The next day, Walter and his team took the train to Frankfurt, Germany's industrial manufacturing center, where there were at least three or more targets for Zhang Heng: Lulai and Volenda, as well as two or three precision instrument and motor factories.

Or the last time Brother Xianglin secretly photographed the incident, Zhang Heng accidentally found the names of the first two from his camera, Zhao Yazhi mentioned it in passing, and afterwards he quickly got very detailed information through Andrew's office.

Lulai is a camera manufacturer with a history of more than 70 years, and in recent years, it has been overwhelmed by the Japanese Ricoh and Nikon, and it has been discontinued this year.

And Fulenda is a veteran optical manufacturer, which has also been defeated by Zeiss in the same country, and has recently planned to sell himself.

But there are also three catties of nails in the broken ship, and what Zhang Heng likes the most is the technicians and skills they have accumulated for more than 100 years, especially the manual craftsmen passed down from generation to generation in the family.

On the blueprint of his lithography machine, the building block of the light source, Daheng has negotiated with the American LP, and is about to complete the acquisition, the optical lens, the two old German manufacturers can make up for it, as for the high-precision stepper motor, the preliminary selection of Frankfurt is also a lot of targets, I hope that there will always be a good acquisition conditions can be agreed.

In this way, at least in the seventies, Zhang Heng did not worry about the lithography machine.

And with the continuous progress of the integrated circuit manufacturing process, he believes that with the continuous practice and cooperation of his own wafer factory, this upcoming lithography machine factory will definitely progress faster than GCA, which is pure manufacturing and does not involve the operation of the wafer factory, and it will be his turn to acquire GCA, which is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Walt set off, Zhang Heng and his gang had nothing to do for the time being, and it was extremely boring to stay in the hotel, so he took them out shopping.

Paris, the capital of romance, on the left bank of the Seine, is the heart of romance.

Seven or eight Chinese came out of the Maurice Hotel and walked along a stone staircase by the Seine in the direction of the Louvre.

The roadside is a low, stone-walled building, mottled with moss, and the old wooden doors, mostly closed, with rusty copper knockers, making one wonder if it would be the Lady of the Camellias or Quasimodo who would knock on the door.

Occasionally, there was a room with an open door, and there must have been a shabby wooden sign hanging at the door, a coffee shop, a flower shop, a bookstore, a record store, and a few people also saw a tailor shop that made traditional aristocratic dresses, and when they looked through the window pane, the shopkeeper wearing reading glasses was buried in the sewing machine, and his hair was gray, as old as his house.

On the stone steps in front of these houses, there are vendors selling old posters, postcards, letters, fresh lilies, and a slightly worn woolen hat, selling their musical talents.

Zhang Heng stopped and casually threw down a five-franc banknote, but the owner of the top hat nodded very seriously, straightened his posture, the melodious music of the violin sounded, and a large field of white doves flew in the middle of the river in the distance.

It is said that it is the famous Notre Dame Cathedral, not far behind the Louvre where they are going.

Walking out of this medieval alley and across a steel bridge across the Seine, a large brown and yellow Gothic building appears on the right bank of the Seine, in front of which is a large square paved with square tiles, and countless pigeons walk carelessly among the crowds of people in the square.

Well, Lao Bei's glass pyramid is not yet there.

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses.

The Louvre is free for art majors, and for young people at certain times, but for the most part, there is a fee.

"Go in and have a look, there's a lot of good stuff here, it's worth seeing, I'll sit at the fountain for a while. At the ticket office, Zhang Heng asked Lin Liang to be in charge of buying tickets and taking the team members in, and he didn't want to go anymore.

Seeing the lost cultural relics of the motherland being displayed here in a grand manner again, he couldn't stand it, once it was a commemoration and memorial, and the second time it was exempted.

Under his orders, everyone in the team bought tickets and went in, only Chen Zhenning followed him to the fountain without a single step.

"Zhenning, it's rare to come to France, you go and have a good time, I'll just sit still, there are mounted police in the square, it's very safe." Zhang Heng persuaded that he couldn't say that he had already wandered in another time and space.

"Boss, I'm not interested in this kind of artistic stuff, I don't understand it and I don't want to read it. Chen Zhenning smiled.

He said as if it was the truth, Zhang Heng shook his head with a wry smile, and swayed towards the big fountain in the center of the square.

This is the central location, and the vendors will not let go, selling popcorn, ice cream, balloons, flowers, and artistic talents, playing the violin and cello, playing the saxophone and trumpet, performing street magic and playing clowns, and leading the Aries to pull a cart and take the children around.

It is lively and lively, rubbing shoulders, smiling, and happy.

In the absence of war, no matter how bad the economy is, people can always find a way to make their lives a little happier, which is the resilience and beauty of human beings, and the reason why we can finally stand on the top of this small planet.

Zhang Heng shuttled through the crowd, listening to all kinds of sounds, but it was not interesting, but Chen Zhenning was tired, and kept looking left and right, for fear that an attacker would come out there.

Since the last candid shooting incident, Chen Yumei has warned her younger brother several times, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a Hehongtu Club in Xiangjiang to be in charge of the periphery, Xia Di and the others would have increased Zhang Heng's security force a long time ago.

Rounding a pickup truck selling hot dog ice cream, the two men were close to the fountain, then stopped at the same time, staring blankly ahead.

A blonde woman sits on a stone fence by the fountain pool, with a drawing board in front of her and a brush in her hand, constantly tracing the Louvre opposite.

The crowd kept coming and going from her, and from time to time there were doves circling over her head, and she didn't even notice it, and occasionally a light breeze blew her long hair, and she raised her left hand to brush her mischievous long hair behind her ear, her eyes just wandered between the drawing board and reality, and her right hand couldn't stop at all.

"Boss!" Chen Zhenning exclaimed excitedly.

"Shhhhh

Chen Zhenning stood far away, full of joy, and suddenly felt that the dense crowd here was no longer so terrifying, and everyone was smiling, it must be a good person.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman put down the brush, stretched, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

At this moment, she seemed to sense that someone was watching on her side, and turned her face to look at it with a smile, and the smile immediately froze on her surprised face.

"Dear Lady Catherine, have you found God's sign?" Zhang Heng smiled and bent down, took her hand that was still with paint, and kissed her on the forehead without hesitation.

"Xiao Heng, why are you here?" Catherine exclaimed, trying to push away his aggressive hug, "Don't, don't, I still have paint on me, it will stain your clothes." ”

"Then we'll take off our clothes. Zhang Heng's lips moved down, brushing over her beating eyelids, and the high bridge of her nose fell on her rosy lips.

"Woo, woo"

Pedestrians walked past the two of them, some smiled, some applauded, some children laughed and ran around them, Chen Zhenning stood among the pigeons flying in the sky, laughing non-stop.