yaowen didn't know the woman, but he could guess who she was. Since she lived in this area and had an excuse to visit, it could only be Xie Jinglan.

Xian Yaowen thought to himself that it was strange. Zhao Wuji and his wife were both invited guests, so why didn’t Xie Jinglan go?

His mind was racing, but he was not late for courtesy. He stood up and greeted her, "Ms. Xie, why are you at home? Did I neglect you in any way?"

Since they both cheated on each other, Xie Jinglan and Zhao Wuji probably can’t live together anymore, so she should just call him Ms. Xie. (End of this chapter)