Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0374 Another Attack
While Nan Yi was enjoying himself in the bathtub, Sophie Marceau at the police station had scolded him again and again.
"Shit, bastard, bastard..."
Countless dirty words spewed out of Sophie Marceau's mouth, and the target of her venting was naturally Nan Yi.
Nan Yi sat in the living room, leaning over the coffee table, eating pickled cucumbers, cashews, and a hamburger he made himself, with a glass of red wine, while watching "Summer of Murder" starring Anjani on TV.
Anjelica Hussein should be quite popular in France, as the crown of the French Rose has been crowned on her head.
Moreover, Nan Yi once read a piece of gossip, saying that she was the only French Rose truly recognized by the French, instead of many messy others. Even his Sophie was not recognized by French women at all.
However, Nan Yi felt that she was not quite to his liking, but her acting skills were truly remarkable.
She portrayed the role of a lively, charming and coquettish woman of revenge extremely well, especially during the dance in the plot, with eyes as clear as spring water, curly hair sticking to her shoulders, and clothes clinging to her slightly bronzed skin that was damp from dancing.
Soaked in sweat, it shines brightly under the light.
After watching the whole film, Nan Yi felt that the exposed shots in it were a bit redundant. He quickly went back to look at the opening subtitles and searched for the director's name.
The Gallic rooster's bad behavior seems to indicate that it cannot demonstrate what it means to liberate its nature unless it takes off its clothes.
After watching the video, Nan Yi cleaned up the mess he left behind.
Then, have a good night's sleep.
The next day, Nan Yi got up early again, went to the newsstand on the street to buy a few newspapers, found a cafe on the banks of the Seine, ordered breakfast, and read the newspaper while having breakfast.
There was an article in the newspaper that talked about the young people in France today. They have lived in the economic depression of the 1970s since childhood. Since then, they have learned to look at the world and reality with a cold eye.
Gradually, their parents and public opinion began to call them the "indifferent generation."
They are indifferent to everything and have no political, ideological or moral pursuits. The only thing that can arouse their passion is Chinese rock music.
Michael Jackson is the most sacred idol in their hearts.
Entering the 1980s, they turned their interest to business, and the idols of young people began to change from rock and roll to entrepreneurs, especially self-made entrepreneurs.
They all fantasize about becoming the protagonist of the next entrepreneurial story, so after entering the 1980s, many French youths entered the business field and became self-made entrepreneurs, but whether they could make a fortune was still unknown.
Nan Yi picked up the croissant on the table, put it in his mouth and took a bite, thinking about checking the number of companies registered in France in the past two years.
He knew that the French economy had been in a very bad state in the past two years, and it was very difficult for French graduates with no work experience to find a suitable job.
Unlike their parents' generation, most of them work in state-owned enterprises with guaranteed wages and benefits, and they don't have to worry about life at all.
However, the situation in France is somewhat similar to that in China. State-owned enterprises have encountered the problem of being too bloated and overburdened. State-owned enterprises can take good care of employees who have already joined the company, but it is impossible to accept new employees.
After all, there is no shift-taking system in France, and the job does not become the worker's private property and can be passed on to the next generation.
Young people in France feel that their future is bleak and they are pessimistic and disappointed. Their parents sympathetically call them "the generation worried about their jobs."
Nan Yi looked at a set of data listed in the newspaper: in 1978, 42% of young people were worried about unemployment, which increased to 51.2% in 1983, and half of young people under the age of 25 lived in poverty.
Young people who should be carefree are troubled by daily life and are constantly worried about losing their jobs. These worries have filled their minds and left them with little time to consider issues of purely moral values.
The worry about survival has given rise to a common beautiful dream among young people in France - to start a business and become a successful entrepreneur.
The young people of France are moved by the dream of becoming a boss and a country, which carries a special meaning. They have plunged into the unpredictable ocean of entrepreneurship.
In some way, unemployment and entrepreneurship are always intertwined. Often when the entrepreneurial spirit starts to rise, the unemployment rate in society is also relatively high.
