How Did I Become a God

Connie Cruz watched as Jing Gao was called away by his male assistant and disappeared into a door of the banquet hall. Feeling depressed, she stepped back and took a glass of red wine from the waiter and took two sips.

"Hi, Connie, how ugly is your face?" A petite and exquisite blonde girl passed by. Say hello to her smiling.

She is about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a blue long dress with straps, and her skin is as white and tender as milk. It is even more contrasting with her exquisite facial features and big blue eyes.

Connie Cruz lightly stroked her red dress, shook her head and said, "Oh, no. Helena, you are going to..."

Helena Bea, from a farm in the south of France. His father is a shrewd Jewish businessman, and his mother is a model of Gucci in the early years, and is now an editor of the famous fashion magazine "Elle". Mixed race. Currently studying liberal arts at the École Normale Supérieure in Paris, the best university in France.

She and Helena Bea met at a gathering of friends in Paris, and they had a good chat. They had each other's Twitter accounts.

Helena Bea smiled and said: "After watching the good show, I am going to leave. How about you, haven't found a male partner to spend with tonight?"

Connie Cruz was in a slightly better mood. He brought her a glass of wine, touched her glass, and said, "What nonsense? Don't you know my situation?"

"Uh..." Helena Bea smiled sympathetically and understandingly. Connie is not free.

While the two were chatting, Dong Youwei led Jing Gaozheng to leave the lively banquet hall and meet with visitors from the embassy in a darkened corridor.

In the luxurious manor of the Pinault family, it is not enough to install cameras for spies and agents. The Hollywood blockbuster Mission Impossible has captured American agents very well. Regardless of the party held by the rich, you can bring guns and cameras to monitor the audience.

That's nonsense!

In Hollywood blockbusters, Americans have saved the planet hundreds of times. Do you believe that?

"Counselor Wu? Hello." Jing Gao was a little strange, smiling and shaking hands with Counselor Wu.

Counselor Wu looked calm and anxious, and after shaking hands with Jing Gao, he whispered in a low voice: "Ms. Jing, we have received the exact news that there will be gunmen ambush you on your way back tonight. You must be careful. "

Jing Gao was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face.

When it comes to security issues, after coming to Paris, the soldiers talked a lot in his ears. I sent Dong Lingxi home yesterday, and he was asked to take a bulletproof car for dozens of meters. He still believed in what the army said in his heart.

After all, getting black shots, car accidents, plane crashes, food poisoning, etc. abroad are not uncommon.

The leaders of Yingjiang are often shot.

At his level, a business of tens of billions of euros at every turn involves extremely huge interests. It is not impossible for opponents to use extreme methods to eliminate him and reverse the situation.

Counselor Wu waited for Jing Gao to digest the news for a while, and said: "Mr. Jing, if you need the assistance of the embassy, ​​the embassy can send a car to pick you up. Those people, no matter how courageous they are, dare not shoot the vehicle of the Chinese embassy. "

Jing Gao groaned for a while and said, "Counselor Wu, wait a moment. I'll ask the security supervisor under him."

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It was ten minutes after Jing Gao returned to the luxurious and lively banquet hall. The subordinates around him began to retreat one by one.

Teacher Zheng and several other subordinates first took a car and were escorted back to No. 12 Luotan Street in District 16 by a group of bodyguards. The three women Dong Lingxi, Chen Qingshuang, and Ouyang Wan were escorted by Counselor Wu and took the car from the embassy that arrived later to the embassy for temporary stay.

Jing Gao was accompanied by Dong Youwei and continued to attract attention in the banquet hall. Judging by the soldiers, there must be a "eyeliner" in this banquet.

He will leave the Pino family's luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris at a later time to implement his plan.

Teacher Zheng was in the banquet all night like a fish in the water. The banquet started at 8 o'clock. It was around 11 o'clock at night. He felt a little bit drunk. He was sitting in a Mercedes-Benz business car and looking at the French town and field scenery backwards out of the car window. , Smiled and asked his companion, "Huh, Mr. Jing didn't leave?"

"Something happened, Mr. Dong arranged for us to go back first."

"Oh." Teacher Zheng straightened out his gray hair, did not care, closed his eyes and took a nap. The drive back is nearly an hour.

Dong Lingxi, Ouyang Wan, and Chen Qingshuang know more about them. Sitting in the Mercedes-Benz with the embassy license plate, Dong Lingxi said anxiously: "What the **** is going to happen, right?"

Ouyang Wan looked at the dark night outside the car window. There seemed to be a terrifying beast hidden inside, making her nervous, worried, and comforting to mutter to herself: "Brother Jing insists on staying, she should be fine!"

At this time, she could only trust Jing Gao blindly, and she saw Jing Gao walking through the sea of ​​commerce all the way through ups and downs.

Chen Qingshuang pursed her mouth tightly. Just now, Brother Jing just told them that the situation is urgent and that there is danger on the way back. They asked them to follow the embassy to go back to the embassy for shelter. She took the opportunity to ask the security supervisor Qi Feijun, which is Brother Jing. The "soldier" in his mouth, he repeatedly promised that there would be nothing wrong.

"Brother Jing should have his plan. I asked Director Qi, and he said it was okay."

"Ugh..."

The three women in the car fell silent.

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"Sir, Gao-Jing is still in the banquet hall. He is talking with Jacques Bello, the artistic director and chief conductor of the Paris Symphony Orchestra."

