The journey starts from the Titanic

"Haha. It should be." Situ Nan couldn't help but smile.

The French Petroleum Company is the predecessor of the famous Total Petroleum Company a hundred years later. It is a large French state-owned oil company. Its status is similar to that of a certain oil company.

When the French coveted South China, they were naturally easy to talk. Besides, it is not a big deal to modify unreasonable penalties.

After a while, the old Peugeot also came to the stadium.Without the introduction of Situ Nan, Zhang Bangxian greeted the old Peugeot. After several years in France, Zhang Bang first met many entrepreneurs in the industrial and commercial circles.

For example, Michelin Tire Company has close relations with Nanhua, and Peugeot Company is almost a group with Michelin Tire Company.

Situ Nan is a bit regretful that he can't take a share in Peugeot.But the conversation with the old Peugeot was quite pleasant.

The result of the football match made Situ Nan satisfied. In the end, the South China team defeated Estonia, a country that most Chinese South Chinese had never heard of, by 1-0.

Chapter 17 Watching the Exhibition and Meeting Vanderbilt

In fact, friendship with Chanel is still a little bit good for Situ Nan.After watching the game, Situ Nan accompanied Laura to an art exhibition in Paris.

There are many women with rich pockets and artistic pursuits in Paris, and Chanel is one of them.She often sponsors some talented artists and organizes art exhibitions for them, which has also benefited a lot.

The painting exhibition is in an unknown alley. On the street, Situ Nan has to get off the car and walk in.

The streets of Paris are clean and tidy, cafes and bookstores can be seen everywhere, the air is faintly scented with coffee, and people sit on benches to read or discuss under the tall French plane trees.

This kind of environment is very comfortable, very suitable for literary and artistic youth to enjoy the French romantic leisurely.Along the way, Situ Nan saw many street artists.

Such people are not difficult to identify in Paris. They have loose hair, some bad clothes, holding musical instruments, drawing boards, or a book, a page and a pen, and their eyes are gentle and focused. Sometimes they do small business and serve passersby. For painting or something, I enjoy the warm and peaceful afternoon sun more often.

At the corner of the street, Situ Nan saw a handsome blond guy drawing with a certain hat beside him. Although he couldn't see what was inside, Situ Nan knew that it must be money.

The warm sun shines on that guy's face, his eyes are focused and energetic, and his skillful hands are flying pens on the paper without any interference from the outside world.

Situ Nan stopped and suddenly felt a bit like Jack, Jack?Dawson, the hapless young painter I met on the Titanic 12 years ago.

That guy was doing the same job in Paris, right?

Situ Nan thought to himself, touching the hard beard on his chin, feeling that time has slowed down suddenly, and a faint sadness surged in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Laura saw Situ Nan standing there still, watching the paintings of the young man in front of her, feeling a little puzzled.

"I just think that guy is like a friend I knew before." Situ Nan sighed softly.

"Oh!" Laura urged, "Go! We are almost late."

"No hurry. Let's go draw a picture!" Situ Nan took Laura's hand and walked over. The customers in front just left, and it was their turn immediately.

"Beautiful lady, turn your head a little bit more, keep smiling, and be natural. Very good..."

Situ Nan and Laura sat side by side on the bench, following the painter's instructions, and in a short while, a precious painting was completed.

Situ Nan looked closely at the paintings, the two above are very lifelike. The couple are sitting on benches on the streets of Paris, free and unconstrained. Thinking about this, there are not many opportunities.

"That guy is good at painting and can eat together!" Situ Nan nodded at the painter with a smile, handed the painting to Laura, and reached out to pay.

After searching for a while, I didn't find my wallet, I was a little funny, but the cigarette and lighter didn't fall.

"Is this all right?" Situ Nan took out a cigar and gestured to the guy.

Seeing a beautiful cigar stretched out in front of him, the guy was startled, his eyes lit up and he smiled and nodded.

"Ding!" With a clear metallic sound, Situ Nan set the painter on fire.

