money player

"Mr. Xian?" Xie Jinglan asked.

Just as Xian Yaowen had never met Xie Jinglan, the same was true when the situation was reversed. The only connection between the two was the name on the invitation, with Xian Yaowen's name written in the inviter column.

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "It's me."

"Mr. Xian, I'm sorry to bother you. I thought Ms. Huang was here." Xie Jinglan said with a hint of apology.

"It's okay." Xian Yaowen pointed at the iron pot, "If you don't mind, let's eat together."

"convenient?"

"It's not a big deal, Tingyun, add a stool for Ms. Xie."

Upon hearing this, Xie Tingyun picked up two bricks from the side, stacked them together, and put a piece of newspaper on top, and a new stool appeared.

Xian Yaowen gestured for a stool, "Ms. Xie, please sit down."

Xie Jinglan sat down gracefully and pointed to the wine jar in her hand, "I brought the yellow wine from China, please have a taste."

Xian Yaowen took the jar of wine after sitting down, glanced at the mud seal and said, "This jar of wine seems to be old."

"The year Hangzhou fell, my father buried several jars of wine in the backyard of our house, saying that he would drink them after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. This jar was the stockpile from that year."

"So it's victory wine, then we should drink more."

As he spoke, Xian Yaowen slapped the side of the mud seal with his palm, and the mud seal cracked. He carefully pried open the bamboo leaf seal underneath the mud seal, untied the string binding the bottle mouth, and uncovered the bamboo leaves, and a scent of wine wafted out.

"Good wine."

A compliment, mostly polite, came out of his mouth. Xian Yaowen first poured wine for Xie Jinglan, then handed the wine jar to Xie Jinglan, who drank the remaining red wine in the glass to make room for more yellow wine.

After the four people's cups were filled with rice wine, he said, "Ms. Xie, using bricks as a stool is already indecent, and it is a bit redundant to pay attention to table etiquette. I don't respect you, and you don't have to return the respect. Let's stick to our own limits and drink as much as we want."

Xie Jinglan, who thought she would have to face red tape and endless toasts, felt surprised and relieved. She smiled and said, "This is good."

"Please help yourself."

After being polite again, Xian Yaowen no longer treated Xie Jinglan as a guest. He ate by himself and chatted with Xie Zhanran about what to do with the yard next.

The press conference was successfully held, which also meant that he was about to leave Paris, and before leaving, the yard had to be ready.

Xie Jinglan ate the hot pot intermittently and sipped the wine one mouthful after another. She wanted to concentrate on listening to Xian Yaowen and the other man's conversation and join in the fun, but she was unable to overcome the wall of worry that entangled her.

She originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when there were no acquaintances around to talk to Huang Yifan about her troubles. Huang Yifan was a model of independent women, she was older and had a rich love history, and perhaps she could solve her troubles and confusion. Unexpectedly, Huang Yifan was not there, but Xian Yaowen, who should be very busy tonight, was here.

After talking about the yard, Xian Yaowen couldn't find another meaningless topic to talk about. The fact that Xie Jinglan was a guest could not be changed. He could be less enthusiastic, but he couldn't ignore her either.

"Ms. Xie, I heard from Yueyu that you are learning modern dance?"

Xie Jinglan came out of her own world, looked at Xian Yaowen, and said, "Yes, I am studying modern dance at the American Center."

"Are you planning to pursue a career in dance?"

"possible."

"I have a colleague who is from Qiantang, and your accent doesn't sound like hers."

Xie Jinglan smiled and said, "I am from Guiyang. I was born in Guiyang and lived in Hankou when I was a child. When I was eight years old, I moved to Shanghai with my parents. Because my mother couldn't adapt to the hustle and bustle of Shanghai, my father bought land and built a house in Geling near the West Lake. I studied in Hangzhou for a few years, but I couldn't learn Hangzhou dialect well."

"I see. No wonder I couldn't hear Ms. Xie's accent. Ms. Xie, I have a question for you."

"Excuse me, Mr. Xian."

"Do you think my Yueyu has a talent for painting?"

"Why do you ask this, Mr. Xian?"

"Oh, it's like this, Yueyu is very passionate about painting. I don't know how to paint, but I know that it takes talent to be a painter. If Yueyu has talent, I can boldly say some compliments to boost her self-confidence. If her talent is average, I'd better be more cautious so that she won't be too disappointed in the future."

Hearing this, Xie Jinglan felt a little jealous. After arriving in Paris, she gradually lost herself and became Zao Wou-Ki's vassal and good wife. Everything she did revolved around Zao Wou-Ki becoming a famous painter. She almost forgot that she also had ideals and ambitions.

"Mr. Xian supports Miss Zhou in learning painting?"

"Becoming a painter is Yueyu's dream, so of course I have to support it."

"Because it is Miss Zhou's dream, Mr. Xian supports it?" Xie Jinglan said in disbelief.

Xian Yaowen said as a matter of course: "That's right."

