"Sir, are you really going to Chisuo Avenue?" the driver did not drive immediately, but confirmed his destination to Jiang Ping.

If Jiang Ping spoke half-baked French, the driver would definitely think he was wrong. However, Jiang Ping's accent sounded like a local, so the driver couldn't be sure, so he could only ask more.

"That's right, Chiso Avenue in the 11th arrondissement. Jiang Ping nodded at the driver, then added with a smile: "A friend of mine lives there. ”

The driver showed a suddenly realized expression, nodded to Jiang Ping, and then started the car.

Jiang Ping understood why the driver was so surprised when he heard that he was going to Chiso Avenue. In fact, the 11th arrondissement was originally a less safe district in Paris, where there were many pickpockets and gangsters, and these people were not as bad as small evils. There are a lot of fights and petty thefts, and if there are single tourists from other places, this group of people does not mind making a cameo appearance as a robber and forcing the other party to hand over all their belongings.

And in the 11th arrondissement, Chisso Avenue is arguably the least safe place. Even the locals may encounter danger there, let alone Jiang Ping, who looks like an Oriental, so the driver was so surprised just now.

The 11th arrondissement is almost half of the city of Paris from where Jiang Ping lives, and the taxi drove for nearly an hour to reach his destination. When Jiang Ping paid and got out of the car, the taxi driver immediately kicked the accelerator and drove away, giving people the feeling of starting a racing car.

Seeing that the taxi disappeared as soon as it slipped away, Jiang Ping couldn't help but secretly feel funny. It seems that the reputation of Chisuo Avenue in District 11 is really stinky, and even taxi drivers dare not stay here for long.

In fact, the so-called Chisuo Avenue is just a road that is not wide. The buildings on both sides are also very dilapidated. At first glance, it looks like it is in disrepair. The walls of some houses have been painted with various graffiti. Some of them are pretty good. But more often than not, it's completely abstract, and I'm afraid even the graffiti artist himself doesn't know what it's about.

Some strangely dressed guys, with thick metal chains around their necks, and all sorts of exaggerated jewelry, stood on the side of the street and didn't know what they were talking about. However, Jiang Ping was sure that they did not speak French, and judging by the appearance of these people, it was clear that they were foreign immigrants.

Many Parisians say that the reason why Paris is not safe and secure. They were all victimized by these foreign immigrants. Jiang Ping has not investigated this, and of course it is difficult to express his opinion.

However, Jiang Ping didn't know how the other foreign immigrants were, but at least he knew that the few people he saw at the moment were definitely not good people. As soon as Jiang Ping got out of the car, these guys were staring at him, and two of them looked even more eager to try, and it seemed that they wanted to make a small fortune on Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping didn't take a second look at the group, and soon walked to the other end of Chisuo Avenue. He knew the best way to deal with them, and that was to try not to provoke them. It's a bunch of over-energetic guys who have nowhere to vent, and if you mess with them, they'll pounce like mad dogs. It will only add to the trouble for yourself.

Of course, Jiang Ping wasn't afraid of these little gangsters, he just didn't want to get into trouble. He wasn't here to see the Chesso Drive. Instead, you have to buy two other medieval pigments.

Although the Avenue de Chiso is known for its poor security in Paris, there are several characteristic markets on this street. If you trust your vision and have the ability to protect yourself, you are likely to have a windfall in these markets, and you will often be able to buy some good things of good quality, but very cheap.

Of course, to buy these things, you have to have a strong enough heart. If the police come to your door one day and say that you bought stolen goods, or if you come home and find blood stains on your cheap jewelry, you must be able to withstand the blow.

Jiang Ping had little interest in similar markets, and was looking for a market called "Victor". There is something special about this bazaar, and it sells a lot of strange things. Ordinary tourists and even locals in District 11 don't know that there is such a place, and only the most special guests come here to shop for something.

The gang obviously didn't want to let go of Jiang Ping's "prey", so they immediately quickened their pace to follow. However, they did not follow Jiang Ping for long, and after seeing him turn into an inconspicuous alley, they all stopped, and soon dispersed unwillingly.

This alley is home to the Victor's Bazaar, and the people in it are not something that these street thugs can afford to mess with. Although the gangsters were not sure whether Jiang Ping had just walked in by accident or had come here specifically, they still didn't dare to take the risk, so they could only give up this prey that seemed to be almost in their hands.

Unlike the usual bazaars, the Victor's Bazaar is neither bustling with crowds, nor hawkers, nor is there a constant stream of stalls.

