Our Rise Era

Chapter 29 Zhang Yang and the French Girl...

It was more than 20 days ago that I met Zhang Yang, a Chinese man.

That was the 30th day since she said goodbye to her tearful mother and reluctant family members, and came to China alone with her suitcase to study abroad.

During these thirty days, she was not too lonely. The teachers and classmates at Huaxia were very enthusiastic. The classmates tried their best to help her solve various problems in her living habits. They even assigned her a special Chinese teacher...

However, being in a foreign country, she naturally felt homesick, so she browsed some forums of international students and watched them share their experiences.

On a forum, she accidentally met a young boy named Zhang Yang, who claimed to be the top French expert in China, better than native French people, and that anyone could ask him any questions about French.

He even claimed that he understood art, movies, and literature...

Perhaps she was angry at the boy's shameless words, or perhaps she was curious about the young man's identity.

The two began chatting.

Then, she found herself comfortable chatting with the boy.

Although I don't know if she is really as good as she claims, the boy's knowledge is indeed very broad...

Especially the taste for music, art, and literature, it is as if you are chatting with a good friend face to face, and there are always endless topics to talk about.

Gradually, the two sides went from chatting online to talking on the phone.

Sophie was surprised to find that he spoke French fluently, so fluently that if he had not claimed to be Chinese, she would have thought he was a real Frenchman, and a Frenchman who worked in a broadcasting and hosting job.

On the phone, he was always so polite. In addition to talking about literature, they occasionally talked about the magnificent mountains and rivers of China, and he also taught Sophy Chen Chinese seriously.

Sophie was even more surprised to find that this person’s connection between Chinese and French was better than that of the Chinese teachers at the academy!
He always seems to be able to accurately describe some unfamiliar words in Chinese using French...

Gradually, she began to habitually call Zhang Yang every night to chat for a while...

But gradually, she found that Zhang Yang spent less and less time chatting with her!

He seems to be getting busier and busier.

He also said that he was the vice president of a company, and he had to write all the company's operations, planning, personnel, management, and plans by himself...

He also said that he opened a grocery store in real life, and for some reasons, he needed to go to France to buy some goods, but because he was very busy, he couldn't go to France...

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The midday sun shines on this bustling street.

In the sunlight, her long hair is as soft as a waterfall, draped over her shoulders. The slightly curly ends sway gently in the wind, exuding a faint lavender scent.

She was wearing a simple white dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, perfectly highlighting the lines of her slender legs.

Her eyes were bright and deep, as if they contained a sapphire, revealing an indescribable tenderness and wisdom...

At this moment, she was looking at all the onlookers curiously, and suddenly became a little nervous.

"Mr. Zhang Yang, are these people all your friends?"

"They are not friends, but they are a very enthusiastic group of people. Let's go in first."

"Okay."

Sophie stared blankly at the big boy with a gentle smile in the sunshine. Somehow, her fair face became a little more flushed.

He is better looking than in the photo, and seems gentler...

His voice sounded better than on the phone, like a spring breeze blowing across the water, delicate and soft, and unusually recognizable amid the noisy voices.

"This is my friend, his name is Yuan Pan..."

"..."

Zhang Yang brought Sophie into the store. When he saw the stunned fat man at the door, Zhang Yang introduced them in French.

"Hello there!"

"Hello, hello, hello..."

After hearing Sophie's poor Chinese, Fatty Yuan woke up from his dream and was so nervous that he was at a loss. "Don't be nervous. We will sell our products to France in the future. Maybe she can help..."

Zhang Yang patted Fatty Yuan on the shoulder, then took Sophie into the store.

Sophie looked at the grocery store in amazement, at the newly replaced bamboo shelves and the clean environment of the store...

She smelled the fragrance of tea and heard a French song she loved very much...

"Mr. Zhang Yang, is this your grocery store?"

"Yes! Did you see it? This shelf is a unique handicraft of our China. There are no nails or glue on it. It is made of the most complex and exquisite mortise and tenon structure... Did you see that exquisite dragon? That bamboo dragon is the most proud work of our outstanding Chinese artist, Mr. Lu. Every knife mark, every dragon scale, and every tooth mark on it has its unique craftsmanship..."

"..."

Zhang Yang explained the toughness and uses of bamboo, how to integrate it into art and turn it into the most exquisite artwork, and talked about bamboo art, bamboo's gentlemanly way and indomitable spirit, and even talked about environmental protection art...

As Sophie listened, she couldn't help but marvel at the experience. For a time, she was immersed in the "art world" described by Zhang Yang and felt sincere admiration for the Chinese artists.

Afterwards, Zhang Yang took her to the tea table and made her a cup of tea very skillfully and elegantly.

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Outside the grocery store.

The proprietress of [Pei's Hardware Store] stared blankly at the backs of Zhang Yang and the French girl.

Her scolding stopped abruptly.

Her face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

The originally sharp, accusatory, and righteous gaze now became confused, like a sloop that has lost its direction in a storm.

She clutched her clothes tightly, her fingertips turned white, and her body stiffened involuntarily.

In the crowd, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

But, I don’t know why, I can’t say anything.

impossible!
Obviously, I have investigated and found that this man is a high school graduate...

How come he speaks French!
Does he really speak French?
Is he really speaking French?
She finally looked at the photographer, who was also confused. When she looked at reporter Wu Xiuxiu, Wu Xiuxiu was also shocked...

She didn't speak French, but seeing Zhang Yang communicating with the girl so smoothly, she couldn't help but believe that this was true...

After a brief silence, the whole world suddenly became noisy again.

Everyone watched as the truck unloaded items from France one by one, and also watched Zhang Yang chatting happily with the foreign girl...

At this moment, all the rumors, lies, and doubts have disappeared completely.

After a while, several people woke up as if from a dream, and immediately surrounded them, their eyes shining and excitedly asking how much these [French goods] were going to cost...

It was as if he was looking at something rare!

Fatty Yuan opened his mouth...

Look at the goods coming off the truck.

At this moment, he didn't even know the purchase price, so how could he know the selling price?

"Everyone, please don't crowd, slow down, slow down..."

"Sorry, sorry, we'll wait for the goods to be put on the shelves and we'll sell them after we've finished counting..."

“Thank you for your support…”

"We always uphold the concept of honest business and never do anything to deceive the public..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)