The next morning, Yu Dong and the others were going to go shopping on the Champs Elysées, but as soon as they walked out of the hotel door, a young man ran up to them.
The young man wears a hat and a camera hanging on his chest.
"Hello, Mr. YU, I am a reporter from Le Parisien. Do you have time to be interviewed by us now?"
Before Bian Dong could refuse, the reporter asked: "Is the previous report about you in "France Soirée" true? Have you encountered unfair treatment in Paris? Can you tell us?"
Yu Dong looked at Jiang Jie next to him. He didn't understand a word of what the reporter said.
Jiang Jie understood and translated the reporter's words to Yu Dong.
Le Parisien is not a street tabloid. Although Yu Dong is not French, he has heard of them.
Moreover, He Biyu and Rist have mentioned this newspaper to Yu Dong in the past two days. They have always wanted to interview Yu Dong, but they have not been able to achieve their goal after trying to find a relationship between the publishing house and the Deep Space Company. Now they have gone directly to the newspaper.
Sit down in front of the hotel.
Yu Dong did not answer the reporter's question, but asked: "Can you tell me who disclosed to you the news that we stayed in this hotel?"
The reporter blinked and smiled: "A passerby saw you entering this hotel and called us to tell the newspaper. Mr. YU, don't worry, we will never obtain your personal information through illegal means. Can you follow
Shall we talk about the situation at that time?"
After saying that, the reporter looked at Yu Hua and the others again: "These should be Yu Hua, Mo Yan, and Mr. Bi Feiyu. It is said that you were also at the scene when the incident happened. Can you talk about it together? Don't worry, you will definitely not
It will waste your time."
Since he was blocked, Yu Dong nodded and agreed to say a few words to the other party, "The situation at that time has been clearly stated in the previous news reports, and the facts are indeed as stated in the reports."
"Were you the only one whose hands were handcuffed at that time? Were the others handcuffed?" the reporter asked.
"No."
The reporter took the note twice, then looked up and asked, "Why not? By the way, can I take a photo for you?"
"Yes, but only a few of us can be photographed, and no one else can be photographed."
"no problem."
After taking the photos, the reporter asked again: "Why didn't they torture anyone else? Is there any special reason?"
"I had this plan before, but it changed midway. As for why, I don't know."
"Then why did they let you go again? Was it because of the pressure of the people at the scene, as mentioned in previous reports?"
Yu Dong thought for a while and replied: "Someone did recognize me at the scene, but I don't know why the police let us go. You have to ask the police about this."
"After what happened, you two had another..."
Before the reporter from "Le Parisien" finished asking, a female reporter suddenly ran up to her, "Hello, Mr. YU, I am a reporter from "Le Figaro", may I ask..."
Yu Dong used his hand to block the voice recorder that was pointed directly at him, and asked: "Your newspaper office also received calls from enthusiastic people?"
The female reporter blinked and said, "We have received news that you are staying in this hotel, but it is definitely a formal way. Please rest assured."
Yu Dong smiled, how could he feel relieved in this situation.
But he didn't get angry either. These reporters were seamless and it was only a matter of time before they got caught.
He looked at the time. They were going to go shopping today, but the female relatives didn't have much fun during this time.
"Let's do this. You guys come back to the hotel at five o'clock in the afternoon, and I will be interviewed by you then. How about we sit down and have a good chat?" Yu Dong suggested.
"No problem." The male reporter agreed readily, "I just want to go back and prepare myself. Can I record the interview in the afternoon?"
"No problem, I will give you at least half an hour then."
"Will the other gentlemen also be interviewed by then?" the female reporter asked.
Yu Dong looked at Yu Hua and the others: "Are you willing to be interviewed?"
"No problem." Yu Hua shrugged.
"I don't have any problem either."
"I can do either."
All three people agreed, and Yu Dong told reporters: "Okay."
"That's great."
After the discussion, the two reporters left, and Yu Dong also led others to leave the hotel door quickly, for fear of being stopped by other reporters again and delaying time.
After walking for a while, Yu Dong said to Jiang Jie, "Since we have decided to accept an interview, let's just hold a press conference. Tell Rist and ask him to contact various media, and then ask the hotel if there is a venue.
Give it to us."
"Okay, no problem, I'll do it now."
…
In the Virgin Bookstore on the Champs Elysées, Olivier saw a newspaper on the newspaper rack, with an Asian man holding handcuffs on the cover.
He glanced at the title and suddenly looked at the girl next to him in surprise: "Ana, YU, this is YU, he was arrested."
Anna was reading a book, and when she saw Olivier making a fuss, she curled her lips and said: "This news came out two days ago, and he was not arrested, but was handcuffed, and later the police released him.
