Southeast of central Paris, diagonally opposite the Saint-Marcel Metro Station.

Among the already sparse crowd, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a black drawing tube on his back stood out.

When they came to a stop in front of a three-story building, before the middle-aged man had time to take out the key from his pocket, the large iron door next to him had already been opened from the inside.

The middle-aged man raised his head, and a woman with brown hair and a graceful figure opened the door and appeared in front of him, looking at him with spring in her eyes.

"Sam, is the meeting over with Lance over?"

The woman with a soft voice came close to the middle-aged man, and the scent of perfume gushed out from her body, making the middle-aged man tilt his head.

"Yes, it's over, Louise."

The middle-aged man turned away from the woman and walked toward the building.

"what's the result?"

"No."

"Do you have lunch?"

"Then do you still want me to go back to South Korea?"

"What about your shoulders?"

"It's just a little muscle injury, nothing serious. I'll just go to the hospital for physical therapy regularly."

Chen Tianqiao asked immediately.

"Then it seems that there is..."

"I'm still working in Lianzhong, and now I've been promoted to minister."

Chen Tianqiao looked troubled, turned around and walked to the seat next to him, bent down and sat down, and then started thinking like this.

"No."

Chen Tianqiao shook his head, looked at Paris outside the window, sighed softly, and then looked at his son again.

"Then you go to the hospital with me tomorrow for a full body check-up. I've already made an appointment."

Chen Gewei stood aside, not speaking, just waiting quietly.

"I read your hospital report."

"It's still the same."

"Your injury has obviously affected your work, and you also have diabetes. I think you should come back to South Korea with me."

"I just attended a meeting today."

Chen Gewei explained simply.

"Have you already made up your mind?"

The woman felt a little helpless when she saw this, but she still took half a step back obediently and gave up her position.

"How is your life in Korea? Have you met your uncle?"

Chen Tianqiao thought for a second, then put his hands on the armrests and sat up.

"You get dividends every year, I have enough money in my account, and I think it's easy to find another job."

"Can you stop making your baseless assumptions, Dad?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then returned to normal, lowered his head and agreed.

Chen Tianqiao thought for a moment, then spoke again.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Paris?"

The middle-aged man finally said goodbye to the woman, and at the same time reminded her with his eyes not to block the elevator from closing with his arms.

The digital prompt above the elevator immediately responded, and the car began to descend from the third floor.

The old father raised his eyebrows, and then said with some surprise.

"Goodbye, Louise."

"You can't keep prying into other people's privacy like this. This is very unethical behavior."

The woman asked again, pressing herself against the wall and covering the elevator button with her body.

The middle-aged man quickly dodged, then crossed his body, dodged, and entered the elevator that had just opened the door.

Chen Tianqiao raised his right hand, touched his left shoulder, then walked to the side and said calmly.

After a bright yellow light flashed, the old-fashioned elevator stopped. The middle-aged man waited for two seconds and then walked out of the elevator steadily.

"I recently learned some massage techniques from the master in Huaxia City. Maybe I can help you relieve your pain."

"Did you get into any trouble in Korea?"

A woman named Louise asked, following the middle-aged man into the corridor.

"General, no."

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt, Dad?"

The middle-aged man put down his drawing tube, then came to the desk, came face to face with Chen Gewei, and asked kindly.

The gray-haired middle-aged man stopped, took a deep breath, then turned around and looked at his son seriously.

"Why?"

Chen Tianqiao asked immediately.

"That woman had sex with your colleague Derek, and Vincent across the street."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Chen Tianqiao said leisurely, then raised his hand and patted Chen Gewei on the back, and walked out of the studio with him.

"The big companies above need to integrate resources and take back the resources allocated to small companies."

Chen Gewei said calmly, then turned towards the door, opened the door, and then turned to look at his father.

But Chen Tianqiao frowned slightly at this time, as if he had discovered something.

"Do you like that?"

Chen Gewei retorted calmly, without any fluctuation in his expression.

Chen Gewei said immediately, as if he had planned it in advance.

"I still can't go back today. I have to finish my work. I will try to go back early at the beginning of the year."

Chen Gewei said the next second.

Chen Gewei's tone suddenly became colder.

Chen Gewei put down the pencil in his hand and placed it straight on the right side of the table. Then he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man calmly.

Chen Gewei's thinking is still very clear.

"I just saved them the time of lying to me and then me finding out."

"Well, that's it. I'm too lazy to dye it."

"Just reasonable speculation."

Chen Gewei then asked back.

"No."

Chen Gewei chased and followed behind his father.

"Your hair is even whiter than before."

Chen Gewei stared at his father and said calmly.

"OK."

This question made Chen Gewei pause for a second. His answer was not as clear-cut as before, but he still said it quickly.

Chen Gewei answered quickly.

"Alan went to fashion school, and I had to contact manufacturers on his behalf."

“Just average, pretty good.”

"Your brand is already on the right track. You are only responsible for design tasks. You can do the same in Korea."

"But Lianzhong is going bankrupt."

Two minutes later, the middle-aged man on the seat spoke calmly.

Chen Tianqiao gave an example.

When the elevator door in front of him opened, he was not in a hurry to walk in, but carefully looked at his son's expression.

The middle-aged man came to the door, and his son stared at his hair for two seconds, and then said softly.

"Thank you, but I have a lot of things going on lately."
To be continued...