The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 328 The Romantic City
Looking out the window at the desolate city covered in a layer of melancholy after the autumn rain, Edgar had already cheered up and sorted out his thoughts.

Modeling is an opportunity, especially for Anson at this stage. They need to spread Anson's name widely.

Actually, Edgar doesn’t need to come to Paris——

In Hollywood, an agent’s job is very clear: career planning.

Agents are responsible for planning the career of artists, and contacting producers, directors, and production companies to obtain audition opportunities for actors, giving them correct advice, and pushing actors to the positions they expect.

However, the manager is not responsible for the artist's personal life, on-site work and other chores; of course, if there is a conflict or accident on the set, the manager still needs to show up to deal with it, but he is only responsible for handling the incident and is not an agent otherwise. responsibilities.

The division of labor is very clear.

In other words, Edgar does not need to follow Anson on a business trip to Paris. These trivial matters should be taken care of by the assistant or the manager.

Now, however, Anson has no assistant or manager.

More importantly, this work in Paris may be related to Anson's next image building. Edgar needs to deal with the media, brands and other potential sponsors, and try to explore the European market.

So Edgar also crossed the Atlantic and came to Paris to work in person.

After sorting out his thoughts for a while, sorting out today's work schedule and priorities, and looking down at the time, Edgar turned and entered the room across the hall.

"Anson?"

"Anson!"

Snapped.

A pillow flew over, and Edgar was startled. At this moment, he realized that he had never seen Anson get out of bed in anger. The danger alarm had just sounded, but his evasive movement was still half a beat slow, and the pillow came towards him.

Once, hit Edgar hard on the cheek.

There was a muffled sound.

Edgar:…

He stood there with a look of despair on his face, silently taking a deep breath.

"Anson, you need to get up. We need to leave soon. If the jet lag hasn't been adjusted yet..."

boom.

The second pillow hit Edgar's cheek again, and he even forgot to dodge. He closed his eyes and endured it, and only then did his brain react.

"You're right. You're awake, right? You're just staying in bed, right?"

puff.

There was a burst of muffled laughter in the bed, and then it couldn't be held back anymore, and it turned into laughter, but it was only for a short time, and he immediately controlled himself.

The next second, Anson sat up straight, looking like he had just woken up, stretched out a lot, and then "discovered" Edgar with an expression of surprise on his face, "Hey, good morning, Captain."

Edgar: Can he curse?
But thinking about it, Edgar still held back. He felt that talking nonsense with Anson was not a wise choice. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to wash up and tidy up. That should be enough, right? We'll set off at nine-thirty." After that, , Edgar turned and left.

Snapped.

After closing the door, Edgar just bit his mouth and let out a muffled roar, then punched the air with all his strength, dancing wildly. Then he vented all his depression, regained his composure, straightened his clothes and styled his hair, as if nothing had happened. It happens, just take a step forward.

In fact, Anson moved very quickly, stayed in bed, stayed in bed, and was very neat after getting up. In less than ten minutes, he had everything sorted and appeared in the hall, so that Edgar was stunned and was caught off guard by being killed again.

"Set off."

Anson left first, but Edgar was left behind:

Something seems wrong, right? Why does Anson act as if Edgar is the one in bed?
"Hey, hey!" Edgar protested repeatedly and quickly chased after him. The hotel corridor echoed with cheerful laughter.

The accommodation in Paris this time was provided by "Vogue" magazine. It is located in the famous Four Seasons Hotel on Avenue George V in the golden triangle of Paris.

The hotel is located in the heart of Paris. You can enter the Champs Elysées at a corner of the antique street. You can see the Arc de Triomphe at a glance. The tall and neat plane trees make the city center like a garden. It seems that you can feel the history deposited in the building. The traces in the texture make the pace of time slowly flow back along the staggered brick walls.

However, the interior of this hotel completed in 1928 follows modern design. The clean lines and elegant black and white color scheme make it fashionable and youthful. It is neither ostentatious nor presumptuous. It displays its own colors in a low-key manner, but quietly incorporates gold. In the charm of triangle.

Even on George V Street, where people come and go, the Four Seasons Hotel is still a fashionable landmark, quietly attracting people's attention.

Passing through the passage made of black marble and bypassing the stone wall screen in front of the executive lounge, the view suddenly opens up and enters the hotel lobby shrouded in a goose-yellow halo. A quiet scene despite the busyness comes into view.

Thanks to its geographical location, the Four Seasons Hotel is the first choice for people traveling to Paris all year round; and the annual Paris Fashion Week is about to kick off, and you can see tourists coming and going in the hotel.

Very busy.

Jean-Louis-Kalfon is entertaining a pair of oil tycoons and his new girlfriend who are attending Paris Fashion Week. Apparently this is their first time in Paris, and everything is settled with a check——

There was nothing, they insisted, that a check couldn't do, and if it couldn't be done, the number on the check wasn't big enough, so just add a few zeros.

Of course, Jean-Louis did not deny that even he felt dizzy when he saw the number on the check.

But this is Paris, this is the Four Seasons Hotel George V. There are indeed some things that cannot be done with a check, because every customer living here cannot be underestimated, and no one knows that this customer will offend another customer. Could it possibly bring about a more terrifying chain reaction?

As lobby manager, Jean-Louis has dealt with this situation countless times.

The Eiffel Tower suite that the oil tycoon wanted was already occupied, and it was also someone who could not be offended. Jean-Louis spent a lot of words and effortlessly shifted the focus, and successfully made his little girlfriend fall in love with the Four Seasons Suite. ——

In fact, the Four Seasons Suite is a lower level than the Eiffel Tower Suite, but you can still see the Eiffel Tower and experience the street views and architecture of Paris.

"...This is the most special experience in Paris. Brad Pitt specially chose the Four Seasons Suite when he came to Paris Fashion Week last year." Jean-Louis said.

The words really worked. The little girlfriend's eyes suddenly lit up. She completely forgot about the Eiffel Tower Suite and focused on the Four Seasons Suite. The tycoon's mood also brightened.

Jean-Louis checked them in personally. He was originally going to lead them to the suite in person, but he changed his mind because he caught a figure.

Summoning the doorman to escort the two passers-by to the suite, he straightened his clothes, smiled, and hurried up to greet them.

(End of this chapter)