I Have A Dual World Seal

Lu Zheng is perfectly healthy, so he certainly won’t tag along as a third wheel.

Zhao Xiaodao is also perfectly healthy, so she won’t be a third wheel either.

So, the three of them just had a small gathering one evening, ate an Italian meal, and then went their separate ways.

After Zhao Xiaodao took some group photos with some political, business, and fashion figures in Milan, she packed up and, along with her team, flew to Dai Ying with Grace and others from the Nemo Group.

Meanwhile, Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi went shopping in Milan, bought some new clothes for the other girls, and then flew to Paris.

Consequently, several lives were added to the city of Paris.

However, Paris itself is already quite chaotic. Although it’s not quite a war zone, outside of the most bustling commercial areas, you can still occasionally see vandalized shops and burnt-out cars on regular streets.

With crowds of protesters throughout the city and the presence of Northeast and North African immigrants in the suburbs, the accidental deaths of a few unrelated Asian tycoons didn’t stir any ripples at all.

On the balcony of a hotel facing the Champs-Élysées, Lu Zheng spread out his Divine Thought and saw piles of garbage and rats everywhere; the scene truly amazed him, "Is this Paris?"

Si Lingxi casually replied, "The Mayor of Paris has already announced the intention to coexist with the rats, didn’t you know?"

"I didn’t know. Coexisting with rats, is there a problem with that?" Lu Zheng turned his head, puzzled, and asked, "Is there any city now that doesn’t coexist with rats? Wherever there are humans, there are rats, even in Hai City’s sewers and urban villages, there are rats too?"

Si Lingxi shook her head and laughed, "The coexistence he talked about is like this."

Si Lingxi pointed with her hand, and Lu Zheng followed her finger, seeing several men and women lounging on mats chatting on the lawn of the plaza downstairs, while not far from them, three to five rats frolicked openly.

Lu Zheng: Õ_Õ

"There are a lot of videos on Little Ripper, don’t you watch them?"

"I... haven’t watched..."

Lu Zheng was speechless. Why does it seem like Si Lingxi is more like a Blue Star Person than him; he goes to Leping Building whether he has something to do or not...

"Can’t Paris even handle rats?" Lu Zheng asked.

"No, that’s not it." Si Lingxi shook her head, "It’s obvious they can’t handle the garbage at all."

"And this modern industrial society," Si Lingxi snorted, "The Mayor of Paris’s governing ability is even worse than Du Yuru’s."

Lu Zheng, "..."

"You’re underestimating Old Du," Lu Zheng said softly, "Old Du managed to rise little by little from a county, but this Mayor of Paris has never held a grassroots leadership position."

This time Si Lingxi was at a loss for words.

"Great Jing and Hua Country are big governments, while the West has small governments; the ways of governing are indeed different, and we can’t generalize." Lu Zheng thought about it but then glanced at another alley piled with garbage and rats scurrying on the streets, not knowing how to continue.

"Although slums next to prosperous areas is a common phenomenon in Western metropolises, representing equality and freedom... okay, I can’t keep up the façade anymore, let’s leave it at that." Lu Zheng spread his hands.

Si Lingxi shook her head with a smile, not caring.

It’s not her jurisdiction; why should she concern herself?

However, the most prosperous commercial area and affluent district in Paris are still well-governed, with cleaners, police, and security guards working, so Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi’s tour was not disturbed.

And as they ascended and flew toward London, Zhao Xiaodao had already completed her activities in London and was flying to Paris.

...

"Miss Zhao, you’ve worked hard!"

"No need to be so formal, this is my work."

Under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, after shooting the last commercial, all of Zhao Xiaodao’s work for her European tour was concluded.

"It’s quite late. I’ll arrange a car to take you back to the hotel now. Tomorrow noon, Mr. Shute has booked a table at the Triumphal Arch Restaurant; we’d be honored if Miss Zhao could join us," Grace said, referring to Shute, the president of the Nemo Group.

"Of course, it would be my pleasure," Zhao Xiaodao replied.

Then, a business car conveniently pulled up beside them, the driver got out, opened the door, and gestured invitingly, "Please!"

Grace escorted Zhao Xiaodao into the car, and Zhao Xiaodao’s assistant also carried the bag inside.

"See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Grace and Zhao Xiaodao waved goodbye, and the business car immediately started, speeding out of the shooting location.

"Whew—" Zhao Xiaodao exhaled deeply and then relaxed her limbs and leaned back in her seat, "Running around everywhere these days is truly exhausting."

"But you’ve got millions in hand!" her assistant exclaimed excitedly, "And you’re the global ambassador for Nemo, a high luxury that people back home can only dream of."

"Sigh!" Zhao Xiaodao couldn’t help but sigh again.

"Why is Sister Xiaodao sighing?" the assistant asked curiously.

"I’m sighing because I’m getting older, and my qualifications are poor," Zhao Xiaodao replied.

The assistant was baffled, "Why do you say that?"

"Because no matter how much money you have, it’s just a number," Zhao Xiaodao said plainly, "I’m not interested in money at all now. If it weren’t for a bit of ambition in my career, I wouldn’t take up this endorsement."

The assistant’s mouth twitched, chest heaving with emotion.

Zhao Xiaodao glanced at her assistant, "Whether what Jack Ma said is true I don’t know, but I’m speaking my heart."

"I believe you!" the assistant nodded seriously.

Zhao Xiaodao rolled her eyes; the assistant didn’t know that there really are immortals in this world, so how could she believe what Zhao Xiaodao said?

"So what is Sister Xiaodao’s aspiration?" the assistant teased, "To continue expanding your career, trampling those big and little stars from ’85 and beyond into the ground?"

Zhao Xiaodao sneered, "In terms of popularity and nationwide recognition, I’m already as good as any of them."

"Sister Xiaodao is formidable!" the assistant clenched a fist in a gesture of encouragement.

Zhao Xiaodao pursed her lips, bored as she turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, then furrowed her brows in shock.

"Driver, this isn’t the way back to the hotel, is it?" Zhao Xiaodao immediately asked.

"Huh?" The assistant was also shocked, then looked out the window and saw dim lights on both sides of the road outside, clearly outside the city limits.

And their hotel was in the city center.

Zhao Xiaodao and her assistant exchanged glances, their hearts gripped by fear, but before they could say or do anything, they noticed the business car had swiftly entered an estate and parked a short distance from the main entrance.

The driver decisively got out and immediately opened the car door.

Then Zhao Xiaodao saw outside the car door, alongside a group of burly men, a cultured-looking elderly man who appeared in his sixties stood in the front.

"Miss Zhao, the master is waiting upstairs. Please follow me."