Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 720

"How come Parisians haven't heard of Vivendi?" The driver held the steering wheel with one hand, looked back at Dong Qiangqiang for a few quick glances, then turned his head away, and said with a smile, "You don't seem to be coming to Paris for the first time."

"why?"

"When you come to Paris for the first time, you will be attracted by the brilliance of those places of interest, and you will point to Versailles, Fontainebleau, Arc de Triomphe, Place de Gaulle, Louvre, Orsay, Moulin Rouge, etc. Of course, there are places with fewer people, such as Little Paris. Palace, metal asparagus, etc., but Vivendi is really nothing to see." The driver marketed it skillfully, and she hoped that Dong Qiangqiang could take a taxi to go to a few more places and increase her income today.

"Metal asparagus?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't understand, "Where is that place?"

"It's the Eiffel Tower. Now everyone says it is a symbol of the city, but my grandfather said that the earliest Parisians hated this project, so they gave it such a nickname." The driver explained.

"This is the first time I've heard of it," Dong Qiangqiang smacked, "Metal asparagus, metal asparagus... Interesting."

"How about it? Which one do you want to see?" The driver thought that Dong Qiangqiang was being persuaded by himself, and urged him to ask, "If you want to go to Versailles or Fontainebleau, I will go out at the intersection ahead."

"Thank you for the recommendation." Dong Qiangqiang emphasized, "But I'm going to the Vivendi headquarters now."

"You just said that you are here for tourism," the driver asked unwillingly looking at the oriental face in the rearview mirror of the car, "are you going to interview models at Vivendi?"

"Model?" Dong Qiangqiang looked down at his clothes and laughed dumbly, "No, I'm not here for an interview."

"I know that many young people like to go there to be models, and I pulled a few yesterday." The driver said meaningfully, "But you are from the East."

Dong Qiangqiang pretended not to hear the discrimination in her tone, and turned his gaze out of the car window while changing the topic. "Do Parisians love Vivendi?"

"I don't know if I like it or not, but it has a lot of offices. It should be a rich company, just like those cosmetic companies." The driver curled his lips, "I wanted to go in before, alas, what a pity..."

Dong Qiangqiang asked a few more concerned questions, but the driver only knew gossip in the market, which was completely different from the answer he expected. The only thing he could confirm was that Vivendi was indeed a big company that was well known on the street, but as for what it did specifically The business, even the locals in Paris don’t know much about it. For example, the driver doesn’t know that Vivendi’s main business includes water and garbage disposal. The clean tap water she uses every day comes from the water group under Vivendi. The waste generated every day is also recycled by Vivendi.

While chatting with the other party, he observed the environment of Paris. As the driver said, the closer the car is to the city, the cleaner the road, the more plane trees on both sides, the less dirty graffiti on the walls on both sides of the road, and the beautiful buildings. Row upon row, even more luxury cars driving on the road.

Although it was noon, the traffic flow was not smooth.Dong Qiangqiang's car moved forward slowly in the traffic flow. Looking at the other vehicles in the front, rear, left, and right sides of the taxi, as well as the various small motorcycles in the traffic flow, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help feeling: "There are so many cars in Paris!"

"This is the fourth largest city in the world." The driver said proudly, "Oriental, where are you from? Does your city not have traffic jams?"

Dong Qiangqiang has been away from home for almost a year, and he didn't know that there are too many cars on the street in BJ and few cars. He carefully recalled the scene on the street before going abroad, and finally lost to memory. "There don't seem to be so many cars in BJ's (on the street)."

"Are you from BJ?" the driver shouted excitedly, "I've been there! Oh, the Forbidden City, and roast duck..."

It seems that all foreigners who go to BJ will choose the Forbidden City and roast duck, and Dong Qiangqiang has long been familiar with it. "So do you like BJ?"

"Of course, but I didn't mean to offend. BJ still can't be compared with Paris. Paris has a history of thousands of years, and BJ... well, I don't know, 100 years? 200 years?" the driver asked, shaking his head.

"The history of BJ is about 3000 years, and the history of the capital is almost 600 years." Dong Qiangqiang corrected, "The history of the capital is shorter than that of Paris, but it is also an ancient city with a long history."

"Anyway, if there is no traffic jam in a city, it means that it is not prosperous enough." The driver seemed to want to find a sense of superiority from Dong Qiangqiang, "More cars means more people doing things, and more people doing things means more buildings, more companies, more buildings. More companies means more business, and more business means prosperity. Of course, I am not saying that Paris is prosperous everywhere. Like the Gare de l’Est where you got on the train just now, there is no business. I usually don’t like to go there, or you are a foreigner. I don't even want to let you get in the car."

Maybe taxi drivers in big cities like to tease, Dong Qiangqiang understands very well, nesting in a closed space every day, if you don’t talk to people much, you will definitely be autistic.

The two chatted all the way, and the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

"Young man, I give you a last piece of advice. Paris is not a paradise." The driver shouted to Dong Qiangqiang, who got off the station and was looking at the Vivendi Building on the side of the road, "Although you are a man, you'd better not run around at night. Subway stations are dangerous places, so be careful when walking on the street at night.”

"Thank you for the reminder." Dong Qiangqiang turned his head and waved his hands to thank him.

Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang heard his words, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi merged into the heavy traffic again.

Dong Qiangqiang did not rush into the building, but went to a newsstand next to him to observe the building first.

This is a traditional building with off-white granite and marble facade. The whole building is simple and elegant, with a well-regulated shape and clean and neat exterior wall lines. There are no common reliefs on other classical buildings, and even the glass is uniformly pasted. The blue membrane, rectangular shape of equal size, completely invisible from the outside, gave Dong Qiangqiang the first impression that it was not like an office building of a listed company, but more like a solemn government office building.Moreover, it is completely different from the colorful flags flying on the roofs of the surrounding office buildings. The roof of Vivendi is unbelievably clean. As a well-known giant company, there are neither colorful flags nor common company names or logos on the roof of the company. The only thing that can explain the identity of the whole building to outsiders is the seven purple letters stuck on the plexiglass hanging in the middle of the main entrance of the building: vivendi.

Standing outside the main entrance were two tall men in black, with serious faces, examining the people entering the building with a serious face.

Dong Qiangqiang saw some well-dressed fashion men and women walking past talking and laughing, presumably they were the models the driver had just mentioned, but the people in black just looked at them and did not stop them.

Not long after the models entered the building, a business car pulled up in front of the door. Some men and women with cameras and microphones jumped out of the car and filed towards the door, but were stopped by a man in black.

You can't even let someone blow you out if you can't even get in the gate, Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself, his eyes accidentally fell on the cover of the magazine on the newsstand, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

Carrying a mountaineering bag on his back, he walked quickly to the shelter in the corner of the office building next to him, took out the casual suit he prepared in advance from the backpack, replaced it with the jacket on his body, put on a simple tie, took out the gel water and the comb, and pointed it at the glass window next to him. The loose long hair was tidied up, and he sprayed some Montblanc perfume that Dulan gave him, put on the Ray-Ban sunglasses given by Lao Bai, shaved his beard cleanly, and finally adjusted his trousers and shoe uppers. The whole person looked completely different from the previous tourists It's different, it's a bit more fashionable, and he seems to be a bit of a model despite his tall stature.

After tidying up, he quietly guarded in the corner, waiting patiently.After more than ten minutes, as he expected, another group of young men and women filed towards the door. Dong Qiangqiang put his heart on hold, picked up his backpack, and strode towards the end of the group of men and women.

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