"
"Why?"
Anna glanced at the newspaper: "It's all in the report."
Olivier smiled and started watching the news.
After reading it, he lamented: "These two policemen went too far. How could they treat Yu and the others like this?"
"It should not be done to anyone." Anna said: "As police officers, they are derelict in their duties. As people, they are too arrogant and too ignorant. If they had a little knowledge, they would never do such a thing."
"Well, but speaking of it, YU's appearance is a little different from what I imagined. He looks younger than me. How old is he? Some people say he is thirty years old, and others say he is forty years old, but I think
He is only twenty years old."
"He's not even thirty yet. Orientals do look younger. His appearance should be one of the more handsome among Orientals."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing Anna praise other men for being handsome, Olivier was a little jealous, "It's okay, I feel like he's a little thinner, but in this photo
Very good, he looks very elegant, and the overall composition reminds me of Delacroix's "Liberty Leading the People." Although YU is wearing handcuffs, he has a charging momentum."
"Really, you can see these things in a picture?"
Seeing that Anna was very interested, Olivier chuckled and said: "I may not know as much as you about literature, but I know more about art and photography than you. Maybe I took a lot of photos at the scene, but I finally chose this one.
It definitely makes sense. In this picture, not only does YU show a charging momentum, but everyone's eyes are focused on him. In addition, with him as the dividing line, the people on the left and right show different temperaments, faintly
There’s a sense of confrontation.”
Anna stared at the photo and nodded: "Listening to what you said, I can really feel something different. I thought it was a randomly selected photo."
His words could arouse Anna's interest, which made Olivier very happy. He continued: "Let's look at YU's expression again. His mouth is half open and he is not roaring, but it gives people a feeling that he is about to
It felt like shouting. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved back, which meant that he was disdainful in his heart at this time. In the face of coercion, he was not timid at all. His clothes..."
At first Anna listened attentively, but then she felt that Olivier was getting more and more outrageous. He could even deduce from the fact that YU wore a pair of black shoes that YU was usually a meticulous and quiet person.
It’s also called, euphemistically, psychology.
What left Anna speechless the most was that Olivier expressed a little regret for this photo. He said that the only shortcoming of this photo was that YU was wearing a top. If YU took off his top, it would be more like "Liberty Leading the People",
It has more visual impact.
Anna shook her head, not interested in listening to his nonsense anymore, and turned to focus on the book in her hand.
Olivier was talking vigorously when he suddenly saw Anna lowering her head. He scratched his head again and said, "I have really studied behavioral psychology..."
As he talked, he was too embarrassed to continue editing, so he picked up a book and read it.
After a while, Olivier put down the book and looked around. He felt that the people in the bookstore were much more interesting than the books.
Many people who come to the bookstore come for the books, many come for the people just like me, and some come for the emptiness in their hearts.
There was a young man near the window, holding a cup of coffee and a copy of "Notre Dame de Paris". He didn't turn a page for a long time, or turned several pages at once, obviously not reading seriously.
There is a woman sitting opposite him, holding a copy of "Lover". Every time she glances at the book in her hand, she glances at the man. These two people must have just met each other, and they have not yet exposed their shallowness in front of each other. Or,
In fact, they are well aware of each other's superficiality, but they still vainly want to achieve some kind of empty ceremony through this non-superficial meeting.
There was a middle-aged man diagonally opposite, holding a book, turning to a certain page, but not looking at it, just looking back and forth, not knowing what he was looking for. Maybe this man, like me, was not very interested in the books in the bookstore.
, but more interested in people.
Olivier thought that in bookstores, there were not always people like Anna who read books seriously.
For another example, next to a row of bookshelves near the door, a young man with black hair kept picking up a book from the bookshelf and putting down another. It seemed that he was interested in every book, but it seemed that every book was of interest to him.
None of the books were worth reading.
Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be French. Maybe he doesn't know French? He doesn't know French, but he still walks into a bookstore on the streets of Paris. It's really incomprehensible.
There was another young man next to him, a little thinner than him, with his arms folded and looking at the bookshelf in front of him, as if a king was reviewing his army.
The row of bookshelves he was standing on seemed to be full of best-sellers, and many of them were YU's books.
Hey, YU?
Olivier suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked carefully at the man holding his arms, and then picked up the newspaper just now and looked at it.
It’s really YU.
Olivier suddenly became excited. He was about to turn around and talk to Anna when he suddenly heard a voice not far away.
"YU!"
Olivier followed the sound and saw a boy in his twenties running towards YU excitedly.
Chapter completed!