Imitation

"Chairman, I will arrange for someone to leave for China for inspection.

Come out with a feasibility report as soon as possible."

"Well, when you go to China for inspection, you must contact the authorities. You sent people to BJ to find Director Xu Shaomin of the XC District Materials Bureau.

He will make arrangements for you." Zhang Junping finally explained.

After finishing the work at the textile factory, Zhang Junping began to visit various tourist attractions in Zurich every day.

Really relax your mind, treat it as a vacation, enjoy the beautiful scenery, taste delicious food, and occasionally meet a beautiful woman.

After another two or three days, the newly hired financial director arrived, and Zhang Junping felt relieved to leave Zurich.

Giving the company management to Givens does not mean handing over financial power to him.

On the plane flying to Paris, France, Zhang Junping looked at the scenery outside the plane.

The thick sea of ​​clouds rolled and changed into various shapes.

The sun shines on the sea of ​​clouds, giving the strange clouds a layer of golden skin.

Although European flight attendants are very beautiful, their figures are comparable to models, and their makeup is also very exquisite.

However, Zhang Junping has no sexual interest in these stewardesses at all.

European flight attendants, like airplanes, are public transportation.

Of course, this is just some people, not all.

Therefore, Zhang Junping would rather look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window. Such a scene cannot be seen at any time. It can only be seen when taking a plane and the weather is good.

Maybe it's because he has painted too many pictures recently. Zhang Junping looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window and couldn't help but think about how to draw a sunrise picture of the sea of ​​clouds.

In the end, Zhang Junping drew it directly in his mind with consciousness.

"Sir, sir!" Just as Zhang Junping was immersed in painting, someone pushed him gently.

Zhang Junping turned his head and looked over.

"Sir, the plane has arrived at Paris Airport." the flight attendant reminded in a low voice.

"Oh! Thank you!" Zhang Junping then realized that the plane had landed and everyone else had also got off.

Zhang Junping no longer pursues the golden train treasure.

In fact, when he cut off the batch of oil paintings in Munich, Zhang Junping's thoughts about looking for the golden train faded away.

After the arsenal, Zhang Junping was less interested in the golden train in Wałbrzych.

After acquiring the textile company in Zurich, it completely gave up its plan to find the golden train.

Too much is not enough, this acquisition by Prussia is already big enough.

It is not a good thing to continue to greedily hunt for treasures, as it will lead to disaster.

Paris should be the last stop of this European trip.

After Paris, he went back first to Prussia, then to Japan, and finally back to China.

It took Zhang Junping two hours to get from Zurich to Paris. Including the security check and waiting time, it was less than eleven o'clock when he arrived in Paris.

Get a taxi and enter Paris city.

Since I arrived in Paris, I naturally wanted to stay at the most meaningful hotel in Paris.

The Grand Hotel Crillon is the oldest five-star hotel in Paris.

The hotel building was built in the 18th century and is itself a historical monument.

Zhang Junping asked for a suite.

It is indeed a city of art, and the hotel rooms are full of art.

Paris is the city of fashion, art, romance, flowers and desire.

It's full of hormones here.

Zhang Junping certainly didn't come here to be romantic.

But I came here to pursue art.

After Zhang Junping washed up in the room, he put on makeup.

About half an hour later, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked out of Zhang Junping's room.

The fluffy golden shawl and long hair make the young man look a bit lazy, but this laziness does not ruin the image of the young man.

On the contrary, it has a different kind of chicness.

This young man with blond hair and blue eyes was naturally made up by Zhang Junping.

The blonde wears a hood, blue eyes, and uses contact lenses.

Zhang Junping was specially fitted in Zurich and was fitted with three pairs of contact lenses in total, namely green, blue and purple.

These three colors of eyes are the eye colors of European and American people.

Among them, purple eyes are relatively rare.

There are not many people who order plain contact lenses. Some European and American star models often buy contact lenses in order to make their eyes more beautiful.

In fact, contact lenses have been developed as early as the last century. However, at that time, due to the material used, contact lenses caused greater damage to the eyes.

Most people wouldn't wear it.

It was not until the 1970s that Bald Eagle scientists made a breakthrough and developed more suitable materials for making contact lenses.

The number of people wearing contact lenses is gradually increasing.

Zhang Junping came to the Champs-Élysées with a roll of canvas in his hand.

This is Paris' shopping paradise and a gathering place for luxury goods.

Similarly, various expensive artworks are also sold in shops here.

Zhang Junping took the rolled canvas and walked into a gallery that looked larger and more luxuriously decorated.

"Sir, do you want to frame or sell the painting?" A well-dressed female clerk came up to her and asked in French.

Zhang Junping also answered in fluent French: "I have a few oil paintings here that I plan to sell.

Please help me take a look!”

Zhang Junping said and handed the canvas in his hand to the other party.

"Sir, we have relatively high requirements for oil paintings here..." the female clerk explained while opening the canvas.

When the canvas was opened, the words in his mouth could no longer be spoken.

To work as a salesperson in a gallery, you naturally need to have a certain vision.

"Sir, please wait a moment! I'll ask the manager to come over!" After the female clerk said that, she put down the painting and hurried into the studio inside the gallery.

Zhang Junping smiled, it was indeed a big gallery, and the female clerk had good taste.

The female clerk must have seen something, so she left in such a hurry.

Zhang Junping waited for two or three minutes before the female clerk came out with a middle-aged man in his forties with a pigtail.

"Sir, the clerk just said he was not sure, can I take a look at your painting again?" The middle-aged man with braids said to Zhang Junping politely.

"Okay!" Zhang Junping nodded.

"This... how is this possible? This is impossible!" The middle-aged man with braids muttered as he looked at the painting again and again.

There was an incredible look on his face.

After coming here for a long time, the middle-aged man with braids didn't bother to talk to Zhang Junping. He hurried into the inner room and came out with a picture album.

Turn to one of them and compare it carefully.

"Oh my God, this is incredible! I really can't believe my eyes!" The middle-aged man with braids became more and more surprised as he compared the two, and kept exclaiming.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Junping, and asked eagerly: "Where did you get these oil paintings?"

"I found it by chance at a flea market.

I also studied painting, and I thought it looked good, so I bought it.

Recently, at hand...so..." Zhang Junping said the last, with a shy look on his face at the right time.

"Sir, your painting is good, we accept it.

Are you going to sell it on consignment? Or sell it directly to our gallery?" The middle-aged man's face flashed with joy and he asked with a smile.

"How much can I get if I sell it directly?"

"These paintings of yours are all good, I can give you ten thousand francs for one!" The braided middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said.

Zhang Junping didn't say anything, he stepped forward, rolled up the oil painting and left.

"Wait, what do you mean?"
To be continued...