The welcome banquet was held in a cheerful and lively atmosphere, and while tasting the food, Frost, who was excited, also sang a French opera for us live. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Frost held a small concert in the castle for our arrival that night. At the scene, Frost also introduced me to some French celebrities from all walks of life who were invited to participate in the concert that night, in the face of such tedious communication, soaked in the perfume air all day long, holding bright red wine, I was almost tired, I silently cursed Ouyang Jing and a few of them to the eighteenth generation of ancestors in my heart.

After the concert, I hurried to the room they had arranged for us. Exhausted, I hung a Do Not Disturb sign at the door, took a hasty shower, and began to wander into my bed.

At noon the next day, we were invited by Frost to attend the opening ceremony of the European Airshow, and this time we brought drones mainly for geological exploration and disaster relief. Ouyang Jing made a short speech at the opening ceremony of the air show on behalf of the OTWC, and the old Frost, who was not good at showing his head like me, sat in the chair behind him and talked in a low voice. At the opening ceremony, the world's aircraft giants have sent people to make short speeches on their respective products, in response to the theme of this year's conference 'caring for life, protecting nature'. Exhibitors from all over the world were willing to donate all the funds of their first aircraft sold to environmental groups, and after sitting in the VIP area for a full hour, we finally waited for the end of the opening ceremony.

The day after the opening ceremony, Frost arranged for us to visit the Arc de Triomphe located there at Charles de Gaulle. After that, we visited the Champs-Élysées opposite the Arc de Triomphe, and finally we visited the Louvre in front of us. In front of the statue of the goddess of victory in the Louvre, Frost told me with a solemn expression, "Chen, do you know? Many people think that the Louvre is great because it houses some of the best art in the world, but I don't agree with them. I think the greatness of the Louvre is that it has preserved these super-high art objects that have been left over for thousands of years, otherwise we would not even be able to see its wings in a few hundred years from now. Art knows no borders, and our short lives cannot have these works of art that transcend human rings. So when I die, I plan to donate all the works of art I have in my collection to the Louvre, which is already written in my will. After saying that, he glanced meaningfully at the goddess of victory in front of him.

Looking up at the statue of Victory carved in front of me, staring at its headless neck and flabby wings, my heart was deeply shaken. When a work of art is carved by the artist with all his life, it has actually been given a fresh life. It shakes the soul that constantly asks the heavens in the depths of people's hearts, and shows the ever-changing wonder of the Creator.

Impressed by the atmosphere, I couldn't help but say, "I appreciate that you have one of the largest private collections of art in the world." It's certainly a great place for your collection to end up here, and I think you can put those works on display right now. It's also a spiritual relief for you right now. I don't think people who appreciate art just want to own a piece of art. It is more important to preserve them intact than to possess them. After all, for art, it itself represents the crystallization of the wisdom and dreams of all mankind. Our life is limited, but for art, just like the goddess of victory in front of us, it has crossed the long river of history, and life is eternal. ”

Frost pondered for a moment when he heard me say this, and then he soon called in his lawyer and assistants. After a brief brief remonstrance, the men hurried away.

When the few of them had left, Frost smiled and said to me, "Chen, you are right, tomorrow when the sun rises and shines on the Louvre, the children will be able to see my treasures." You see what a wonderful decision it was, and it made my life instantly sublimated. With that, he turned around and faced the goddess of victory in front of him, reverently drew a cross on his chest and said, "Thank God, you and Mr. Chen have shown me the way." Amen. ”

Early the next morning, Ouyang Jing took Tang Zongli to go shopping on Haussmann Boulevard, and I was taken by old Fröstra to the Sacré-Coeur Cathedral on the bank of the Seine.

Looking at the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, which was as white as new in front of me, Old Frost pulled me inside, and told me about its history and legends. As a devout Christian, Frost finished praying inside. Then he looked at me and asked, "Chen, why do you think God created angels and heaven?" Why did He create the Devil and Hell when he created the angel and the heavens? ”

Maybe he wanted people to always have a grateful heart. Angels and demons are relative, and they are interchangeable to some extent. Who said that angels are angels, and sometimes angels become demons. I've heard that the devil is God's own brother. As for heaven and hell, they are actually the same in God's eyes. If you say it's heaven, it's heaven, and if you say it's hell, then heaven is hell in your eyes. If there really is any difference between the two, from my understanding, it is the confusion in the depths of the soul. Like the pharaohs for thousands of years, we are always exploring the mysteries of the universe and the eternal meaning of life. "Looking at the picture of Jesus' martyrdom in front of me, which is almost exactly the same as in the center of the castle pool, I said slowly as I looked at the rows of candlesticks.

"In the words of you Chinese, heroes come out of teenagers, and Mr. Chen is really a young hero, and his knowledge is different." Frost complimented me when he heard what I said.

"There must be a reason why you let Ouyang Jing and Tang Zongli go shopping on Ottoman Street, I heard that they pay for their shopping, and I also heard that the items on Osman Street are very expensive. Mr. Frost, I'm a person who doesn't like to go around in circles. Although you are a devout believer, here we can also talk about business in the presence of Jesus. Say, what is the purpose of asking me to come here alone? Looking at the candle flame, I continued.

"Now that Mr. Chen already knows my purpose, I will no longer hide it. Please, we still have a few old friends who would like to meet you. Believe me, this invitation is made entirely out of sincerity and respect for you. Of course, in front of God, this is also for the benefit of everyone. So saying, he asked me to go to the back of the main church.

The two of us, lit by candlelight, walked through two transept rooms and stopped in a richly decorated stone house. I saw Frost step forward, press his hand on the head of an angel on a huge oil painting, and then hold the candlestick next to him with his other hand and gently tilt it to the left. With the gentle twist of the candlestick, the huge oil painting in front of you automatically separates from the center to the sides. Behind the huge painting are two elegantly decorated doors, surrounded by gods and beasts, and the closed doors are even more mystical in the candlelight.

When Frost walked to the door, he gently placed his left hand on the iron cross in the center of the door, and at the same time silently read the words of the Bible in his mouth. After waiting for nearly a minute, the two bronze doors in front of me filled with ancient Egyptian mythical beasts and gods were finally opened.

Behind the door was a long hallway of black slate, at the end of which stood two richly dressed waiters. When Frost and I approached, they smiled and offered to open the vermilion wooden door behind us.

Inside the gate is a stone chamber of about 300 square meters, and although the interior is dim, there are rare oil paintings hanging everywhere. The stone walls are intricately carved with statues of gods, dotted with ornate silks and huge carpets. In the center of the stone room is a long table about eight or nine meters long, and the richly decorated back chairs are neatly stacked on either side of the long table.

The delicate candelabra on the table illuminated the room, and large corners of light and darkness intertwined and dotted the faces of everyone who whispered in a corner. When Frost and I walked in, everyone in the room stopped talking to each other and came around the two of us.

After a brief conversation, everyone sat down on the chairs on either side of the long table. At the suggestion of the waiter, I followed the example of a few of them and brought a simultaneous translator.

No one touched the delicacies on the table, until everyone had calmed down. At the suggestion of Frost Sr., everyone came to today's topic.

It turned out that the tall middle-aged man sitting across from me was Abrad, a newly appointed prince of the Middle East, who now lived in the most luxurious royal palace in the Middle East, with two lions and a snow leopard. Sitting next to me was a well-mannered old man, Duke Edward, with flaxen hair. Sitting next to him was Strov from Russia, while the oligarch Oray Hughes and Old Frost from the United States sat across from me.