Friday, January 17, 1992.

A small cruise ship waiting to enter the port of Saint-Jean-de-Luz, a small town in the Basque region in southern France.

Alan stood on the deck and felt the breeze blowing from the bow. The temperature outside was about ten degrees Celsius now, but the climate in southern France was not bad. People in Paris are still wearing down jackets, but here a single outer coat is enough. It was just at the critical point where it was a bit cold to take off the outer coat, but it was just right to put it on.

The name of this small town seems unknown, but the name of their town is preceded by the word "saint", which makes it very special.

Allen chose this location after listening to Luc Besson's recommendation.

The most famous thing about this place, and the one that is most well-known to ordinary people, is probably macarons.

This does not refer to the brightly colored colors, but a French dessert. To put it bluntly, it is an almond cake. Later, it became more and more popular, the colors also became brighter, and it had more meanings. Anyway, here, macaron is a dessert, and it is also the birthplace. The taste is authentic and it is a century-old brand!

Another famous thing is that more than 300 years ago, in the 17th century, Louis XIV married a Spanish princess here. Today, this town still retains the cathedral where Louis XIV and the Spanish princess got married - the Saint-Jean-Baptiste Cathedral.

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"Alan! What are you looking at here? Who did you invite?"

Spencer rubbed his hands and looked at the port in the distance with anticipation. He was quite looking forward to the bachelor party organized by Allen.

"Who was invited? Anyway..."

Alan deliberately didn't say it. He knew what type Spencer liked. Just like when Spencer held his coming-of-age ceremony, Spencer also knew what type Alan liked. They both understood each other very well.

"whispering sound……"

Spencer curled his lips and was no longer curious. Anyway, they were about to reach the shore, and he would know soon. Thinking of this, Spencer walked to Alan's side, held the fence with his hands, and supported Alan and said, "Why haven't you ever been curious about who I'm going to marry? You don't even ask."

"You can't say it if you want!"

Alan had no interest in the gossip about this guy, and he was too lazy to ask about it, so Spencer was actually annoyed by Alan's lack of curiosity.

"Hey... aren't you studying at Cardiff University? Do me a favor. I'm going to your university for further studies. Please help me get into the journalism major and let me do an internship at the BBC."

Spence winked at Alan.

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"???"

Allen turned his head and looked Spencer up and down. This guy has changed his personality. He is studying journalism and going to intern at the BBC. What is he planning to do? Will he be responsible for exposing the private lives of aristocratic children in the future? Become a super-sized paparazzi?

Even though this job may not seem high-end, if he reveals some secrets, he can really make money. Hey... Why are all of you in the Spencer family like this, loving to expose secrets?

Diana was like this, and now Spencer is still like this. What are these two siblings doing?

"Just tell me if you can do it. Why are you dithering? I like that female reporter who is interning at the BBC. When I get some time, you can put me in the BBC and let us get to know each other. Then I will propose to her."

"No, wait!"

Alan was a little slow to react for a moment. This bachelor party usually takes place before the wedding. Although there are no explicit rules, everyone assumes that the proposal and engagement must be completed before moving on to this step. Alan used to think so too. He thought Diana had already found a wife for Spencer, but who knew that he hasn't found one yet?

You haven't even found a partner yet, but you're so eager to hold a bachelor party. This... Oops, that's not right...

"Female reporter? Not a noble?"

Alan was even more stunned when he thought of this. Spencer was the only child of their Spencer family. Besides, his father was about to die, and he was destined to inherit the title of earl. Why was he looking for a commoner now?

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"Yeah...what's wrong? I want to find whoever I want, who can stop me? We are true love!"

“…”

Damn...you, my true love, are now going to a bachelor party. How can this be considered true love?

"Okay... I'll give them a heads up when I get back this time, and you can bring your information and report directly to the BBC headquarters."

Let go of the desire to help others and let him do whatever he wants. Alan no longer has any obligation to take care of Spencer. His father and sister haven't said anything yet, so why should he, a relative, have the say?

"Haha...Okay, when I get married, I will write a book and say a few good words about you in it."

Spencer laughed and patted the fence hard, looking very proud.

"???"

"Wait...what are you going to do?"

Alan was completely speechless this time. One moment he wants to be a reporter, the next moment he wants to write a book. Just like that?

I took a closer look at Spencer, who had extremely long flowing hair, big eye bags, and a melancholy, sleepy look. This style is very popular right now, the decadent style...

But Allen really couldn't associate this kind of person with professions like journalist or writer.

"Why, are you planning to write a travelogue of Gambia? I see the title is 'My Years of Grinding Iron Rods and Drilling Mines in Gambia'."

"What the hell! Humph... Don't spread that nonsense everywhere. I am very loyal to love."

Spencer waved his hand and hit Alan, not giving Alan time to complain, and pulled Alan and said, "Let's go, get ready to get off the boat."

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The French entertainment industry has always produced beautiful girls, who are characterized by pure looks and holy temperament.

But the films they usually make are kind of...very popular with the audience.

Alan doesn't know about other people, but he likes them very much, especially the French people's dedication to art, which is what Alan admires most.

Just like in his previous life, he would pull girls aside and tell them earnestly that this was all for art. It's just wearing a little cooler clothes, it's art!

But sincerity is often not met with sincerity, and the girl insisted that he was being a hooligan. Allen was speechless and sighed to the sky. It seems that this kind of high-end French artistic thinking is not suitable for the mainland market. The artistic quality of mainland female stars needs to be improved.

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But now, it's different here. The artistic qualities of the French and Italians can only be said to be comparable. If you compare them carefully, the Italians tend to be unrestrained and eccentric, while the French tend to be subtle and reserved. Even if they expose themselves, they will make you hard while watching. They are more about the heart than the body, which is very artistic.

