Zhao Hui asked Wei Changfeng if he wanted to rest for a bit and catch up on some sleep, as the brand would deliver clothing to his room for him to try on in the afternoon.
He hoped that Wei Changfeng could go to the gym tonight to ensure he was in top condition for the event tomorrow.
Wei Changfeng said that exercising was no problem, but he was not sleepy at all, and even if he rested, he couldn't fall asleep at all.
The makeup artist and assistant chimed in, both young and energetic, eager to go out and explore as soon as they put down their luggage.
Zhao Hui understood that the excitement of arriving in a foreign land and experiencing the dazzling world completely overshadowed their fatigue.
But I can't help but sigh, young people are just young people. I'm only seven or eight years older than them, and I'm already exhausted.
Another reason is that he had been to Paris twice and had already visited all the famous attractions, while the others were visiting this world fashion capital for the first time.
Wei Changfeng had visited several cities in the south of France before, but the coastal scenery of the south was completely different from the refined atmosphere of Paris, so he, like Xiao Hao and the others, was full of curiosity about this place.
Zhao Hui was really worried about these three people who didn't speak any French wandering around the streets. The bilingual translator that the organizers had sent to pick them up at the airport had also gone back.
Although the translator said I could contact her anytime during my stay in France if I had any problems, it's probably not part of her job to have her take me sightseeing.
Moreover, instead of resting properly at the hotel and preparing for tomorrow's activities, going out for a stroll might not be a good idea from the organizer's perspective.
So Zhao Hui was too embarrassed to ask for a translator's help, thinking that his English was passable and it would be safer to go out with them.
So he said to everyone, "Let's rest for an hour first, and then go out for a stroll. It's too early now."
It was still early, and the sky over Paris was overcast, perhaps due to the cloudy weather. Everyone packed their belongings and then took a short rest.
All the outfits for this event were provided by the brand, so I didn't have to bring a lot of luggage like I usually do for other events.
Wei Changfeng's detailed measurements had already been given to the French side, and all the clothes were made, just waiting to be delivered to the hotel for a try-on today.
However, just to be on the safe side, they brought two suits from the brand and some other clothes from China.
In addition, there will be several domestic media shooting and interview activities in the next two days, so it's better to prepare more clothes.
The agent and assistant always handled these trivial matters very well, so Wei Changfeng didn't have to worry about them. At this moment, he was lying on the soft bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The ceiling, or rather the dome, is very high; it is indeed built in the style of a palace.
The high arched windows were draped with deep sea blue velvet curtains, adorned with gold tassels, making them extremely luxurious.
The room is decorated in a light beige color scheme, and there are several oil paintings with gold frames on the walls.
I heard that 70 to 80 percent of the themes in Western oil paintings are religious, but Wei Changfeng couldn't figure it out even after looking at them for a long time.
His lack of knowledge about painting is a weakness; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he knows nothing about it.
Most of the furniture in the room is in the style of Louis XVI, heavily influenced by the Rococo style, with many smooth, wave-like lines, and is painted with gold powder, making it look very elegant and luxurious.
The floor was covered with a dark blue long-pile carpet in the same color scheme as the curtains, interspersed with some intricate beige patterns.
The entire carpet is like a vast ocean, tranquil and profound.
This is one of Wei Changfeng's favorite colors. He once had a similar blue coat, which received rave reviews when photographed on the street.
Looking at everything before him, he suddenly remembered the girl on the plane, especially the way she dragged her large suitcase and staggered through the crowd.
And that fleeting glance between him in the car and her on the roadside, then quickly looking away, made me feel inexplicably sad.
Was she heartbroken and came to France for a vacation to clear her head? Why didn't she join a tour group? It's too dangerous for her to come alone.
Is her English good? She probably is, otherwise she might not dare to travel to such a far place alone.
However, people usually bring empty suitcases when traveling, in order to buy fashionable clothes and accessories while traveling abroad.
But judging from how she looked at the airport just now, both of her suitcases seemed incredibly heavy. Could she be here to study or settle down?
I wonder if she arrived at the hotel safely? People who book first-class tickets usually stay in pretty decent hotels.
Ah, maybe she's at the Ritz Hotel too! It's said that this hotel is highly recommended by Chinese tourists.
Thinking of this, Wei Changfeng suddenly sat up, feeling a little annoyed: "Sigh, I should have had breakfast downstairs in the restaurant. Maybe we could have bumped into each other then."
At this moment, he did not realize that in the past, it was always others who tried to "bump into" him; this was the first time he wanted to "bump into" someone else.
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