Lin Xiao had already lost interest; she was rather immune to celebrities for many reasons.
Her family troubles and resulting apathy prevented her from being as carefree and enthusiastic about following celebrities as other girls.
On the other hand, she had quite a few opportunities to meet celebrities when she was in the country.
First of all, the Lin Group invites several celebrities to its annual meeting every year. Even if they don't have any top-tier celebrities, they can still afford to invite second- or third-tier celebrities and outstanding provincial and municipal hosts and singers, so she has met some of them.
Other times include my father's birthday, the birthdays of his friends and buddies, the birthdays of the children of entrepreneurs, company events, and so on. Sometimes I'll also see a few familiar faces on TV.
In these private or business settings, the immense power of money transforms those faces that are usually aloof or innocent on television into fiery ones.
These celebrities greeted the prominent figures of the inviting party with beaming smiles and showered them with saccharine and cloying compliments.
In such situations, Lin Xiao would always make the same old mistake of feeling embarrassed for others.
Moreover, she believes that instead of spending hundreds of thousands or millions to invite celebrities to a company annual meeting, it is far better to raise employee salaries to retain outstanding talent and make the company's performance flourish.
She had seriously discussed this issue with her father, Lin Haitao, who waved his hand dismissively and said, "These are two different things. You're just a kid, you wouldn't understand."
My dad said this is to demonstrate the company's strength and enhance its cohesion.
She didn't really understand how the company operated, but she felt that even if they invited Jay Chou to hold a special concert, it wouldn't be as practical for ordinary employees as receiving an extra thousand yuan in year-end bonus.
She told her best friend about this idea, and her friend scoffed, "I wouldn't trade 50,000 yuan for a Jay Chou concert!"
"You're not short of money, are you? Go ask any hardworking office worker: is it better to get a few thousand dollars more in bonuses at the end of the year, or to see a celebrity jump around and sing? See what they would choose?"
Lin Xiao's circle of friends in China consists mostly of children from families with similar economic circumstances to hers, so they naturally cannot understand the hardships of working-class people.
Compared to other second-generation rich kids, Lin Xiao was a bit more "sensible." That's because when Lin Haitao really started making his fortune, she was already in junior high school.
Their family used to live an ordinary life; the parents worked hard and were frugal. Those days still linger in Lin Xiao's memory.
Wang Wei said that the next person to arrive would be the Best Actor winner from Cannes, France, but Lin Xiao wasn't very interested.
After a long day of running around outside, all she wanted to do was return to her small but cozy little house.
Now that he had seen the beautiful female celebrity he had been longing for, Wang Wei was already satisfied.
So he accompanied Lin Xiao back, pointing out some important places near her home along the way.
Wang Wei doesn't live in the Ninth District; he collected all this information online last night.
For example, how to get to the embassy, and where the nearest Chinese supermarket is.
Especially Chinese supermarkets, which are indispensable for any Chinese person in France.
No matter how many years you've lived there or how many generations have settled there, some things in your bones can never be changed in your lifetime. For example, when it comes to taste, it's really hard for Chinese people to become completely Westernized.
Eating vegetable salads or steak every day is not as delicious or easy on the stomach as eating rice with stir-fried vegetables, not to mention hot pot, which you crave after not eating it for several months.
Even though these raw materials are available in large French supermarkets, they are not as authentic or palatable as those in Chinese supermarkets.
Lin Xiao was very grateful to Wang Wei for this, because it was not just a favor that came from the working relationship between their fathers.
She could sense that when Wang Wei said these things, he was genuinely concerned and considerate of a fellow countryman to a fellow countryman who had just arrived.
By the time I returned to my little house, it was nearly dusk. Winters in Paris get dark early, and twilight was beginning to blanket the city.
Wang Wei had originally planned to invite Lin Xiao to dinner, but Lin Xiao politely but firmly declined, saying she was too tired that day and would do it another day.
Wang Wei thought this was acceptable, as it at least laid the groundwork for their next meeting, so he didn't insist any further.
After seeing Wang Wei off, Lin Xiao leaned against the window to rest; she loved gazing at Paris from this window.
Not far away, the Seine River meanders around Paris, its surface reflecting the colors of the setting sun, like a colorful ribbon encircling this ancient yet young, rustic yet fashionable city.
Paris is described as rustic because its metro system is so old that it resembles the metro systems in China during the 1980s and 90s. Not to mention its speed, some sections of the metro even make a rumbling noise when it runs.
Parisian fashion is renowned because it is home to the world's top design leaders, and its biannual haute couture shows set global trends.
Just like now, in the flagship store of a top French brand, celebrities and distinguished guests gathered.
Because of his extreme self-confidence and easygoing personality, Wei Changfeng rarely felt stage fright in any situation.
Today I met several industry colleagues at the brand store, one of whom was a French actor whom he greatly admires, a two-time Cannes Film Festival Best Actor winner.
Despite having zero French skills and not being very good at English, he was able to chat freely with people with the help of a translator.
Seeing that this extremely popular Chinese star knew his past film works like the back of his hand, the French film emperor felt as if he had met a kindred spirit, and the two had a very pleasant conversation.
Wei Changfeng invited him to travel to China if he had the chance, promising to treat him well.
The other party readily agreed, saying that they had visited China more than ten years ago and were looking forward to another trip to China.
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