A high unemployment rate indicates a bad economy. The success rate of starting a business at this time is much lower than normal. Starting a business is a matter of luck. Those who succeed are those with higher IQ, patience, perseverance and luck.
“Start a business!”
Nan Yi's fingers tapped lightly on the table. "To start a business, you need some start-up capital. If the blueprint you plan is not big, you can just use the savings at home to barely make ends meet. If the goal is ambitious, you have to look deep into the box, especially the real estate certificate.
The population of Paris has been increasing, but there are not many places to build houses. It is inevitable that housing prices will rise...
A young entrepreneur took the property certificate to the bank for a mortgage loan, but his business failed and he was unable to repay the loan, so the bank took back the house. This happened to be 1987, when the stock market plummeted and there was an economic crisis, and the mortgaged house became a non-performing asset.
The bank’s non-performing assets must be packaged and processed…”
With the tapping of his fingers, Nan Yi prepared to do two things: first, to set up a non-performing asset disposal company in Paris; second, to speed up the entry of Bank of the South into Paris.
Of course, it was just a preparation. He first had to have someone carefully investigate how strong the entrepreneurial spirit was in France.
"Boss, come into the store quickly." The school beauty suddenly ran to Nan Yi and said.
At the same time, the other bodyguards began to shrink towards Nan Yi. Before he could think, Nan Yi was surrounded by people and pushed into the store. His head was held down, and he was forced to lower his body and was stuffed into the bar.
Ignoring the surprise of the shop assistants, the bodyguards lifted the dining tables one by one, stood them up, and formed a circle around the bar. People hid behind the tables, huddled closely together, creating a wall of wood and human flesh for the bar.
Fortunately, Parisians are relatively lazy and it’s not time for them to get up yet, so Nan Yi is actually the only customer in the store.
As soon as the bodyguards finished their actions, gunshots rang out outside the cafe.
Nan Yi, who was lying on the ground, pricked up his ears and listened. There were FAMAS, Uzi, MAB PA-15 pistol, and MR73. From the sounds, it seemed that the FAMAS and Uzi were shooting at a car. The two shots should have hit the bulletproof glass.
Nan Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not coming for me, I don't know which unlucky guy it is."
Boom boom boom!
"Fuck! Offensive grenades. How many of them exploded this time..."
There were consecutive explosions and Nan Yi couldn't tell how many there were. However, judging from the angle of the sound waves and the sound of glass breaking in the cafe, the grenade was most likely hung on the car door and exploded.
"Damn, what an amateur! He used an offensive grenade to break through the door. Aren't you afraid of being killed by the explosion?"
Complaining, Nan Yi bent himself into a shrimp shape, and put his hands together to block his face. If a steel ball flew over, it would definitely not be fatal, but it would disfigure him, so he had to protect his face.
There was a female cashier lying next to Nan Yi, shivering. Her thighs were pressed against Nan Yi, and he could feel her shaking violently. The irregular rhythm gave him a bad feeling.
"Ma'am, please don't pee."
Nan Yi's reminder was too late, or perhaps it was useless at all. He already felt wetness, uh, and heat on his right leg.
Nan Yi could only press his right leg tighter, as one wet leg was better than two.
Bang bang bang!
With the last few MR73 sounds, the roar of the motorcycle's engine began, then faded away.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
After two "clear" sounds, the school beauty walked into the bar and helped Nan Yi up. Her nose twitched unnaturally at the same time. She glanced at the female cashier and the puddle of water on the ground, and she understood.
"Nansheng, next time you should lie in a different direction so that you can have more meat shields."
"Forget it. A bullet that can hit my position is useless even with a meat shield." Nan Yi said, and then asked Ya Zhenni: "What's going on?"
"Boss, the French economy is in a recession right now. The mentality of young people is changing rapidly. Things they once affirmed will soon be denied, while new ideas and values will become popular due to changes in the situation.
They hate politicians’ rhetoric and empty promises, unrealistic rhetoric…”
"Be brief . No need to analyze the background. Just tell me what's going on." Nan Yi said, pointing at a Peugeot with many holes in it outside the cafe.
