The two got out of the car with their luggage. Wang Bo looked up at the tallest building in the center of Paris, the Montparnasse Building in front of him. The square, well-behaved building and brown walls were indeed the tallest building in Paris that I remembered.

With Montparnasse as the center, Wang Bo looked around and searched for the direction where Ibis was in his impression.

Ibis is an economical chain hotel in France, equivalent to the domestic "Home Inn" or "Seven Days". With Wang Bo's current value, of course there is no need to stay in any economic hotel. Moreover, Ibis in the center of France is not as good as the domestic home Inn and Seven Days, because the hotel is modernized with a stone house full of hundreds of years of history, with limited space. Therefore, the elevator and room in the hotel are pitifully small. Wang Bo still remembers that when he first lived in Ibis with his colleagues in France, he and his colleagues each carried a big box. Two big boxes plus two of them, and the elevator was full, and the passengers behind him could only wait for the second trip.

However, as he said, his purpose of going abroad this time was not to travel around, but to temporarily escape from something that made him suffer and suppress, and to find some familiar memories of his previous life. Therefore, he did not want to be like in China, and he would not be able to stay on a five-star business trip.

There are several "ibis" near Montparnasse. After getting off the bus, Wang Bo looked around pretending to behave and suddenly "eyes lit up". He pointed to a hotel next to the subway station opposite and said to Ning Qian: "Ning Qian, is the hotel in grammar also called Hotel?"

"Yes!" Ning Qian nodded.

"There seems to be one of the opposite parties, let's go and ask."

"Okay, Mr. Wang."

The two began to cross the road. There were neither zebra crossing nor red street lights nearby, and cars came and went. When they saw fewer cars, Wang Bo took the lead and walked towards the middle of the road.

One thing that is commendable for drivers in Europe is that they usually let pedestrians. When they see someone crossing the road, even if they run a red light, the driver will take the initiative to slow down, stop, and let pedestrians pass first. Even better drivers will give you gestures in the car and signal with a smile: Please ask first! If it is a domestic driver, it is very likely that they are unreasonable, stick their heads out, and make a fierce statement:

"I want to die? I will help you!"

When crossing the road, Ning Qian was next to him. He grabbed the girl's hand and protected the girl with his body. He looked cautious, afraid that the other party would be hit by a car. Until he saw the incoming cars slow down and slow down, the two of them passed smoothly, then let go of the other party's hand, "he breathed a sigh of relief", and then said in surprise:

"Ning Qian, the driver here is pretty good? Let's go by first, so polite!"

Ning Qian's heart was thumping, like a deer bumping around. Although she knew that Wang Bo's holding her hand was just a stopgap, she didn't necessarily mean anything else to protect her. Moreover, after crossing the road, the other party let go, Ning Qian still felt dizzy, and her heart was as sweet as Eyun mineral water that she had just drunk.

"Yes, here in Europe... they are all driving and giving way to pedestrians." Ning Qian said with a red face.

"This is good. Our domestic drivers should learn. Many people drive a car, but they look like they can't buy it. They feel superior and pick it up. What's the point of being so cool? It's just a car for transportation, don't you think?" Wang Bo said.

"'I can't buy it in the end'?" Ning Qian looked puzzled.

"Ah, sorry! The local dialect, our local dialect is so complacent, very arrogant, and the meaning of being so arrogant. I am really sorry. I am used to speaking local dialect, but I am not good at speaking Mandarin. I communicate with people, especially when people from other provinces communicate, and this is how Trump comes from."

"Puff—" Ning Qian burst into laughter, "It's okay, Mr. Wang, I feel... it's quite interesting."

"Haha, I also think Trump from the SCZQ person is funny."

Without a few words, the hotel with the "IBIS, HOTEL" sign hanging outside arrived.

"I haven't stayed in a foreigner's hotel yet, so I'll see you next, Ning Qian? You can book two single rooms." Wang Bo took out his passport and credit card, handed it to Ning Qian, and blinked at the girl.

