Chapter 2094 Flea Market
When Chu Heng came here, he slept all the time on the plane. He was not very sleepy, so he didn’t sleep for long in the hotel. He went to bed around two o’clock. I woke up around five o'clock.
The temperature in Paris in April was not high in the morning, only a few degrees. After waking up, Chu Heng wrapped himself in his nightgown and opened the curtains. He came to the balcony and felt the cool morning breeze blowing on his face. He couldn't help but A thrill.
"Ouch! It's cold enough!"
He supported the balcony railing with both hands and looked at the street scene. ancient city below.
Chu Heng's room is in a good location. You can see the famous Eiffel Tower from the balcony. Although this thing is famous, it's really just that.
In terms of history, it is not even a hundred years old, and it is not as long as the British recipes. It cannot be said to be beautiful, not to mention future generations. Right now, many buildings around the world are better than it. Much more beautiful.
Maybe it’s because he can’t resonate with me as a foreigner. Anyway, Chu Heng can’t appreciate it. He just thinks that he lives in a poor family and has no knowledge. If he catches something valuable, he will treat it as a family heirloom.
He looked at the iron tower in the distance and felt it was much worse than the stupid Big Wild Goose Pagoda. He curled his lips and wiped himself back to the house, washed himself up, lit a cigarette and came to the living room. I called the front desk of the hotel and asked for a cup of tea and some food. I then browsed through the newspaper rack in the room and found an English version of a financial magazine. I sat down in front of the sofa and started reading boredly.
Chu Heng’s English is pretty good. Although he doesn’t understand many professional terms in magazines, he can still make some guesses based on the context, but it’s a bit laborious.
After a quick glance, he quickly found an article that interested him. It was about an analysis of Citigroup's future economic situation by a professor from the Department of Finance at the University of Oxford in the UK. Combined with Citigroup's intensifying fiscal deficit, credit expansion, expanding trade deficit, and other circumstances, the collapse of the Bretton Woods system was predicted, and the time was also predicted within five years!
Although it's not too precise, it's pretty close.
“This professor has something!”
Chu Heng read the content of the article carefully again, thoughtfully lit a cigarette for himself, and thought about how to borrow it Take this opportunity to make a fortune.
There are actually many methods. The difficult thing is how to not attract attention.
"Ding dong!"
After thinking for a while, a bell rang at the door. Chu Heng came to his senses and was about to open the door. Cen Hao, who didn't know when he got up, rushed out of the room and opened the door handle. The housekeeper pushing a trolley came in.
There is only so much breakfast in France, and there is not much to choose from. Two glasses of milk, a few pieces of bread, two fried eggs, and a few slices of ham, that's all Chu Heng ordered.
"I wish you gentlemen a pleasant meal. If you need anything, please feel free to call me."
After the housekeeper put the things on the coffee table, he happily took the tip given by Chu Heng. He pushed the dining cart and left the room.
"What's the point of eating these crappy things? They're not as affordable as a bowl of rotten pork noodles." Cen Hao liked eating these when he first came abroad, but he got tired of them as time went by, and he lost his appetite just looking at the things on the table.
“For those who are away from home, just order it. There is meat as well as eggs. Eat, eat, eat.”
Chu Heng handed a piece of bread with jam on it to Cen Hao, and then he I took a piece and ate it while looking through other contents in the magazine to see if there was anything worth paying attention to.
Unfortunately, until he finished breakfast, he didn't find anything interesting. They either introduced capitalists or advocated some emerging industries, which was not very interesting.
After breakfast, Cen Hao called the guest room housekeeper to pack away his things. He then found Chu Heng who had finished reading the magazine with a cigarette in his mouth and asked: "What are the plans for today? Master Chu." Just take a stroll." He made an appointment with Ben Shaming to visit at noon tomorrow, so he can move around freely today.
"Then I'll go find someone and ask them what's fun?" Cen Hao's eyes lit up and he asked eagerly.
"No need, let's take a break first, I will take you shopping later." Chu Heng glanced at this guy, he can guarantee that this guy will definitely take him to the red and other areas.
"Okay." Cen Hao, whose thoughts were guessed, turned back to his room in disappointment.
Then Chu Heng casually flipped through some other magazines and newspapers that he could understand. At about nine o'clock, the sun had risen a little and the temperature had warmed a lot, so he notified the hotel to prepare a car. , and Cen Hao changed into simpler clothes, and went out.
Like other foreigners who came here for the first time, he did not take Cen Hao to visit Notre Dame or the Seine River. Instead, he went directly to the Saint-Dogan Flea Market, known as the world's largest flea market, with a clear purpose.
The market is located in the 18th arrondissement in the north of Paris. It is also where Parisians often talk about the Arabs who live there, referred to as the Arab Quarter.
The car started from the hotel and stopped and stopped all the way. It took nearly an hour to get them to the place.
Chu Heng glanced at the noisy and huge market through the window, casually took out fifty francs and handed it to the driver: "We may have to go shopping for a while, you can find a place to have a cup of coffee, sir."
At this time, the franc had depreciated many times, and fifty yuan It was almost equivalent to seven or eight US dollars, which was quite a lot. The driver took the money in surprise, and then, for the sake of the money, he kindly reminded you: "First of all, I want to thank you, generous sir. In addition, I need to remind you that... Here, be sure to keep an eye on your wallet.”
"Thank you, I will take good care of it." Chu Heng smiled slightly, signaled to Cen Hao and got out of the car.
Standing at the entrance of the market, you are greeted by stalls, leather goods shops and clothing stores lined up under colorful nylon awnings. Many Arab shopkeepers stand in front of their shops and shout loudly. .
“Come and take a look, here are the most fashionable clothes.”
“Want antique furniture? Medieval antique furniture is very rare.”
"The tableware from the poor Duke's family needs an owner."
Chu Heng stood at the door and glanced at it, then handed Cen Hao five hundred francs: "We split up and went shopping by ourselves, and then we met back in the car."
Under the gaze of greedy eyes. Next, Cen Hao casually stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and asked with some worry: "Can you do it by yourself? I I took a quick look and saw a dozen Buddhas. This place is a bit messy. "
"Just be careful. Remember to run away in the car if something happens. The hotel can handle it. Let's go. Yes." After Chu Heng warned him again, he quickly walked into the market and quickly disappeared into the noisy crowd.
Having been here several times in his previous life, he simply chose to ignore the enthusiastic shopkeepers and vendors, and just looked around in front of the shops and stalls.
After walking three to four hundred meters and driving away two or three thieves who wanted to reach into his pocket, Chu Heng stopped and picked up a vase and looked at it carefully.
This vase is new, a Chinese foreign exchange-earning craft. The shape and glaze color are very similar to the garlic vase in the hotel room.
"How much."