"Mr. Xian has been living overseas?"

"No, I have always lived in the country and have only been out for the past two years."

"You, your..." Xie Jinglan hesitated to speak.

"I only have my mother."

"sorry."

"It's okay. I've been facing this since I was a child. I'm used to it." Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "Ms. Xie is surprised that I support Yueyu. Is it because you have this problem?"

Xie Jinglan said self-deprecatingly: "Husband is the heaven, and women should be good wives and helpers to men."

"If Ms. Xie is not satisfied with the current situation, why bother yourself and hesitate?" Xian Yaowen pointed to the window on the second floor. "I'm sorry, I saw something I shouldn't have seen one night, but I didn't tell Yueyu."

Xie Jinglan's face turned pale, and she said in panic: "Mr. Xian, you, I..."

"Relax, I'm not a gossip." Xian Yaowen picked up the wine glass and rubbed the edge. "If your desire is not caused by the oppression brought by having to fulfill the duties of a wife in a sanctimonious manner. If the secret and immoral relationship is not like a magnet that makes your desire more and more intense and difficult to control.

I suggest you move forward bravely according to your established ideas and do not hesitate. The more you hesitate, the more likely you are to push the situation into an unmanageable situation. "

"Mr. Xian, you..." Xie Jinglan hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't you think I did something wrong?"

"No, I think you've made a big mistake. If I were you, I would have a good talk with Mr. Zhao and tell him my true thoughts. If he is willing to listen carefully and is willing to work hard to find a balance between himself and me, life will go on.

If his attitude is disappointing, I will directly say: Mr. Zhao, we are done. If we can survive, we will survive. If we can’t survive, we will break up. It’s a very simple way to deal with it.”

Xie Jinglan smiled bitterly, "How can things between husband and wife be so simple?"

"Things are not complicated at all. There are only two options: yes and no. What makes things complicated is people. They overestimate their abilities and think they can control the situation. They also have an escapist mentality. Before things get out of hand, they don't make active choices. When things get completely out of hand and there is only one option left, they feel at ease and tell themselves that this is the only way. There is no other choice."

Xie Jinglan smiled bitterly again, "I must be a complicated person."

Xian Yaowen shrugged and said nothing more.

The hot pot ended around eight o'clock. Zhou Yueyu came back a little after eleven o'clock and woke up Xian Yaowen who had fallen asleep.

The way of waking up was a bit special, and it was conveyed through Xian Yaowu.

When Xian Yaowen opened his eyes, Zhou Yueyu made two "Puh" sounds and started chattering continuously.

"Master, the press conference was a great success."

"Everyone said the show was very creative, the stage was great, and the models' catwalk was great."

"Everyone says that your designs are great. Hehe, my designs are also great."

"Many people at the party wanted me to design their own underwear, Barbara Hutton, Doris Duke, Ava Garna, Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, so many, so many... Ugh... Ugh!"

In a flash, Xian Yaowen pulled out his thigh that was pressed by Zhou Yueyu, curled up into a ball and rolled to the side, barely avoiding the big gift package Zhou Yueyu gave him - she drank too much and vomited like a melon, leaving a mess at the head of the bed.

After vomiting to her heart's content, Zhou Yueyu staggered and fell down.

Xian Yaowen was quite helpless. He cleaned up the drunk cat and made the bed. It was already one o'clock in the morning when he fell asleep again.

early morning.

Xian Yaowen still gets up early.

He bought all the newspapers that published news about the secret press conference, read every report, and confirmed that it was the report he wanted, and then began a busy day.

I went to the train station and saw Steve off on the train to Berlin.

When Sti arrived in Berlin, his job still started with mailing newspapers. Compared to before, he added a fax machine and faxed some time-sensitive messages to Hong Kong or New York.

Went to the secret flagship store on the Champs-Elysées for a tour.

The purpose of holding a press conference is to sell goods. Now that the press conference has been held, it is impossible for stores not to follow suit. Three flagship stores opened today at the same time on the Champs-Elysees in Paris, Broadway in New York, and Oxford Street in London.

Secret's store opening strategy is relatively conservative and will not expand actively. The number of three flagship stores will remain for quite a long time. The scheduled plan is to open flagship stores in Los Angeles and Rome in the second phase, and then there will be no expansion for a long time.

Generally speaking, the approach taken by Secret is wide publicity so that everyone knows the Secret brand; and narrow sales so that not too many people wear Secret underwear.

If the store is not actively expanding, it has the idea of ​​controlling sales volume and distribution area to ensure the scarcity and high quality of the secret, so that it can subtly enhance the host's identity and value.

The two tasks were completed in the morning. Xian Yaowen did not eat in the restaurant at noon. He ate a baguette and went to Temple Street again.

After a period of deep thinking, his idea for Temple Street Leather City has become more complete, and the plan has become a little bigger. The radiation area is not limited to Paris, but also connects to the distant Kolkata, India across the ocean. (End of this chapter)