Lin Sansi has a soft spot for the painting "Napoleon Crossing the Alps on the St. Bernard Pass", and he doesn't have the idea to say that with the skills he learned in the celestial live broadcast room, he will try his best to take this painting as his own, such a hand-me-down work is a treasure of mankind, and Lin Sansi does not want to become this sinner.

The next day, the two of them were urged by curiosity to go to Brussels and saw the most exquisite buildings and museums in Europe.

After a forty-minute drive from the center of Brussels, Lin Sansi was led by a driver to a remote suburb of Brussels.

In his later years, Jacques Louis David lived in a slum, which was certainly not comparable to the city center, but there was a certain gap with some of the surrounding houses. Around the narrow road, white garbage was scattered everywhere, and the blue garbage cans were completely black, and the piles of garbage overflowed from them. There were also countless flies whirling above, curling up bursts of foul odor that was disgusting.

There were dilapidated old tricycles on the narrow road, and occasionally one or two cars that Lin Sansi didn't recognize passed by, and the exhaust was spewing puffs of smoke, which made people subconsciously roll up their sleeves and cover their mouths and noses.

The surrounding residents are also more chaotic, there are more blacks, and sometimes they will see one or two yellow-skinned pedestrians passing, and after walking for about ten minutes, Lin Sansi did not see a single white person, and some just sat in a luxury car and passed by, disdainful to look at this place.

Not only that, some of the more lively places, in addition to the local characteristics, are some land scoundrels fighting with everyone, and it is not easy to start, if there is no brother three-legged cat kung fu i, Lin Sansi is afraid to come here.

Before coming here, Lin Sansi had prepared for his work, but what he didn't expect was that this place was so bad that people wanted to escape from this place. Stay away from this land of right and wrong. After wandering around the slums for an hour, Lin Sansi and Stephen finally found the place where the great painter lived in his old age.

"Brother Sansi, you've been walking for so long, this is the place you're looking for?" Seeing the place where the garbage was piled up everywhere, Stephen also wondered, "Did your ex-girlfriend fall here?"

"You were kicked in the head by a donkey!" Lin Sansi scolded with a smile.

Bad surroundings, if it weren't for joking with Stephen and looking for it, the two would have given up a long time ago. Along the other side of the garbage can, Lin Sansi saw a private house built with asbestos tiles.

Taking a sip of the drink in his hand, Lin Sansi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go, it should be here!"

After speaking, Lin Sansi walked towards the private house with steps, and before he could get closer, Lin Sansi was about to feel the feeling that the hair on his body was about to stand up, and he was particularly panicked.

There was a commotion from inside, and although Lin Sansi couldn't understand French, he could also tell the discord of the voices in the house.

Bang bang......

There was a knock at the door, "Is Mr. Jacques Brutz there?" called Stephen politely in English.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an instant silence inside, followed by a roar, and you can imagine how dissatisfied the people inside were.

Stephen shouted into the room, "Is Mr. Jacques Brutz there?"

After a while, the humble door was opened, and a middle-aged man in beach pants walked out, looking at Lin Sansi and Stephen impatiently, "I don't know ......"

After speaking, the man in the beach pants didn't say anything, and slammed the door directly. There is the meaning of breaking the door.

"Translate quickly!"

"He said we were looking for the wrong thing, there is no such person as Jacques Brutz here!"

After eating another closed-door soup, Lin Sansi felt a little full. In addition to this resident, Lin Sansi, who was still not giving up, asked a few more families, but the result was the same, there was no such person as Jacques Brutz at all.

Unable to find any clues at all, Lin Sansi and Stephen can only leave the slum in embarrassment.

Brussels tourism is good, Lin Sansi wanted to stay in Brussels for a few more days, but after seeing the local specialties and the beauties on the long street, he really couldn't raise that interest. After taking a few photos with Stephen in the form of a tour, they quickly returned to the romantic capital of Paris.

The two traveled all the way to Brussels, the capital of Belgium, but found nothing.

By the time the two returned to Paris, it was already dark.

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The next morning, Lin Sansi and Stephen got up early, and it was rare to come back to Paris, and today he wanted the brothers in the live broadcast room to also feel what it means to be exotic.

Must be broadcast live!

"Let's go, this doesn't taste good, let's go to the next one!" Lin Sansi wiped his mouth with a napkin, Lin Sansi threw a few euros on the table and turned around to leave.

"Don't think about it, Brother Sansi, I'm dying, I really can't eat!" Stephen held his stomach and smiled bitterly, "Don't you talk about buying local specialties, how can you eat all the snacks in Paris! My stomach is going to explode!"

After the two set off in the early morning, Lin Sansi began to eat from house to house.

"Haha......" looked at Stephen's bitter picture, which caused fans in the live broadcast room to laugh.

"Brother Sansi, didn't you say that you went to the Golden Hall in Vienna? Why did you go to Paris with Stephen to watch beautiful women eat snacks?

"Did you see, since the last time we had breakfast, Brother Sansi and I swept all the way down and ate two streets. I really don't know if his stomach is iron?" Stephen said to Lin's live camera, "And I'll break the news with you, Brother Sansi is too perverted! Do you know why Brother Sansi came to Paris?"

"What are you doing? Are you participating in the Paris fashion show?" asked a fan in the live broadcast room.

"It shouldn't be, just Brother Sansi's usual dress, like selling bottles, and the hairstyle is still a cost-effective wash, cut and blow, how is it possible?"

There are a lot of romantic beauties in France, but when I think of the romance of the other party, Brother Sansi actually admits it, haha~" Stephen almost laughed out of his stomach, "I'll tell you, in fact, the purpose of Brother Sansi's visit this time is to see with his own eyes the real portrait of Napoleon, the ...... whose identity spans the Alps or something"

"Braggart !!"

No one in the live broadcast room believed that Lin Sansi had such leisure and elegance!

"Don't say it, the official website of Locke Media has announced that Brother San Si received an invitation from Vienna to go to the Golden Hall for a concert!"

"Actually, Brother San Si just went to see if the Vienna Golden Hall was really gilded...... Big viagra, shut up for me!" was originally a small invitation, but this matter was about to be magnified, and Lin Sansi was not easy to accept for a while.

How could it be possible to hold a concert at the Vienna Musikverein? If you can walk on the red carpet for dozens of seconds, the front page of the domestic headlines will already burst out.

"Okay, let's stop talking. Let's go, let's drink two bottles of wine to moisten my throat!" After the war in the live broadcast room stopped, Lin Sansi was about to leave.

"Isn't it, Brother Sansi? Eat and drink again? Woo woo~