The French beauty of this generation is of course the famous Sophie Marceau. She is in her twenties and it is the time for her to achieve success. Last year, she starred in a musical romance film called "Blue Melody".

But Alan didn't watch it. He didn't like Sophie Marceau very much. Anyway, he just didn't like her for no reason. He felt that her profile when viewed from a certain angle looked a bit like a certain internet celebrity from his previous life.

In addition, this current beauty is very snobbish. She is a typical representative of extreme neo-fist and is very hypocritical.

As long as the family background, financial resources and fame are better than hers, she will face it very humbly. If they are not as good as hers, then sorry...all men are bad!

Plus, this guy used to date a black boyfriend, which made Allen even more unbearable, but now...

Uncle Spencer next to him likes this very much. It just so happens that Spencer also likes to drill mines. The two are a match made in heaven. This time, Allen specially asked Luc Besson to contact Sophie Marceau and asked her to accompany Spencer, saying that he wanted to introduce her to a British earl.

Then this person came over happily.

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"Sister Isabel, are they almost here?"

In a seaside cafe, two ladies sat opposite each other, watching the small cruise ship entering the port. Sophie Marceau looked at her watch and the time matched, so it should be this ship. She asked the person sitting opposite her.

Double standards... sometimes they are not one-sided, but indiscriminate. Even if they are the same actresses, Sophie Marceau would not bother to communicate with them as long as they are not as famous as her. But the girl in front of her, although ten years older than her, is a recognized French beauty of the previous generation. Her status in the circle is only higher than hers, not lower than hers.

Faced with such a senior, even the very hypocritical Sophie Marceau can only obediently call her sister.

…

Isabella Adjani gently lifted her long black hair, looked in the direction of the port, and said with a slightly playful smile: "Maybe, who knows... But the British are said to be very gentlemanly, they shouldn't be late."

She and Sophie Marceau arrived here early and waited according to the plan of their introducer, who said that there were two young aristocratic talents from Britain who wanted to chat with the two ladies and discuss art.

One of them is not very famous, but has a very high status, he is the eldest son of the Spencer family, the heir to the earldom, Sir Charles Spencer!

As for the other one, his fame is only higher than that of the earl!

The famous friend of women, the little bully of European entertainment circle, the lion of Will - Alan Hill.

Although I don’t know why the two of them are coming to France to travel at the beginning of the new year and want to meet me, but just based on their names, they are worth meeting!

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Isabella Adjani is only in her thirties now, and she still has her charm. She is in one of the best stages of a woman's life. In addition, she has fair skin and black hair, which is much better than many ordinary European women. With a little dressing up, she looks like a young woman in her twenties. She is very confident in herself. If she can get to know these two people, especially if she can get to know Earl Allen, maybe she can go to England to make a few movies in the future.

Although she won the Oscar for Best Actress in her early years, for a woman... one award is not enough?

What’s more, it’s an award that was given more than ten years ago?

What she wants is influence, and for everyone to be able to see her face in the movies, rather than being called some old-fashioned jade girl or the former Flower of France, which sound outdated.

As for Sophie Marceau in front of her, huh!

Isabella Adjani glanced at her and snorted in her heart, little bitch.

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"I said, can you do this?"

Walking from the port to the Yuehao Cafe, Spencer was speechless. He kept complaining along the way. Although it was only a ten-minute walk, shouldn't a car be arranged for such a long distance?

In the scene he imagined, he would sit in a luxury car, and then stop the car at the agreed location or villa, roll down the window, raise his chin very coldly, and say, "Women... get in the car!"

Then everyone goes back to where they should be and has fun for a few days.

Instead of doing what they are doing now, Alan and I were walking like ordinary tourists.

This is too low class!

This is not the bachelor party I wanted!

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"Here."

Allen touched his pocket, took out a small envelope and handed it to Spencer, raised his chin towards the cafe not far away and said, "This is the key to the villa I booked. It has the address. As for whether you can use it when the time comes, it depends on your ability."

"What?"

Spencer took the small envelope in horror. What the hell was this?

This is a bachelor party. It's just Alan and I attending this kind of party. That's fine, but now I have to rely on myself to pick up girls?

The distinguished Master Spencer comes out to attend a party, but he still has to work hard to pick up girls?

"Fuck, at a party like this, I would..."

Just when Spencer was about to complain that he was not going, he suddenly saw Alan waving towards the cafe. The two ladies sitting by the glass of the cafe also waved and said hello.

This is……

Sophie Marceau?

Huh? The one next to her is Isabelle Adjani?

Is this a collection of all the flowers of France?

Fuck, this kind of thing still requires Alan to take action, the quality is too high!

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"What's wrong? You don't like parties like this?"

Alan turned his head and looked at Spencer, who was already feeling aroused.

"No... Allen, from today on, you are my brother, my real brother. If there are parties like this again in the future, please be sure to bring me along!"

"Tsk... aren't you loyal in love?"

"hiss……"

As Spencer walked, he was speechless for a moment because of what Allen said. After thinking for a while, he raised his chin and said very arrogantly: "When you go out to play, don't say such things that spoil the fun. Things like being loyal in love, isn't that something you can talk about after you get home? Go, go, go... hurry up!"

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"Ladies, is anyone sitting here?"

Alan is wearing a casual jacket, light-colored jeans, and white sneakers. He looks like a sunny boy, but his temperament is not sunny. However, this outfit makes him look very young and not as serious as usual, but instead shows more masculinity.

Taking Spencer to the coffee shop, Alan walked to the seats of the two ladies. There was a small round table with four single chairs around it. Alan deliberately asked if there was anyone here. This could not only relieve the awkwardness of the two parties just meeting, but also create a feeling of chance encounter.

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