Chen Wen intuitively felt that Zhang Ziqiang must be full of demands, but this person didn't mention a word, only talked about the customs and customs of various parts of France.

After living two lives, Chen Wen did not have many opportunities to deal with officials, he lived as a rotten boy in his previous life, and the biggest cadre he came into contact with in this life was Uncle Ji, the section chief of the Railway Bureau, who treated him like a son.

Wei Zheng of the train anti-pickpocketing team used to be the section chief of the Forestry Bureau, but the old guy has been suspended without pay, and now he is going to the sea to do business, and he has no official spirit.

A few days ago, Chen Wen heard his mother say on the phone that his father was declared for promotion not long ago because of meritorious service, and it will officially take effect after the New Year next year, but Chen Wen really has never had the opportunity to understand his father's historical development and political future.

In Chen Wen's impression, his memory of his father stayed in his previous life in 1990, when his father had been at the level of Zhengke for many years, and was promoted to deputy department because he went abroad to participate in construction.

Dad has always had a serious attitude in front of Chen Wen. In the past, Chen Wen was too young, a little kid in junior high school, and he didn't think about caring about his father's career in the past.

Thinking that he was about to meet President Yuan of the Bank of China's Paris branch in a while, Chen Wen became curious.

When he had a question, Chen Wen immediately asked: "Manager Zhang, I have a question I want to ask you." ”

Zhang Ziqiang immediately said: "Mr. Chen doesn't need to be so polite, you and I are friends, if you have something to say, you can just say it." ”

Chen Wen asked: "I want to ask you, I will meet President Yuan for dinner, what is his rank and what age?"

Zhang Ziqiang said with a smile: "Our Yuan Xing's eldest name Yuan Jianguo, a 49-year-old person, is the same age as the Republic, and now he is at the level of deputy director. ”

Chen Wen thought to himself: The deputy department is half a level lower than my father, two years younger, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Yuan Jianguo was born in 49 years and is 43 years old this year, Chen Wen is still two months away from living to be 47 years old, in his eyes, this Yuan Jianguo is a "little brother".

In this life, people in their 40s, Chen Wen only scares about his own father, and others, no matter what kind of financial resources and status, he has no psychological pressure.

Zhang Ziqiang also introduced himself by the way, 37 years old, Zhengke. Chen Wen thought about it, and was the same year as Teacher Ma.

Idle chat, time flies.

Chen Wen took Zhang Ziqiang's desk telephone, made a call to the shared house, and told Masako Nakamura that he was not at home for dinner.

Yazi told Chen Wen that the Xie sisters were much better and didn't cry anymore when they got home from school in the afternoon.

Chen Wen hung up the phone, thinking in his heart, he had dinner with President Yuan and Zhang Ziqiang, and he had a relationship with Lala, and went home after dinner to have a showdown with the Xie sisters, maybe he could sleep in the twins' room tonight.

At 5 o'clock, the Bank of China branch got off work.

The Paris branch has a car, but Fanzhi does not have a car.

There are a total of 5 employees, 2 men and 3 women, plus a temporary French local as a security guard.

Zhang Ziqiang instructed the other 1 man and 2 women to take the bus back to the apartment. He and Zhu Jie followed Chen Wen into the sedan.

Simeone drove, Zhang Ziqiang showed the way, the car left Versailles, and drove east to Paris. Bypassing Little Paris, we came to a block in the north of the city.

Chen Wen couldn't figure out how many provinces this was, and the surrounding street scene was even more barren than Versailles.

Arrive at your destination.

Chen Wen's eyes lit up, a restaurant with quite a characteristic.

Near the crossroads of the block, there is a three-story house. The first floor is a frame structure, and the surrounding walls are fully transparent glass, and the layout inside is a Western-style scene, with a toasting stove, a barbecue rack, and a large barrel for beer, which is very different from the French style that Chen Wen is familiar with.

On the exterior walls of the second and third floors, there are two different signs of the restaurant, which are actually two different signs in Chinese and French.

The sign in French is a certain barbecue restaurant, and the Chinese sign reads "Golden Port Wharf" in traditional Chinese.

