The next morning, just after Lu Feng finished breakfast, the lobby manager came over with a man in his thirties and said to Lu Feng: "Mr. Lu, this is the translator I found for you. The salary is settled daily, one hundred francs."

Lu Feng looked at the man and said hello in English, saying that he knew very well about the situation in Paris and would do whatever he wanted.

"That's good. Take me to a place in the street of Notre Dame in a while." After Lu Feng said that, the lobby manager said goodbye.

A few minutes later, the two of them went downstairs to stop a car and headed straight for the destination!

Notre Dame is the most famous street in Paris. There are many tourists coming and going, all heading for this ancient art palace. Three kilometers away is a small stadium. The expo is here. More than a thousand companies participated, and hundreds of new products are expected to be launched.

Lu Feng got off the car and looked at the stadium in front of him. There were many tourists taking photos in the square. Obviously, not many people knew that a semiconductor expo would be held the day after tomorrow. They cared more about whether the photos taken by the cameraman they paid for were good.

The translator looked at the scene in front of him and whispered: "Boss, do you think you are going to hold a semiconductor expo here?"

"That's right, let's go up and ask first to see if it's true." Lu Feng walked towards the gymnasium, and opened the hall the day after tomorrow. Now he should have been almost ready and the staff are all here.

"What is a semiconductor?" the translator wondered.

"You can simply understand the core processor as the brain of a machine. What is your education?" Lu Feng looked at him.

"Bachelor degree, double degree in English and painting." The translation is quite self-satisfied.

"Then do you know st?" Lu Feng asked casually.

“What is st?”

"The largest semiconductor company in your country is about the same size as companies like Nokia/Siemens in Europe, but this company has no products and is directly connected to terminal product companies." Lu Feng said casually.

The translator shrugged, seemed very careless, and muttered casually: "This is the capital of art."

"If there is no cannon, industry, and core high-tech industry behind art, where can art go?" Lu Feng didn't want to talk to him about these useless things. When he walked to the entrance of the venue, he saw the door closed with several rows of flags at the door, and some international associations were flagged. It seems that the biggest external publicity is just that. At most, mainstream media will mention it, and a few ordinary people will stare at mainstream media.

Many countries are whales at the bottom of the sea, and they seem to have no strengths. When you really go deep into the industry, you will find that these grandsons are pretending to be very strict. They have all kinds of industries. But if you don’t say it, ordinary people are just doing art in their eyes.

"There is a window over there, it seems that there is someone." The translator pointed to an external window not far away.

Lu Feng walked over and was a consultation window. A woman in her thirties was sitting, looking at Lu Feng and said, "What's the matter? I'm about to get off work."

"Hello, I want to ask, is the Paris Semiconductor Expo held here?" Lu Feng asked at her.

After hearing the translation, the woman nodded and said, "Yes, haven't you seen the flag at the door?"

Lu Feng glanced at the invitation in his hand and said to her: "That's right, our company's boss received the invitation, but he couldn't come because of time, so he sent me to check it out. However, the name on the invitation letter was not my name. Can this matter be solved?"

After hearing this, the woman stared at Lu Feng and looked at him. She didn't look like the kind of person who picked up an invitation letter on the roadside, and said, "This expo is not open to the public. Only industry insiders who receive the invitation are qualified to enter. Does your company have a stamped authorization letter? You are authorized to participate in this event."

"This... can be available, but I didn't bring it with me. Can it be convenient? It's not easy for me to fly from the UK." Lu Feng hurriedly took out his pocket, took out his prepared money and put it in the invitation letter, handed it in from the window and said, "You are lucky!"

The woman wanted to use the words to get off work. When she opened the invitation letter and saw the money inside, she raised her eyebrows and smiled on her face, and said to Lu Feng: "You are fortunate to come here too. We are solving the problem for you. We must first determine whether the person on this invitation letter is on the invitation list, and then send an email to the invitee. I'll go to our director, and you can wait."

"Okay, thank you!"

After Lu Feng said that, he was helpless and stood outside. Didn’t that boy Sean say it was very simple? Why did he still have to contact him and check whether it was true or not?

Previous expos were made public to the public, and there would be a list of some media reporters, so it would be easy to get involved. This year's expo was not made public to the public, but was only exchanged between companies, which was relatively strict.