"Hehe, he is quite clever, and he even sets off two smoke bombs. Continue to monitor to see what he is going to do? Keep in touch with that side."

A middle-aged white man dangled a cigarette and ordered.

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Idaka did talk to the artistic director of the Paris Symphony Orchestra in the banquet hall. The symphony orchestra occupies a corner of the round banquet hall.

Anyone who has watched a symphony knows that there are more members in the band. The first violinist, the second violinist, and so on. They also have a strict and orderly promotion channel within them.

In other words, human beings are like this. There is a comparative vanity. Therefore, if a society wants to maintain its vitality, it must have a distinct class. Make people able to continuously have a goal of striving. But at the same time, as a governor, it is necessary to ensure that classes change and flow, and classes cannot be solidified.

The Taoist's clear saying: flowing water does not rot, and household hinges are not worms.

"Mr. Jacques Bello, the performance level of your orchestra is really great. I don't know, are you interested in going to the East for such a performance?"

Jing Gao let Ouyang Wan go first, leaving Dong Youwei by her side. At this time, Dong Youwei acted as an interpreter for Jing Gao in English.

Regardless of the fact that Jinggao’s first assistants Guan Yujia, Dong Youwei, and Jiang Zi did not have the ability to "strategic", it was difficult for them to provide good suggestions for making major decisions.

But the basic qualities are excellent. Dong Youwei is thirty-two years old this year, hardworking, hardworking, and proficient in English.

Jacques Bello is a gray-haired, meticulously dressed old white man with a pair of reading glasses. Sixty-eight years old this year. Listening to Dong Youwei's English laboriously. As the main guest of "Celebration Banquet" tonight, Jing Gao was reminded of Jing Gao's identity by someone beside him. For such a super-rich and capitalist, even if he has the pride of an artist and talks nicely with others, he certainly will not play his temper.

The reason for listening hard is not that Dong Youwei's spoken English is poor, but that Jacques Bello is older and his English listening skills are average.

Don't doubt the French love and pride for French. If an Englishman asks directions in English, the most likely answer is: "sorry, icannotspeakEnglish."

Of course, there is a feud between Britain and France.

In addition, this is not the pride of Chinese people. You know, in the era of mainland hegemony, French is basically used in the conclusion of alliances between the great powers. Because the French refers to clearly, there is no ambiguity.

English is different. Many words are ambiguous.

But who will let the British Empire dominate the world for 200 years, and then the U.S. Empire to become the world's only superpower? English is almost the lingua franca of the world.

After listening to Jacques Bello, he said to Jing Gao: "We have toured the East. There are no plans to go to China for the time being."

Anyway, Jing Gao wanted to kill time and keep himself in the sight of "everyone". Because the army has analyzed, if the opponent's ambush is due to business matters, he will be the only target. Dong Lingxi's value is slightly greater, and other people will not be the target at all.

Jing Gao smiled, holding a glass of lemonade. He already knew that the "danger" was coming. He would definitely not dare to drink anymore. He was exercising and maintaining his body well. From the beginning of the banquet to this, he would drink a little champagne. Not enough to slow his thinking,"

Mr. Bello, I admire the performance of your symphony orchestra tonight. Therefore, I hope to hear your music at the banquet I am hosting. Of course, the journey to China is long and tiring, and I am willing to compensate accordingly. "

Jing Gao said very euphemistically, and Jacques Bello can hear it even if he is slow. The big boss is willing to give money! The specific salary and conditions, let alone Mr. Yijing’s level of tycoon will not talk about it, but he is not willing to talk about these, of course, Mr. Jing is not willing to talk about it, because his time is worth money, and these trivial things do not bother him. Bother. He doesn't want to talk about the pride of being an artist.

By the way: "Mr. Jing, thank you very much for your praise and appreciation. Please forgive me for the itinerary of our group. I am too old and I can't remember clearly. I need to go back and check it. Maybe we can leave a contact information for each other."

With that, he called his young assistant over.

Jing Gao smiled slightly in his heart and asked Dong Youwei to stay on the phone to communicate the details. What about the capitalist society, what about the top orchestra? You can get it for money.

Of course, he can be respected, it is not money, the oil trenches of the Middle East, the monarchs of small countries may not have his treatment. The key is that he first knocked the richest man in Europe and luxury goods giant Arnault on his knees to beg for mercy, and just rubbed the face of the successor leader of the old French consortium Lagardère consortium on the ground!

The strong ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ of course should be respected!

"Mr. Bello, can you play a dance piece next? There are many beautiful girls tonight, and I hope I can invite one of them to dance!"

The exchange was pleasant, Jacques Bello agreed without hesitation, picked up the baton, first nodded to Jing Gao, and then faced the members of his symphony orchestra. The baton is played, and the music sounds.

This is the classic banquet dance "Waltz".

The people in the round banquet hall heard the familiar melody and understood, and they vacated the middle position one after another. Pairs of handsome men and women walked onto the dance floor.

Since Arthur Lagardère left, the important figures in the banquet have basically left: the bosses of Hermès and Chanel, the senior professional managers of L'Oréal and Publicis Group, the top designers of the Kering Group, the top The directors of art films, commercial films, and middle-aged and elderly actresses are all retreating one after another. Only Pino is still in the manor as the owner.

There is still interest after 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, mostly young people.

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