Joss was holding his notebook and browsing through information about coffee beans.

She has opened a new café called "A-Young." ”

A is a, Young is the same as "sheep", which means young, meaning homonym, a sheep.

The girl thought that this café was quite interesting, and part of the layout was also according to the café in Luzhou, and she had slightly changed the position of the booth by the window.

The glass in Luzhou can be seen at a glance inside the museum, and she pasted words on the glass here.

This is a small language, which was taught to her by Ho Bangwei, but she has never been told which country's language it is.

Joss regretted that she couldn't find someone to communicate in this little language she had learned, and she wrote the words "Hello, welcome" in the language on the glass.

The language and words look like drawing symbols, which has a different kind of beauty.

With it, Joss also attracts some curious Parisian tourists.

She is now worried about the supply of coffee beans here in Paris.

The "A-Young-Cafe" is located on the border of the 13th and 5th arrondissements of Paris.

I chose this place because District 13 is a Chinese area, and relying on it allows me and my mother to see our compatriots from time to time, and if there is something to do, you can take care of it; But the Chinese Quarter is a little noisy, and the nearby fifth arrondissement is the Latin Quarter, with the famous Sorbonne University and the Institut de France, the top cultural, artistic and academic areas in Paris.

Joss has observed that there are also quite a few open-air cafes in the Latin Quarter, which are very distinctive and can bring a considerable amount of customer traffic to their cafés.

After browsing an information website similar to the 58.com in China, Joss still couldn't find a supplier of coffee beans.

The merchant that had been negotiated for two months to supply herself suddenly went out of business, which caught the girl off guard. I can only look for it again in a hurry.

Joss reluctantly closed his notebook, thinking that it was better to go to Chinatown to have a look, where everything is available, and he will definitely find someone who supplies coffee beans, but whether the quality can be guaranteed is a problem.

A small bicycle was pushed out of the café, and the girl rode it to Chinatown.

Actually, it's not that far away. But she feels more like riding a bicycle.

Before, domestic motorcycles couldn't be transported, and before she bought a motorcycle in Paris, she had to make do with this pink bicycle first.

Well, I'm used to riding motorcycles, and it's really fun to ride this pink cutie all of a sudden...... The girl thought so.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chinatown is full of pedestrians.

Today's 23-degree weather in Paris, Joss wore a white long-sleeved T-shirt and shuttled through the crowd.

Suddenly. She saw a familiar back.

The girl sped up her bike and almost ran into a black guy.

"Oops." Joss rode up to the figure and greeted, "Smith, how are you?" Why did it suddenly go out of business? ”

A middle-aged white man with a haggard face looked at it and shouted, seeing that it was a newly developed customer of his previous time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The problem of funds." ”

"Can you recommend a peer? My café needs to be continuously supplied. The girl motioned for Smith to step aside, and the two stood in the middle of the road blocking pedestrians.

After chatting for a while, Qiao thought about asking some detailed questions. She looked before and after, and there was a lion dance in front of her. It's a little quieter in the back.

The girl pointed in the direction behind her and invited Smith, "Mr. Smith, would you like a café owner who needs help asking you for a cup of coffee?" ”

Smith, a middle-aged white man, shook his empty pocket and smiled: "If it's a beautiful girl who pays, then I'm glad to do it." ”

The two talked as they walked. Head to the street behind Chinatown.

……

Ho Bangwei found the Citadines Place d'Italie in Paris, set up his belongings, and was ready to explore the city.

Shopping, of course, starts with the closest, anyway, it's a place I've never been.

Chinatown in Paris. Known as the Chowassy Triangle or Little Asia, on the southeast side of District 13, the inhabitants here mostly speak Cantonese, Vietnamese, and Khmer.

He Bangwei walked aimlessly in the direction of the tourist, listening to the familiar and unfamiliar language, and finally noticed the difference in a foreign country.

There are many traditional Chinese characters that cannot be seen in China, and there is Cantonese as only a regional language, which has a strong traditional flavor that is better than that of China - at least better than Luzhou, such as the archway ancestral hall, such as the pharmacy martial arts hall, such as the lion dance in front of you.

Stopping at the door of the martial arts hall with great interest, He Bangwei watched several lion dancers sometimes mighty and brave, sometimes flexible and agile, sometimes playful and joyful.

With some meaning, he looked at the martial arts hall, called "Wing Chun Boxing Hall", and several middle-aged people in practice uniforms were standing at the door of the martial arts hall looking at the lion dance with a smile.

It turned out that it was the opening event of a martial arts hall, and the lion dance was attracting popularity.

Wing Chun? I seem to have heard of this name, but I don't know how it compares to Xingyi? He Bangwei unconsciously compared it with the Xingyi Quan he was most familiar with.

He often went to Sun Zhiqing's Xingyi Martial Arts Hall a few days ago, and saw a lot of Xingyi Quan moves, and occasionally felt that there were some good things in it that were worth thinking about.

After watching it again, He Bangwei was full of curiosity and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a commotion.

"Ruan Xingtian, you still dare to open a martial arts hall here?" A neutral voice shouted.

He Bangwei had already turned to leave, but when he heard this voice, he felt a little familiar, and he couldn't help but look back.

This...... Isn't that the old man?

He was a little dumbfounded, and the group of several people was led by the old gentleman who had come to Paris with him on a plane.

The old man was now dressed in black, with big sunglasses, and was holding a thick cigar but not lighting it, and the people around him were all people who looked at the Yongchun Boxing Gym with fierce looks.

It is the nature of Chinese people to watch the excitement, and the lion dance activity was stopped, and there were more people around.

He Bangwei turned around, and with a slight force, he squeezed to the front of the crowd.

He confirmed that the man in black with a cigar in his mouth was the chattering old man.

This style of painting has changed too quickly, right...... He Bangwei was speechless, this is the Black Society? Collecting protection money?

I saw that the two groups of people didn't talk much before they really started to move.

There were more and more people watching the excitement, and He Bangwei stood on tiptoe and looked around.

How? What about the police? Isn't this a harmonious society?

In broad daylight, this is a fight?

The scene was a bit chaotic, and the people watching the excitement expanded outward, leaving enough space.

The people in practice clothes standing in front of the martial arts hall had a bad face, and after the meeting, the scene was still chaotic, and a strong man finally couldn't help it, and shouted: "Stop me!" ”

As soon as he put on a posture and entered the crowd, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, the entangled people were opened one after another, and he went straight to the old man in black.

The old man was full of posture, but his subordinates were actually vulnerable, and seeing that he was entangled, the old man was pushed out by his subordinates to avoid the strong man.

In a hurry, the old man in black stumbled out.

A man quickly helped the old man.

"See you again." He Bangwei said hello and pulled out the cigar that the old man was still holding in his mouth, how did he feel disobedient.

You said you don't smoke, what do you keep holding in your mouth...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you No. 1 for sitting at home, Death Xiuxian, and Technician Spa 1 for your tips ^_^.