More than ten minutes later, a white man in his fifties walked out of it, looking like a leader. He walked to Lu Feng and the woman just now introduced: "This is the director of our reception office."

"How did you get this invitation? This is an invitation letter from Skill Transistor Company in Germany. This company is not big, so only one invitation letter was issued." The director stared at Lu Feng and obviously doubted the origin of the invitation letter.

Lu Feng could hear from his words that Sean might have a bag company, and the other party knew it in his heart, so he distributed one and it was in his hands.

"Our boss has something to do temporarily, so let me take a look. As the general manager of the company, I plan to get to know more companies at the expo this year and reach some cooperation." Lu Feng replied with a very official answer.

"That's right? It's not easy to come here. Our expo mainly provides convenience and communication for the development of the industry, not to make things difficult for you. According to regulations, this matter may not work." The director returned the invitation letter to Lu Feng as he said.

After hearing this, Lu Feng turned around and looked at his translator and asked, "Are you sure he is talking about it, according to the regulations?"

"No translation error!"

"Then I understand." Lu Feng reacted and took out all his money from his pocket, most of which were US dollars, probably several thousand dollars. He put it in the invitation letter in front of them and handed it over, saying, "You are fortunate that our small company, if this matter is not done well, I may not even have a job when I go back."

The director was also a cheerful person. He clicked the money in front of Lu Feng, put it directly into his pocket, and said, "I understand, I'll change your name for you, wait a moment."

After the two of them returned, the translator stood aside and smacked his lips and said, "This decadent world sometimes feels desperate."

"When you have money, you will find that the world is different. We are powerless to change the rules and can only obey." Lu Feng lit a cigarette and turned around and looked at the tourists in the square, stopping talking.

After waiting for almost an hour, the reception staff at the window walked out and handed a new invitation letter to Lu Feng, but Lu Feng's name was replaced.

"Okay, go back." Lu Feng looked at the invitation letter in his hand and was in a good mood.

Today, Paris is sunny and a breeze blows from the hot air, so that people don’t want to hide in the air-conditioned room. Zhang Fengxia has been here for two days, and the jet lag has come over and she just wanders around the streets every day.

She couldn't understand what the people around her said, and everything around her made her look a little unfamiliar. Yesterday, there was a tour group selling, but today there was no one who spoke.

The pedestrians were in a hurry, walking alone on the busy street, looking at a store and buying ice cream. As soon as he walked out of the door, a white man dressed in a slightly vicissitudes pointed the camera in his hand at her and pressed the shutter with a click.

The man walked up to show Zhang Fengxia the photo, and spoke French in a gusto. The meaning of the photo was nothing more than that this photo was beautiful and artistic. If you want it, you can pay me a sum of money. If you don't want it, I will keep it.

Zhang Fengxia looked at herself in the camera and frowned and said in English: "Please delete my photo."

"Nonono, money, give me money, you are very beautiful." The man was still praising Zhang Fengxia in simple words.

"I don't want it, you deleted the photo!" Zhang Fengxia scolded.

When the man saw that he couldn't get the money, he spread his hands and prepared to leave. They would pack and sell these photos to some magazines or other companies that needed the right to use the photos to earn money from film.

Before the man could walk away, a woman in her thirties rushed up and chatted with the man in a gusto way. The man had no choice but to throw the rubber bottom into the trash can.

"Are you okay? These people often do this, mainly targeting tourists." The woman said to Zhang Fengxia in fluent English.

"It's okay, thank you so much." Zhang Fengxia said politely: "I don't know how to thank you, why don't you have a meal together?"

The woman nodded and agreed without hesitation. Zhang Fengxia felt indescribable in this foreign country for the past few days, but she was still swaying.

Now I finally met a person who could talk. He told all his story at the dinner table. The woman opposite him was eating and listening to the story, and said, "I think such a man is not worth your nostalgia. You should have a better life. In fact, men don't have a good thing."

"But now I can't let go of it. I feel like I'm being squeezed into the cracks by two mountains. No matter how I go, it's all wrong. I don't want to be sorry to Sister Xiaoyan, but I can't go against the deep feelings in my heart." Zhang Fengxia picked up the wine glass with a little distress and drank it all.
Chapter completed!