After nearly thirteen hours of flight, the flight attendant announced in both Chinese and French that they had entered Paris airspace and would be landing at Charles de Gaulle Airport in half an hour.
During this time, Wei Changfeng slept for two or three hours. When he woke up, he took out his small makeup mirror and looked at himself intently.
He still looks good, but his face is a bit swollen. He's prone to water retention, likely due to the long flight and uncomfortable sleep.
His agent texted him to touch up his makeup quickly, saying that the company had just announced that the number of people at the Charles de Gaulle Airport's welcome event, organized by overseas Chinese and international students, was much higher than expected, and that they should make sure they looked their best before going through customs.
For this event, the French brand provided four travel slots, which included reimbursement for round-trip first-class tickets between China and France for Wei Changfeng and his main agent, while accompanying personnel would receive economy class tickets.
So the assistant and makeup artist were in the economy class section at the back, and it wasn't very convenient to call them over now.
Wei Changfeng didn't want to go to any trouble, so he decided to do it himself. He already had fair skin, a straight nose, and handsome features, so he stood out in a crowd even without makeup.
The restroom was closed at that time, so he had to make do with what he could at his seat.
First, she massaged her face vigorously for a few minutes, and then started applying a face mask as if no one else was around.
Ten minutes later, Wei Changfeng removed the face mask and wiped it clean. His face was noticeably less swollen, and his skin looked so radiant that it seemed to have its own soft glow.
He then took out a few cosmetics he carried with him from his bag, did a quick makeup application, and was done in less than five minutes.
The girl sitting next to him glanced at him a few times, seemingly unfazed, her gaze indifferent.
She knew Wei Changfeng; not only did she know him, she had even met him once in private, but he probably had no recollection of her at all.
She felt that he looked more fresh and natural without makeup, but now, up close, he seemed to have a slightly heavier makeup look.
Because she didn't know that flash and camera lenses can "eat up" makeup.
When a flashbulb goes off, normal eyebrows will appear sparse, and the tail of the eyebrow may even disappear under the strong light, making them look shorter. Therefore, if they want to look good on camera, celebrities will wear slightly heavier makeup.
The plane landed smoothly, and the first-class passengers disembarked first, their luggage being the first to be transported out of the conveyor belt.
The French girl at immigration was very kind. When she took his passport, she carefully looked at Wei Changfeng for a few moments, then at the invitation letter from a top French brand that his group had presented, and said with a bright smile, "Bienvenue en France. Vous êtes très beau!"
"Huh?" Wei Changfeng and his agent were completely bewildered when they heard the other person speaking French, but judging from the girl's expression, it must be something nice.
The girl realized they couldn't understand French at all, so she said in English, "handsome, very handsome!"
Upon hearing this word, Wei Changfeng grinned, revealing his small white teeth, and smiled happily.
Although his English wasn't great, he was very familiar with the word. Handsome! He heard people say it every day, only in Chinese.
The agent, assistant, and makeup artist all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said "Merci" (thank you) in very broken French.
These are the French words the group hastily learned before leaving the country. The French side said they would provide a bilingual (French and Chinese) translator, so they didn't need to bring one from China.
Before leaving the customs area, the makeup artist carefully examined Wei Changfeng's face again. It looked good. She then smoothed his hair and, after confirming that the image was correct, the group began to walk out.
At this moment, the girl sitting next to me on the plane had also finished collecting her luggage and came over.
It was a little after seven in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to lighten.
As she approached the exit gate, the girl suddenly saw a sea of people outside, all of them incredibly excited. Knowing that strikes and demonstrations were frequent in France, she momentarily thought she was experiencing something similar at the airport.
Upon closer inspection, the majority of the gathered crowd were of Chinese descent, and they were holding light boards and signs.
It turned out to be fans coming to greet him at the airport. The girl was a little surprised that Wei Changfeng was so popular overseas.
Some foreigners in the crowd stopped and stood around curiously at the sight of the procession; in short, the line was lively and chaotic.
The agent and assistant led the way, and Wei Changfeng turned around to see if the makeup artist was following, just in time to see the girl's surprised expression.
For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little smug: Now you recognize me, right? Oh, you had such a good chance to ask me for an autograph or even a photo on the plane, but you missed it.
Many of the French passengers were also quite shocked when they saw this scene as they cleared customs.
The crowd surged with Wei Changfeng. The girl was a few people behind him, pulling two large suitcases and carrying a backpack. She was swept along by the crowd and looked quite disheveled.
She craned her neck to look at the crowd waiting to greet them at the airport. Besides fans, there were also people holding other signs, some in Chinese and some in French: "Welcome Professor Li Rongguang," "Welcome Ms. Zhao Lulu," "Mr. Dupont," "EDF," and so on.
The girl tried hard to recognize him for a long time, but in the end she hung her head in frustration. The person who was supposed to pick her up had not arrived.
The fans continued to follow Wei Changfeng and his group, quickly surrounding the group as they emerged from the pass.
Some foreigners began to complain, and the girl was almost knocked off her feet in the crowd.
When Wei Changfeng heard the commotion behind him and turned around, he saw her almost fall.
He hurriedly turned around to help, but was grabbed by his agent.
“If you walk backwards now, the crowd will get chaotic, and if it gets chaotic, there could be a stampede. Hurry up and move forward, separate yourself from the others coming out of customs, and the fans will follow you,” the manager said urgently.
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