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Ning Qian took Wang Bo's passport and credit card. She had never stayed in a store in Paris. She visited Paris with her colleagues last time. She walked in the morning and left in the afternoon because the accommodation in the city was too expensive, and the cheapest one was 60 or 70 euros. If it was 60 or 70 yuan, it was really not worth it.

However, even if you have never stayed in a hotel abroad, as long as the two sides can communicate, it is not a big deal.

The two of them opened the door and walked into the hotel lobby. The lobby was very small, with only a middle-aged aunt wearing a uniform with a high nose and blue eyes.

"Bonjour (Hello)..." Ning Qian was chatting and communicating with the middle-aged aunt in French. After a minute, she looked at Wang Bo with regret and said:

"Mr. Wang, they have no rooms here."

"There are no rooms? There are no single rooms, standard rooms, luxury rooms, etc."

Ning Qian asked again, before she could come back, she saw the middle-aged aunt behind the counter shrugging, spreading her hands, looking regretful.

"No matter what she said, there is no room left." Ning Qian translated to Wang Bo.

"Then let's ask the next house. I noticed that there are several hotels nearby."

The two walked out of the hotel, came to the street, and walked towards another Ibis in Wang Bo's memory.

Another Ibis is located in another block less than fifty meters away and arrives in a few minutes.

Wang Bo still asked Ning Qian to ask.

This time the waiter was a young fat girl with blond hair. After a while of chattering that he couldn't understand, Ning Qian said to Wang Bo with a worried look on her face:

"Mr. Wang, she said there is another single room."

"There is only a single room, so let's go next." Wang Bo shook his head.

On the way to continue looking for the next Ibis, Wang Bo asked Ning Qian what day it will be today. Ning Qian looked at her watch.

"Today is Sunday, Mr. Wang."

"No wonder!" Wang Bo suddenly realized.

As the world's largest tourist city, Paris has been placing tens of millions of tourists worldwide every year. If it is a holiday, it is really possible that it is impossible to find a room.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo regretted it a little, regretting that he didn't make reservations in advance. It's okay for him to be alone, but the key is that Ning Qian called out the other person and asked for good food and accommodation, and everything was included. Don't end up not being able to find a place to stay, that would be funny.

"Do you really want me to stay in the Arc de Triomphe, the Peninsula hotel near the Champs Elysees?" Wang Bo shrank his neck. If you didn't make reservations in advance, the Peninsula hotel would have rooms. It would cost at least tens of thousands of dollars for one night, and two rooms would cost 20,000 dollars. It would be almost the same to deliver a pure blonde French girl. Otherwise, staying for one night would cost 20,000 yuan for four years. Even as a veritable billionaire, he felt a little painful and had no cost-effectiveness.

I have to say that as a new generation rich man who started from scratch rather than leniency, he had no idea about oil, salt, firewood and rice. Many times, before consumption, Wang Bo had to convert it in his mind to see if it was worth it. Now, facing hundreds or thousands of consumption, he could do whatever he wanted without blinking, but after spending in five figures, he still had to measure the cost-effectiveness in his mind.

The third one still has no rooms.

The fourth house has a room.

When I asked about the fifth house, there was still only one room, and here, it was far away from the landmark building where Montparnasse was used to navigate.

"Or else, Ning Qian, let's go to the IBIS in front, which is closer to Montparnasse, and set up the only room. Today is Sunday, and we will go to work tomorrow. Many French people who come to Paris to check out at noon. Then, we will book another one. Do you think it's OK?" Wang Bo really didn't want to leave, and he didn't plan to stay in the magnificent place. Many presidents would choose to stay at the Peninsula Hotel where they visited Paris.

"I... I listen to you, Mr. Wang." Ning Qian lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head, and said in a low voice like a mosquito.

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PS: I recommend a historical text "Zhu Ming" written by February in one breath that I read last night. It is not depressing, it is very refreshing, and the pace is also very fast, especially the pig's feet treats the heroine without being dragged on. I like it very much. But the grades are not very good, so the editor did not give any recommendations.

Why are the authors I like not very good at their books?
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