On both sides of the market are a number of side-by-side shops, each of which is not very large, but there are many items on display that ordinary people don't even recognize. Behind the equally small counter, there is often a boss with a blank face. Whenever someone passes by outside the store, they stare at each other. That gloomy look was enough to scare some ordinary people, let alone dare to enter the store to take a look.

Of course, such a look did not have any effect on Jiang Ping. He wandered unhurriedly through the bazaar, casually surveying the shops on either side as if nothing had happened. Just as he was about to reach the other end of the market, Jiang Ping stopped outside a shop.

Looking at the familiar appearance of this shop, the corners of Jiang Ping's mouth also hooked up a smile. The shop specializes in all kinds of art-related goods, such as ancient paints that are hard to come by, medieval canvases that can be used to create real paintings, and paintbrushes that are made exactly according to ancient methods.

Jiang Ping often visited this shop in his previous life, bought a lot of materials for forged art here, and also had a good relationship with the shopkeeper. Although this was the first time in this life, and it was several years earlier than in the previous life, this shop still looked the same, which made Jiang Ping feel like he had traveled through time and space and returned to his previous life.

After not standing outside the store for a long time, Jiang Ping pushed the door and entered. The owner of this shop is called Hao Suo, and he now looks much younger than when Jiang Ping met him in his previous life.

Although there were guests who came to the door, Hao Chau did not show any joy. He even just glanced at Jiang Ping, and then continued to lower his head to read the book in his hand, without the intention of greeting guests at all.

Hao Sue's reaction was completely expected by Jiang Ping, this is a stubborn old man, and he has never been particularly enthusiastic about anyone. Not to mention that Jiang Ping is just a stranger now, even if the French president comes, Hao Chau has this attitude.

Unimpressed by Hao Sue's indifference, Jiang Ping went straight to the counter, picked up an old-fashioned dipping pen on the counter, and wrote a few words on a piece of sticky paper with dark lines. Then he pushed the note paper in front of Hao Sue, and gently tapped his hand to indicate that the other party would take a look.

Hao Sue glanced at Jiang Ping impatiently, and seemed very dissatisfied with him for disturbing his reading. But when his eyes fell on the beautiful flowery words on the note, his face immediately improved. Hao Chau is very obsessed with traditional culture, and Jiang Ping's handwriting is very beautiful, which is enough to make him have a good impression of this young Asian man.

However, when Hao Sue saw what Jiang Ping had written, he immediately took a closer look at Jiang Ping, and his face became solemn.

What Jiang Ping wrote on the sticky note paper was the name of the two pigments. This pigment used in the Middle Ages is no longer known to many people today when chemical pigments are prevalent. Even art students don't know the meaning of these words. However, Hao Chau witnessed a young Asian man write the names of these two pigments at random, which naturally shocked him.

Hao Sue looked at those words carefully, and after confirming that Jiang Ping had not misspelled them at all, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes. However, he still pushed the note back in front of Jiang Ping, shook his head lightly and said, "Sorry, I don't have the goods here!"

Hearing Hao Sue's words, Jiang Ping smiled instead. Jiang Ping knew Hao Chau's temper very well, and knew that since he only had to speak to the guests, it meant that he was very interested in the deal. Even if there is no goods in his hand for the time being, Hao Sue will get things through his channels.

So Jiang Ping immediately pushed the note back again, and said to Hao Su with a smile: "It's okay, I can wait." ”

Jiang Ping's reaction was also unexpected, he looked at the young Asian man carefully, and then gestured: "Pay 60,000 euros first, and wait at least a month and a half, and I'll think of a way for you." ”

Speaking of this, Hao Sue paused, and then added lightly: "If you don't get the things, I will refund you half of the money." ”

If you change to someone who doesn't know Hao Sue, you will definitely turn around and leave at this time. If you don't see anything, you have to pay 60,000 euros, and even if you can't buy it, you will only return half of the price, which is too harsh.

However, Jiang Ping knew in his heart that Hao Su was a very trustworthy person. Now that he's going to collect the money, there's a ninety percent chance that the deal will be successful. So Jiang Ping didn't hesitate at all, and immediately opened his backpack, took out several stacks of euros from it and put them on the counter.

Because many of the things sold at the Victor's Bazaar are not visible, another rule here is to settle in cash. Of course, Jiang Ping was very aware of this, so he brought a lot of cash with him when he went out, and now it really came in handy.

It's just that Jiang Ping, who had his back to the outside, didn't see that when he was taking the money outside, one of the gangsters who followed him before happened to pass outside Hao Sue's shop. After seeing Jiang Ping take out so much money from his bag, this guy's eyes also lit up, and his face was full of greed. (To be continued......)