Both signs are neon designed, blue in French and red in Chinese. At the end of November, it gets dark early, and it's almost 6 o'clock, and the neon signs flicker in the evening night, which is very beautiful, and makes people feel that the area is not so desolate anymore.

Zhang Ziqiang obviously did not come back here for the first time, and led Chen Wen and the others to the restaurant, not entering the transparent wall Western barbecue restaurant on the first floor, but walking to a staircase on the side of the house.

"Come, Mr. Chen, please come here!"

"Okay, together!"

The four of them walked up the stairs, and Chen Wen's feet felt the structure of pure steel, and there was a clattering sound when he stepped on it.

Follow the outdoor staircase up to the second floor and walk in through the main door at the top of the staircase.

"Welcome!" a female voice with a Hong Kong accent Chinese came from the counter.

"Boss, I'm from Bank of China, where is the room we booked?" Zhang Ziqiang greeted the woman who was talking at the counter.

Chen Wen glanced at it, the woman was about forty years old, with a slightly fat figure, wearing a long-sleeved cotton cheongsam.

The proprietress smiled and agreed: "Oh, it turns out to be Boss Zhang, go over the side (this way)!"

Chen Wen used Yangcheng as his base camp in his previous life, plus many cities in Guangdong Province, and lived in southern Guangdong for more than 20 years.

However, Chen Wen is not in a hurry to speak, and his language skills do not need to be shown. For the time being, pretend that you don't know Cantonese, or else you have to explain why you are proficient in this dialect

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Passing through the counter, the four of them followed the proprietress into a corridor that was not too long. Chen Wen found that there was no dine-in on the entire second floor, a corridor in the shape of a number 7, and seven room doors on both sides.

Got it, upstairs, this Hong Kong-style restaurant has private rooms.

After coming to France for three months and visiting many European countries, Chen Wen finally met the private room catering he was familiar with today. A sense of intimacy about returning to China involuntarily flooded from the bottom of my heart.

The proprietress pushed open a door at the end of the corridor, Zhang Ziqiang guarded the door frame, supported Chen Wen's shoulder, and sent him into the private room.

"Mr. Chen, this is our President Yuan!"

"Mr. Chen, look up for a long time, welcome!"

"Hello President Yuan!"

Facing the other party's welcoming hands, Chen Wen also responded with both hands and shook hands with President Yuan.

"Mr. Chen is young and promising!Come, please take a seat!" President Yuan grabbed Chen Wen's hand and led him to his seat.

Zhang Ziqiang and Zhu Jie sat down cautiously after Yuan Jianguo and Chen Wen sat down.

Simeone didn't intend to enter the house, he stood guard at the door.

Yuan Jianguo asked Chen Wen: "This international friend is Mr. Chen, your friend?"

Chen Wen said: "My driver, Italian, he doesn't know Chinese. ”

Yuan Jianguo instructed Zhang Ziqiang to call Simone in to eat together.

The private room is about 15 square meters, with a round table, surrounded by 8 chairs, and several large photos of Hong Kong Island scenery hanging on the wall, which looks very Chinese fashion in the 90s.

The dishes were quickly delivered, half of them were the signature dishes of the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, and half of them were French-style barbecues and salads.

Yuan Jianguo is very talkative, and he is very easy-going, with a little majesty and most of the humor.

"There are only two restaurants in Paris that have private rooms, one here and the other in a Michelin-starred venue," he said. Today's meal is a personal treat out of my own pocket, but I don't dare to eat and drink at public expense, so I can only invite Mr. Chen to eat so shabby, don't think I'm stingy!"

Chen Wen knows that the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant in the early 90s was not the concept of a bad street like the 21st century for mainlanders, and this kind of restaurant is still one of the synonyms of fashion.

Chen Wen responded with a smile: "President Yuan is too polite, Hong Kong Island cuisine leads the Chinese food fashion." It has been nearly half a year since I came to France to study, and today is the first time I have eaten Hong Kong flavor. ”

The polite words on the scene, of course, carried a lot of fake things. It is definitely not the first time that Chen Wen has eaten Hong Kong food in Europe today, he has already eaten it several times at the He Gambling King Casino in Portugal.