Chapter 506: They Are a Group of Aunts
Most Parisians have a consensus: 'Belleville is not beautiful'.
This is the intersection of the 10th, 11th, 19th, and 20th arrondissements of Paris, a rather chaotic place. Graffiti covers almost every wall. Where Xiao Peng and his friends parked, the word "BIAO" was spray-painted on the wall in several languages. It looked quite nice, not to mention the juxtaposition.
People who like this place say it is a free, cosmopolitan and colorful world.
The consequence of these three so-called "advantages" is that this place is a hotbed for homeless people, thieves, and prostitutes. Why is it called "Belleville"? It's because there are so many prostitutes here, openly soliciting customers in broad daylight. Therefore, public safety here has always been a point of criticism in Paris.
Here, J girls are openly having sex with customers but they are treated like thieves. This is because of the strange law in France: they believe that J girls are also victims and have to pay taxes, so they are not breaking the law.
However, if the person who helps prostitutes sell their sex and the client is caught, the fate is very bad. There is a record of an international student who was deported for helping prostitutes post small ads online... Don't you think it's unfair? For the sake of earning a few euros, they ruined their study abroad career. As for the client, if they are caught, the fate is even worse. The fine is thousands of euros, while here, finding a prostitute only costs tens of euros.
Because of this law, Parisian prostitutes have been making quite a fuss, holding protests and demonstrations. The most famous feminist slogan, "Your body belongs to you," was actually first coined during the Parisian prostitutes' march. Every time Xiao Peng sees this quote online, he finds it rife with dark humor.
Ignorance is the greatest sin!
Because Belleville is located at the intersection of four arrondissements, police from all districts are reluctant to police it. This makes it a truly unique area of Paris, with a diverse mix of people, speaking different languages, and coming from all walks of life.
And there are many more languages spoken here than French!
"Are you sure this is the place?" Xiao Peng looked around after getting out of the car.
Although France is known for its old buildings, Xiao Peng felt like he was transported back to his childhood when he walked here. His hometown was like this when he was little, with dilapidated three- or four-story buildings and most of the shops on the street had Chinese characters on their signs. This is also a place where Chinese people gather, especially those from Southeast Asia and the south, many of whom do business here.
Kasin nodded. "If the Korean's address is correct, it's on the building across the street. Huh? What's that smell? Why is it so fragrant?"
Xiao Peng turned his head and took a look before saying, "Are you blind? Don't you see there's a barbecue shop here?"
"Boss, what is roast meat? Do you burn candles?" Kasim asked.
Xiao Peng explained, "Are you really blind? Don't you see the row of roast geese hanging there? 'Roast meat' is a cooking method in our country's Cantonese cuisine. Dishes like 'roast goose' and 'barbecued pork' all fall under the category of 'roast meat'. As the name suggests, 'roasting' and 'curing' are two different cooking methods. Well, 'roasting' can be understood as marinating the ingredients in a sauce for a while before roasting; and as for 'curing', it's bacon, sausage, jerky, etc... I can't explain it clearly in one sentence. I'll buy some when I'm done with my work and try it! I want to eat it just by smelling it!"
"Is this authentic Chinese food?" Kasim continued to ask.
Xiao Peng didn't bother to pay attention to him after hearing this. How could he know? So he went straight to the roast meat shop. The smell made him ravenous, so he went to buy some to satisfy his craving first.
However, what he bought was not the roast goose hanging there, but roast pork and braised food, such as roast pork belly, which looked so red and mouth-watering.
But the process of buying roast meat was really not smooth: Xiao Peng is Chinese, and the store owner is also Chinese, but the two of them completed the entire purchasing process with the help of a black female clerk, using both pointing and drawing.
The shop owner was a Malaysian Chinese who had immigrated to Paris over 30 years ago but only spoke Malay and Cantonese, not Mandarin or French, and Xiao Peng didn't speak Cantonese either. The black woman was from Mauritania in Africa, and although French was the official language there, her French wasn't very good: in Mauritania, blacks were considered a "minority," and their education and wealth lagged behind the local Berber majority. Her language skills made it difficult for her to find a job in France, but compared to the owner of the barbecue shop, they were much better...
In this way, it took Xiao Peng half a day to buy the bacon and asked the boss to cut it into small pieces. Then he wrapped it in two papers and he and Kaxin each had a bag and ate it with toothpicks while walking.
Kasim finally realized at this point that his boss was truly not a coward at all.
They went to an old building opposite according to the address given by Park Yiwan. There were several women standing in the corridor, dressed up in fancy clothes, standing in groups of three or five and greeting passers-by.
What makes Xiao Peng embarrassed is that most of these women walking on the street are Chinese...
However, none of them greeted Xiao Peng, but several of them waved to Kaxin: these women wrote the price directly on their hands and then showed their hands to Kaxin.
Well, these people don’t understand French either.
"Boss, no wonder this place is called 'Belleville'!" Kasin said excitedly, "Those women just now were all very pretty, but I just don't have good taste. You're the boss, so why did you pull me over?"
Xiao Peng looked at Kaxin with eyes full of care and concern: "Kaxin, don't say you are hanging out with me from now on."
"Why?" Kasim asked in confusion.
Xiao Peng pointed at his nose and asked, "Why do I always get checked for my ID when I go to nightclubs?"
"You look young!" Kasim answered without thinking.
Xiao Peng sighed, "I'd love to have a fresh-faced face, but being out on the sea every day makes me look much older than my peers! Yet, I still look 'young' in your eyes. I can only say that you don't understand how we Orientals look. Do you think those women only picked you and not me because they couldn't tell I'm your boss and have more money than you? Wake up! The real reason is that they know I wouldn't choose them!"
"Why? Doesn't it conform to your Oriental aesthetic standards?" Kasim asked.
Xiao Peng nodded: "This is really not the main reason. The main reason is: they are too old. If my mother were still alive, she might not be as old as them!"
Ka Xinde's smile froze on his face: "Boss, are you kidding me?"
"Then go ask those women downstairs. If there's anyone under 45, I'll give you a 10,000 yuan bonus!"
"Bang!"
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