CHAPTER 224: CHAPTER 60: WHO IS GOD

"Almost, Mai Xue called yesterday, everything is going smoothly for her in New York," Pello brought up the very thing Su Ziceng didn’t want to talk about, making her huff in irritation, feeling an impulse to hang up the call.

"You’re provoking me!" Su Ziceng said in exasperation, thinking that she could report some good news to Pello today, but in the end, it turned out to be fruitless.

"I swear by Joan of Arc, the French war goddess, that I’m trying to inspire Miss Su Ziceng’s fighting spirit," his hearty laughter attracted the attention of a group of passing girls, each wondering who the lucky girl on the other end of the phone might be.

"Pff..., I’m no goddess right now, I just got kicked out like a beggar," Su Ziceng mumbled, glancing at LV, then her face froze as she saw an Eastern face standing among a few French people outside the phone booth—it was Hang Yishao.

The two never thought they would encounter each other in the streets of Paris after traveling halfway around the globe.

On the other end of the phone, Su Ziceng’s breath was slightly erratic, and Pello listened as she whispered in a barely audible voice, "Let’s talk another day."

Hang Yishao had already approached, with the two of them sizing each other up through the thick glass.

It wasn’t until an elderly French gentleman, the oldest among the French people behind her, warmly beckoned that Su Ziceng stepped out of the phone booth. How could Su Ziceng, who scarcely spoke English, appear alone on the streets of Paris?

The elderly French gentleman seemed to have a fondness for Eastern people, greeting Su Ziceng with a warm hug and cheek kisses, followed by an elegant middle-aged lady, and then Hang’s father.

The eccentric pre-graduation evaluation and the pitifully small budget. After hearing Su Ziceng’s explanation, everyone, including the French gentleman, was left with a deep impression of the education at Kelly Women’s College. In such a dilemma, Su Ziceng in front of them could still speak French clearly before strangers, showing an unfaltering tenacity, making everyone, including the French gentleman, very impressed.

When she learned that the typically French, flamboyantly dressed white-haired elderly man was actually the renowned architect Jean-Peter, Su Ziceng was taken aback. The old gentleman was very interested in the collaborative project, and he hit it off with Hang’s father at a café on Champs Elysees, but Hang’s father had to leave early for an important investment meeting.

The middle-aged lady, who had remained silent, saw that the old man was somewhat reluctant to end the conversation and suggested, "It’s dinner time already, since Mr. Hang has important matters, we won’t detain him. Master Rang enjoys the company of young people; how about we go to the bistro ahead and have dinner together?"

Looking at the time, it wouldn’t be long before Lin Ying started singing at the square. Su Ziceng didn’t want to walk alone in the dark alleys, so she agreed. Hang Yishao had no objections either.

On the way, the enthusiastic old man didn’t forget his profession, discussing with his unique designer’s vision the origins of every shop they passed, from Chanel to the interior of LV, he took great pride, as several shop designs here were his own work.

"Mister," Su Ziceng made comparison between LV and Chanel, the coquettish independence of Chanel and the understated luxury of LV, Master Rang simply used different colors and materials to make these two old brands’ stores shine differently.

The seemingly uninhibited Master Rang had sharp eyes; he heard Su Ziceng’s hesitance in her question and slowed down, nodding to her to continue speaking.

Su Ziceng initially didn’t want to share her day’s encounter with strangers, especially in front of Hang Yishao, but the dissatisfaction bottled up in her heart was like a beer that’s been shaken, inevitably bubbling out.

"Oh oh," the old gentleman shrugged, putting on a comical smile: "Those damned French, making our charming Miss Su suffer."

The middle-aged woman beside him frowned slightly, accidentally revealing that Master Rang was not purely French—his ancestry was Spanish. Still, the authentic French lady maintained her poise and on behalf of Master Rang explained the reason for Su Ziceng’s cold treatment.

The middle-aged woman did not apologize or give a lengthy explanation but politely invited Su Ziceng to re-enter the LV store to observe the expressions and behavior of the sales associates. Each and every sales associate in the store held their heads high, neither smiling at the entering customers nor flattering them overly. They didn’t mock those who window-shopped without buying, nor pander to those who spent lavishly.

"The French believe that they well-represent the spirit of LV, the centuries-old French brand, which doesn’t need to put on a smile for everyone," the middle-aged woman said with a smile after finishing.

Master Rang made another silly face on the side, but this was precisely the sole demand of LV’s president when he commissioned the design from him—"to maintain the spirit of LV."

Hang Yishao stood aside, watching Su Ziceng’s eyes suddenly light up with understanding, stirring something in him. At first, when he heard Su Ziceng had been mistreated, he wanted to curse at those insensitive French immediately. But now, he felt differently; perhaps he should thank the arrogant French, for it was they who showed him a different side of Su Ziceng. (To be continued. If you like this novel, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)