Capítulo 843: Chapter 322: [Number 003] (Part 2)
The French capital with over fourteen hundred years of history, its streets not wide but full of charm, inside the cruising Rolls-Royce, Zhou Wang listens to “himself” and Fel Renault’s fluent French conversation, feeling emotional—
It turns out “mastery of mainstream languages” is a skill I originally had, but was forgotten in my memory.
With the system’s assistance and today’s intensive study on the plane, although both spoke quickly, Zhou Wang could fully understand their conversation.
But first, it needs to be mentioned what kind of organization the Paris Chamber of Commerce, where Fel Renault is the vice president, really is.
France’s Paris Region Chamber of Commerce, abbreviated as CCIP, was founded in 1803 and is the largest Chamber of Commerce organization in France and Europe. It represents the interests of 320,000 businesses in Paris and its surrounding three provinces, with over four thousand staff permanently residing in the association. The total output value of businesses in the entire jurisdiction accounts for 20% of France’s Gross National Product.
Simply understanding this, in a place like France, the influence of the Paris Chamber of Commerce is substantial, extending beyond the economic field; the Chamber’s reach has actually touched various aspects, and their presence can be seen everywhere.
As the vice president, Fel Renault’s actual power status has transcended the restrictions of the “businessman” identity…
It’s called a conversation, but most of the time, it’s Fel Renault chattering away; even though [Zhou Wang] consistently appeared indifferent and did not respond to every question of his, Fel Renault maintained his enthusiasm and respectful attitude.
“Do you have a light?”
At some point, [Zhou Wang] rolled down the car window, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and casually asked.
Fel Renault, who was still narrating the major events he handled in the association after their last meeting, was taken aback; he said slightly troubled: “Oh, Zhou, you know I don’t smoke…”
But soon, upon spotting something on the street, Renault asked the driver to stop the car, opened the car door himself and ran out, exchanged 10 euros with a teenager playing skateboard on the roadside for a lighter, and then happily ran back to hand it to [Zhou Wang].
Zhou Wang’s gaze from an observer’s perspective is somewhat complex… “I’m” so impressive!
Of course, Zhou Wang truly understands why Renault would behave in such a humble manner in front of him —
Just like the first time seeing Caroline in the Memory Fragments, when Zhou Wang first saw Renault, a piece of information automatically surfaced in his mind.
“Fel Renault, one of the heirs of the second-rate French consortium enterprise, Renault Group, met you half a year ago. Under your guidance, he helped the family enterprise through bankruptcy crisis, elevating Renault to a first-rate consortium, gaining first inheritance rights himself, and winning in the Chamber’s election, always idolizes you as a god…”
Along with this large chunk of information, some fragmented memory pictures also emerged.
Under the lights of the Eiffel Tower, the disconsolate Fel Renault sat on the street, a Huaxia youth with a backpack sat beside him at some point, casually said: “Mr. Fel, do you need some help?”
During the last decision-making meeting of the Renault Group, facing the fiercely arguing company executives, Renault gathered the courage to stand up and voiced his “fantastical” ideas…
The sudden war, volatile oil prices, rapidly depreciating Euro…
Amidst the virtually flying newspapers, the Renault Group plunged into a resurrection celebration; in the corner, the youth half-hidden in shadows still stood quietly and silently, merely raising the champagne in his hand…
These images vaguely outlined a whole event, although not completely clear, they are enough to analyze quite a bit of useful information from them.
At least, one point is certain.
In a sense, Renault, like Caroline, is a follower and admirer of [Zhou Wang]; maybe the Renault Group behind him isn’t necessarily so, but Fel Renault himself holds great respect for Zhou Wang.
This also explains why Fel Renault behaves so humbly in front of [Zhou Wang].
Zhou Wang saved not only the family consortium behind him but also the life Renault once almost gave up…
“Zhou, we’ve arrived.”
As Zhou Wang’s thoughts scattered, the Rolls-Royce also slowly drove into a mansion located in central Paris. From the moment it entered the estate’s perimeter, people in black with sunglasses could be seen everywhere, judging by the bulges at their waists, obviously carrying some gear… ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire.net
Zhou Wang wasn’t too surprised. Although France is a developed country, don’t overestimate the security here. Affluent groups hiring a few “professional shooting athletes” who can legally carry guns as bodyguards is completely normal.
Following Renault into the mansion, they arrived at a lavishly decorated reception room, with a cabinet design and a distinct European style. Inside sat several elderly gentlemen with remarkable presence wearing suits and elegant clothes, and only one young woman.
Upon seeing [Zhou Wang] appear, they put down the cigars in their hands, stood up to shake hands with [Zhou Wang], those who had met him once would try to embrace [Zhou Wang], which [Zhou Wang] politely declined without letting it show.
As Zhou Wang’s observing gaze swept over each person, information about them automatically appeared before his eyes, although not as detailed as Renault’s, nor with memory flashbacks, but sufficient for Zhou Wang to know their identities.