"Is it safe?"

Zhang Junping stunned George Fairburn with one sentence.

Because he really didn't know what Zhang Junping meant. As a well-known veteran artist in Europe, does he need to consider this issue when attending a party?

Don't need it?

Need it?

George Fairburn thought tangledly.

"Dear Zhang, don't worry about safety. The people attending the party today are all celebrities, so there is absolutely no problem.

There are many models and young and beautiful female stars today!" George Fairburn gave Zhang Junping a look that any man could understand.

"Okay! It doesn't matter whether it's a model or a female star. I mainly want to get to know celebrities in Paris and find some inspiration." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Hahaha! Dear Zhang, you will definitely find great inspiration at the party!" George Fairburn said with a laugh.

The party that George Fairburn was talking about was held in a large manor. It is said that this manor is also an earl's manor.

However, this count's manor is several times larger than Zhang Junping's, covering an area of ​​thirty acres.

Baroque-style ancient buildings are full of artistic flavor.

As soon as he entered the castle, Zhang Junping was shocked by the luxurious decoration. Inside the huge castle, the floors were all covered with gorgeous Persian carpets.

Persian carpets are hung on the walls and admired as works of art in many wealthy homes.

Here, the entire guest room, including the stairs that extend beyond Zhang Junping's sight, are all covered with Persian carpets.

From Zhang Junping's perspective, it can be seen that this is no ordinary Persian carpet, this is a custom-made Persian carpet of high quality and artistic level. The pure white wool is mixed with gold and silver threads to weave exquisite patterns.

These patterns are very particular and blend perfectly with the decoration of the room without making people feel cumbersome or messy.

The patterns of Persian carpets are mostly composed of abstract plants, Chinese characters and geometric patterns.

If such a pattern is not customized and designed according to the decorative layout of the entire room, it will not give people a gorgeous feeling, but a dazzling and uncomfortable feeling.

Many people have come to the spacious and bright hall, elegant men and women in suits and colorful clothes. They are holding wine glasses, chatting together, or admiring the oil paintings on the wall alone.

The oil paintings hanging on the walls are also very valuable works of art, works by famous artists in the Middle Ages or modern times.

Zhang Junping saw at a glance that a copy of his own painting was also hanging on the wall.

At this time, three or four people were standing below Pingfang, discussing the artistry of Pingfang.

Now in April, the temperature at night is still a bit low, and Zhang Junping couldn't help but feel sorry for the beauties in the hall, who were wearing too little.

"Haha! George, you can be late!" A strong white man in his thirties, accompanied by a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress, came over and hugged George Fairborn.

"I went to pick up a friend, so I came a little late!

Li En, let me introduce to you, this is Zhang from China, a very talented artist!" George Fairburn hugged Li En, and then introduced Zhang Junping to him.

"Welcome, Zhang from China! I hope you can have a wonderful night!" Li En and Zhang Junping shook hands and said politely.

Obviously, Li En didn't pay much attention to a young man like Zhang Junping.

The only thing that made Rean take a second look was that this boy was so handsome.

Of course, this is also because George Fairborn acted selfishly and did not introduce Zhang Junping as the author of the counterfeit, otherwise the treatment would be completely different.

According to George Fairburn, the author of the imitation must maintain a sufficient sense of mystery. Except for Jordan and the three people in his small group, the identity of the author of the imitation cannot be publicized to the outside world.

"Thank you! I'm sorry to bother you, but Haihan!" Zhang Junping thanked him politely.

"Please come inside, have fun!" Li En said politely again, then turned and left.

As the host of today's party, he still has a lot to do, including welcoming new guests and greeting old friends from time to time.

George Fairborn was still very loyal. He took Zhang Junping around the hall and introduced him to many celebrities in Paris.

Then he smiled and said to Zhang Junping: "Dear Zhang, everyone can move freely now. I hope you can find creative inspiration today."

"My inspiration is already overflowing now! If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I would just find a place to create some work now." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Have fun!" George Fairburn gave Zhang Junping a look that every man could understand, then he hugged the beautiful woman next to him and left.

"Damn! The good cabbage has been eaten by pigs!" Zhang Junping cursed secretly.

He actually knew the beautiful woman that George Fairburn was holding in his arms. Isabelle Huppert, the famous French movie star, is currently one of the most popular female stars in France. She just won the Best Actress Award at the Cannes International Film Festival last year.

