I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 3 Adam

Chapter 3 Adam
Ding dong!

The bell hanging on the door of the coffee shop rang.

Several people walked in from outside.

Brown skin, a bit like black people, but not pure black people.

Not black enough!

"Emily, four cups of coffee."

The leader was a handsome young man.

A very handsome one indeed.

He should be considered white, but not obviously white enough.

He's not short, about 1.80 meters tall, a bit like... Brad Pitt.

He greeted Emily with a smile, and then they sat at the dining table by the window and whispered to each other.

Liu Jin looked at them and then at Emily.

Emily opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out.

But Liu Jin could still see the clues from her lip shape.

Les malfaiteurs.

criminal!

Liu Jin's head buzzed and he instinctively wanted to turn his head again, but he stopped himself.

He secretly made a pistol gesture.

【criminal?】

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Emily nodded and lowered her head to prepare coffee.

Liu Jin thought about it and walked out with the coffee.

"Dadong, do you want to eat anything?"

He spoke Chinese, and several of the guys turned their heads to look at him.

Dadong and others shook their heads.

Instead, Zhao Qian turned around and asked, "Can I order another cup of coffee?"

"it is good!"

Liu Jin agreed, then turned around and said to Emily, "A cup of cappuccino."

This time, he used English.

Emily was a little confused, but she didn't say anything and just nodded in agreement.

Liu Jin sat directly next to the dining table on the other side.

A few people looked at Liu Jin a few times, and then spoke a few words in French. Seeing that Liu Jin did not respond, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ignore the lemon head. How about the girl by the door?"

"Judging from her attire, it should be possible."

“Nishani has been saying let’s get some Asians, and I think this will do.

Adam, you and Enver stay here and keep an eye on him... and keep in touch with us. If we get a chance, we'll do it. It has to be done cleanly. Once we get her, send her to Nishani immediately and settle the bill with him while we're at it."

"it's me again?"

"Hey, you're our Leonardo after all."

"All right!"

They didn't deliberately lower their voices.

But it's not very big.

Liu Jin hesitated and was not far from them, so he heard it clearly.

These people's accents are heavier than his.

But he could actually understand...

Goldfinger?

It doesn’t mean that there are cheat codes for rebirth or time travel.

So, my golden finger is proficiency in French?
Liu Jin feels that his current French level is definitely at the C2 level.

Moreover, his English has also improved.

But he is not particularly clear about what level he has reached.

At this time, Emily brought the coffee and placed it on the dining table.

The four men teased her a few more times, but seeing Emily's gloomy face, they shut up.

"Damn bitch, if it weren't for Nicole, I would have fucked her a long time ago."

"Shut up! There's a union behind Nicole. If you don't want to be in trouble with the union, don't mess around."

A man stood up and patted the handsome young man Adam.

"keep in touch."

"no problem!"

He left with someone.

Adam chatted with Enver next to him for a few words, picked up the coffee cup and walked out.

Liu Jin also finished his coffee and walked to the counter to pay.

"Be careful with your companions, they are very bad."

"I know!"

Liu Jin smiled and nodded, then swiped his card and left.

"Liu Jin, where's the coffee I ordered?"

As soon as I went out, I heard Zhao Qian say.

Liu Jin's face darkened and he said, "Just wait."

After saying that, he left.

But he did not return to Dadong and the others, but sat opposite Pierre.

"May I?"

Lao Pi looked up and saw that it was Liu Jin, so he smiled and nodded.

"Why don't you go back to your friends?"

"Haha, you are the principal, and I will need your care in the future. Of course I have to come over and say hello to you."

"Vice Principal, Vice Principal." Who says foreigners don't have unspoken rules in the workplace?
When he was called vice principal, Lao Pi smiled happily.

Liu Jin took the opportunity to chat with him.

It was at this time that Adam walked to Zhao Qian, greeted her, and sat down.

And Zhao Qian's previous coldness disappeared in an instant.

She smiled and talked to Adam.

Zhao Qian doesn't speak French, but her English is very good, and her level is comparable to Liu Sisi's.

Liu Sisi is a college student and seems to have passed the IELTS.

How many points exactly?
Liu Jin forgot, but it was very good anyway.

They are an interesting group, too.

Coming to France to study, two are excellent in English and one is proficient in French.

The person who is proficient in French is not Liu Jin.

When he first came to France, he didn't know a word.

Together with Dadong and Sun Yue, they are called the Three Wastes.

Yang Dongqi speaks the best French.

Because before studying abroad, he worked as a French translator in a government agency.

"Principal, I just heard the coffee girl inside say that there's a major railway strike in Paris today."

"Yeah, I heard that too." This time, Pierre did not correct Liu Jin's slip of the tongue, but his attitude was very kind.

"But don't worry, Qiao An just called and said that a driver has been transferred from Toulouse."

"So when are we leaving?"

"Let's go when Joan comes back."

Liu Jin and Pierre chatted for a few more words and secretly glanced at Zhao Qian and Adam.

Enver didn't come out and stayed in the coffee shop.

In just a few moments, Zhao Qian and Adam were already chatting enthusiastically.

At this time, Liu Jin saw Liu Sisi looking at him.

After breakfast and some rest, she looked much better.

Liu Jin smiled at her and turned to continue chatting with Pierre.

"Principal, where are we?"

"Place de la Bastille... We're going to Gare de Lyon later. It's very close to here."

"La Prise de la Bastille? (The Storming of the Bastille)"

Liu Jin blurted out.

Pierre was startled, then reacted immediately.

He smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, La Prise de la Bastille."

As he spoke, he pointed in a direction.

"But the Bastille is gone. Now there's only the Place de la Bastille... It's a pity we don't have enough time, otherwise we could take a walk."

"Yes, it is indeed a pity."

Liu Jin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

It was a special supply of cigarettes that he found in the old man's closet.

"Principal, do you smoke?"

At that time, smoking was not yet banned in France.

Pierre smiled and nodded.

"Huaguo cigarettes, even though they don't have a brand, they are specially supplied and can't be found on the market."

"Really? Then I'll try it."

He took the cigarette and lit it.

While chatting with Liu Jin, he was smoking.

"I'm really nervous. I also want to see the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and Notre Dame..."

"The Louvre is indeed nice and worth a visit. But what's so good about Notre Dame?"

"Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris, Esmeralda, Quasimodo. I'm also a literature lover, so I have to go and see it."

Pierre frowned.

"What Quasimodo, what Esmeralda? Liu, what are you talking about?"

"I'll say it again..."

A thought suddenly flashed through Liu Jin's mind.

"Notre Dame de Paris is such a great building, isn't there anyone who has written a literary work about it?"

“There are some poems, but literary works… I don’t think there are any.

It's a church, albeit one with a much older history. It was originally a temple built by Emperor Tiberius during the Roman Empire. Later, the Franks converted to Christianity and built a church on the temple's foundations... Later, Pope Alexander III presided over the construction of Notre Dame Cathedral.

Its most famous is probably the Notre Dame Choir.

But as for literary works, well! As far as I can remember, there really aren't any books related to it."

So, no "The Hunchback of Notre Dame"?

"Have you heard of Hugo?"

"Hugo?"

Pierre looked confused.

He tried to recall, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it. What does it do?"

"Well, a poet."

"Hahaha, that must be a lousy third-rate poet."

Mr. Hugo, if you know what happened in the underworld, please don't blame me.

It's not me who said that, it's you French people who said that...

"Then, maybe I remembered it wrongly?"