"Authentic Cuban cigars, good stuff!" The guy breathed out a breath of smoke, showing his white teeth, and watching Situ Nan smile, the price of a cigar could fully pay for the painting.

Situ Nan nodded, turned and left, took two steps, and threw the lighter in his hand to the opponent, leaving only the bright sunlight in his mind. A young painter was enjoying the cigar comfortably on the street.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the exhibition, Chanel’s iconic fragrance came out: "Mr. William, Mrs. William, we have met. Welcome, today I want to introduce you some good paintings."

"Thank you." Laura was happy when she heard it, and took Chanel's hand enthusiastically.

Although the location of the exhibition is a bit remote, the works on display are really good. Many well-known figures have come, including a small number of people from the Paris fashion circle.

Of course, this popularity is naturally measured according to standards decades later, whether it is the paintings on display or the collectors.

"I'll just walk around, go ahead!" Situ Nan said to Laura.

"Okay. I'm going to talk to Miss Chanel." Laura smiled sweetly, satisfied with Situ Nan's understanding. This occasion is not only suitable for painting exhibitions, but also for their women to chat.

Situ Nan actually knows little about this art, but he mainly judges the quality of his paintings based on the artist's name.

For example, standing in front of a painting called "Dance", he looks from left to right, from front to back, frowning slightly, not knowing how to grasp the profound artistic conception of the work.

"Is there any problem?" A woman next to her looked at Situ Nan a little unhappy.She was blonde, young and beautiful, well-dressed, and the Chanel No. 5 perfume on her body. It was light, Situ Nan was too familiar with it.

"Oh! No problem, it's just that I don't know much about art. I watched it for a long time and I didn't know how to appreciate it." Situ Nan laughed softly and nodded at the author of the painting. ."

"Hehe." The woman was amused when she saw Situ Nan's determined appearance, but in fact she also liked the painting.

"The work that Mr. Picasso just completed this year is about the stage of Parisian female dancers and the relationship between their lives. It's great, I like it very much."

The woman explained with a smile.

I knew he was Picasso, otherwise I didn't bother to watch it?

Situ Nan smiled and said that Picasso may have collected a lot of it for him, and basically all that can be bought in the market is bought.Although his artistic appreciation did not improve, he recognized Picasso's signature.

Unexpectedly, I could meet this work in this exhibition. It really didn't take much effort!Situ Nan was overjoyed in his heart, and it was not in vain to go out for a stroll.

"Oh! Really? It seems like this." Situ Nan responded indifferently, glanced at the painting again, nodded, and muttered casually, "I also like stage actresses. Parisian women and ballet women are very good. "

"It's so vulgar!" The woman listened to her with a cold expression, and gave Situ Nan a blank look. Such a few works fell in the eyes of this guy, which really tarnished the elegant art.

"Haha!" Situ Nan was not annoyed and shrugged. Although Picasso didn't know how to appreciate his works, Situ Nan knew a lot about his personality.

"Isn't it? The old man is inspired by women's stimulation of him. Most of his works are related to women. Every masterpiece is that he makes love with a woman."

Situ Nan retorted.

After speaking, I turned around and went to the coffee shop next to me for coffee.

"It's a weird person, but he seems to know Picasso!" The woman looked at Situ Nan sitting not far away, while drinking coffee, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, showing a disdainful smile.Seeing him like that, no matter how elegant the art is, it seems to him nothing more.

Doesn't this guy know that the surrounding paintings are all immortal works of art?So proud?

The woman stomped her feet, a little uneasy, thinking of something, rolled her eyes and walked over with a smile on her face.

"Sir, listening to what you just said, you seem to know many things about Mr. Picasso, can you tell me? He is the artist I admire most."

The woman's brilliant smile was hard to refuse.Situ Nan was taken aback for a moment, and thought: I just think that Picasso has a romantic life, and he is envious and jealous. To be specific, there are so many Picasso lovers, how can I make it clear?Besides, is it necessary to pay too much attention to these things?