She is in her twenties this year, which is the period when Western women are at their peak of charm, with a pretty figure and a hot personality.

Western women are very precocious. For example, Sophie Marceau, whom Zhang Junping met the day before yesterday, was just thirteen years old and was already as mature as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in China.

But similarly, Western women age very quickly. Once they reach their thirties, they are no longer attractive.

Of course, many women rely on technological means to extend their peak moments to fifty or even sixty years old.

But, that’s all deceiving yourself.

Zhang Junping believes that the best-looking Western women are in the age group between eighteen and under thirty.

It's a pity that there are many such top-notch women on the party, but they are not my cup of tea.

They are all a group of superficial women chasing the sour taste of money and power.

Therefore, I just took a few more glances at Zhang Junping, a handsome young man, to enjoy myself, and then my target was still those successful men with big bellies on their bodies.

Zhang Junping also enjoyed his leisure time. He took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and wandered around the hall, admiring the oil paintings on the wall and the various exotic works of art placed in the corners.

"Hello, sir!" A pleasant voice came from behind Zhang Junping.

"Hello, beautiful lady!" Zhang Junping turned around and greeted the other party with a smile.

It's rare for a woman who is not superficial to come and communicate with me.

"Your name is Zhang?"

"You can call me that, beautiful Miss Isabelle!" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded. Even though the other person was Isabelle Adjani, who was more beautiful than Isabelle Huppert, Zhang Junping still didn't bother to give her the Chinese surname and first name.

difference.

"Do you know me?" Isabel Adjani asked with a hint of surprise.

"When George introduced me just now, remember that beautiful women always leave a deep impression on people." Zhang Junping explained with a gentlemanly smile.

The words secretly praised Isabel Adjani's appearance.

There are two Isabelles at the party today, and they are both the most popular female stars in France. It cannot but be said that Rean has great energy.

The Isabelle Adjani in front of me is more beautiful and more famous than the Isabelle Huppert just now.

She is twenty-four years old this year, which is the golden age for women. She has won several French awards and was nominated for an Oscar for Best Actress.

The current market is mainly on the bald eagle side.

Even though I had to come to the party today for some reasons, because my career is with the bald eagle, I have no demands on successful people at the party, so I will naturally be strong without desire.

There is no need to chase the rancidity of money and power.

In the entire party, Zhang Junping was the most eye-catching and the youngest one. Isabel Adjani followed her true intention, came to Zhang Junping and struck up a conversation with him.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Zhang!" Isabel Adjani showed a sweet smile.

"I just heard from Mr. Stuart that you are an artist?"

"I don't dare to be an artist. I'm just a painter, a calligrapher and a sculptor." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang is so funny! You actually know so many arts!" Isabel Adjani was amused by Zhang Junping and giggled.

Isabel Adjani rolled her eyes, pointed to the oil paintings on the wall with a sweet smile and asked: "I just don't know how Mr. Zhang's level is compared to the artists on the wall?"

"It's a pity that I didn't bring any painting tools with me today, otherwise I would have let Miss Isabel see that my skills are no worse than those on the wall." Zhang Junping said with a confident smile.

"Don't you know, Mr. Zhang? The theme of today's party is Paris art and cultural exchange.

There may not be much else on the party, but there will definitely be no shortage of painting tools." Isabel Adjani said with a smile.

"I really don't know, I was just pulled over temporarily by George." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang, I have always hoped to have a portrait of myself, do you understand what I mean? I wonder if Mr. Zhang is willing to help?" Isabel Adjani asked with a hint of shyness.

"Almost understand!" Zhang Junping nodded clearly, and then asked: "With all due respect, Miss Isabel, if you want a portrait of yourself, there should be many well-known artists willing to fulfill your wish."

"But, they are not as good-looking as you!"

"Haha! Thank you Miss Isabel for your compliment. I am very willing to fulfill your wish.

It’s just that it doesn’t seem very convenient here!” Zhang Junping looked around.

"Mr. Zhang, please follow me!" Isabel Adjani took Zhang Junping's arm and led him to a room on the second floor.

This is a lounge.

There are many rooms like this on the second floor. When passing by, Zhang Junping heard voices discussing art coming from inside.

Very involved and intense.

"Mr. Zhang, wait a moment!" Isabel Adjani turned around and walked out, and soon came in with a set of painting tools.

"Mr. Zhang, take a look and see if it's suitable for use."
To be continued...