I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 309 Invitation

"Isabelle!"

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, I just, I just... hahahaha, I really couldn't help it."

Adjani laughed particularly loudly on the phone.

Although she kept apologizing, Liu Jin couldn't understand the meaning of her apology at all.

Liu Jin finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Isabel, you have to believe me, I am loyal to you."

The laughter abruptly stopped.

But instead, another loud burst of laughter followed.

It seems that Adjani has other people with her.

"Amos, there are two Isabelles here. Which one are you referring to?"

A woman's voice rang out.

Liu Jin was taken aback, but immediately realized what he meant and said, "Bonjour, Ms. Isabelle Huppert."

"Hahaha!"

Laughter erupted everywhere.

Unfortunately, Isabelle Adjani was among Liu Jin's French lovers.

The reason is simple: they have no relationship, so why should Amos give the adaptation rights of "Amélie" to Adjani?

It's actually a bit of a quid pro quo.

After all, Liu Jin was only somewhat famous when his novel was sold to Isabelle Adjani.

Honestly, if it weren't for Isabelle Adjani's strong support in the beginning, Amélie wouldn't have become a hit so quickly.

But the media doesn't care about these things; they only care about attracting attention.

Another piece of evidence is that Isabelle Adjani's directorial debut, *Margot*, had a budget of 12 million francs but only grossed $240,000 at the box office. Given that performance, the fact that Liu Jin dared to give Adjani *Amélie* speaks volumes.

Isabelle Adjani has now shot herself in the foot.

After a moment, Adjani smiled and said, "Alright, my loyal Amos, are you free tomorrow at noon?"

"There's a high probability, but I'm going to look at houses this afternoon."

"Looking at houses? Are you planning to settle in Paris?"

"No, no, no, it's just buying a house, a place to settle down."

Otherwise, I would have to stay in a hotel every time I come to Paris, which is always a bit inconvenient.

It's inconvenient, and look what happened – the French son-in-law has become a French heartbreaker!

Where do you plan to buy it?

"Do you know Mahai District?"

"Oh, of course I know. The scenery there is beautiful, and it's very quiet. Most importantly, it has preserved the Parisian atmosphere of the early 19th century. It's a great place. If you were to sell a house there, it would be perfect for creating art."

"Not necessarily. I heard it's a bit expensive. I plan to wait and see."

"how much is it?"

180 euros.

"Oh, that's not exactly cheap... but it's a matter of opinion."

If you like it, just buy it. Houses there won't depreciate in value; in fact, they'll likely become more expensive over time. It's worth buying.

Liu Jin didn't know much about Paris in the future.

However, the Marais district, as the only place in Paris that has preserved the Parisian landscape as described by Balzac, should have investment value.

Adjani also said the environment was nice, so it must be nice.

Liu Jin thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for your suggestion. I will consider it carefully."

"Okay, how about Italian food at Rue de Bellechasse, Gioia for lunch tomorrow?"

"I have no problem."

"It's settled then, see you tomorrow."

Adjani hung up the phone.

Liu Jin shrugged and then answered a few missed calls on his phone.

There was Ms. Irene from Midnight Publishing House, the editor-in-chief of Hachette, and several other people Liu Jin knew in Paris, including François-Henri Pinault.

Henry made some jokes about Liu Jin on the phone.

This kind of thing is really nothing.

Love between men and women is consensual, and each party gets what they need.

At least, it's not against fn's will.

Henry invited Liu Jin to attend Gucci's New Year's fashion show in January next year.

But Liu Jin declined.

Next year, he will most likely be interning at America.

At first, Henry thought he was going there to develop his career, but when he heard Liu Jin say it was just an internship, he couldn't help but complain.

"Amos, you don't consider me a friend."

"Huh?" "Internship company? Why didn't you tell me? Isn't Gucci worth interning at? Or are Boucheron and Printemps not enough to entice you?"

amount……

Liu Jin slapped his forehead!
He had truly forgotten about Henry.

Yeah, if I had just told Henry I could have worked at his company for a few months, wouldn't that have been enough?

I believe Henry wouldn't treat him like a beast of burden.

What a blunder! What a blunder!

The two chatted for a while longer and made plans to have dinner together before hanging up the phone.

Fortunately, it was only a 20-minute newspaper. If it were a national newspaper like Figaro, my parents would probably have heard about it today.

However, it shouldn't be a big problem.

At least Heidi's age is within her mother's acceptable range.

She was only two years older than Liu Jin.

……

Liu Jin originally planned for Yorkroai to come out in the afternoon.

But Chloe had something to do.

She is involved in a murder case.

This time, however, she was not on the side of justice, but rather serving the suspect.

Fortunately, she wasn't the lawyer in charge of the case, but only assisting. Even so, there were still many things to handle.

Having no other choice, Liu Jin had to go out alone.

However, when he left, he transferred the room fee to his account at the counter.

He was practically a regular at Athena's place.

So I only filled out one check and the procedure was completed smoothly.

I had a simple lunch on the street, then, with my backpack on, I strolled out like a tourist.

Today's destination is the Louvre.

He's preparing for The Da Vinci Code.

That's right, this is one of his tasks for next year.

In fact, since the second half of this year, he has bought many books on cryptography and symbology and has gained a lot from them.

I spent the entire afternoon inside the Louvre.

When it was closing time, I slowly left with the crowd.

A heavy snowfall last night caused temperatures to plummet in Paris.

As night fell, ice formed on the ground.

Don't overestimate French public service institutions; sometimes, they can be so lazy that it will leave you speechless.

Liu Jin sat down on the steps of the Louvre Square.

Looking at the glass pyramid from afar, my thoughts drifted a little.

Just then, the phone rang.

Liu Jin took out his phone, glanced at it, and then answered the call.

"Mr. Lu?"

"Hey, Xiao Liu, I saw in the newspaper that you came to Paris."

In the newspaper?
Liu Jin's face darkened.

It seems that only Le Parisien and Twenty Minutes, the Parisian newspapers today, have reported on his activities in Paris.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

In organizations like theirs, people must read newspapers every day.

Moreover, government agencies like those probably wouldn't read those incredibly boring tabloids.

Liu Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "Yes, it arrived last night."

"free tonight?"

"I'm free right now, I'm here in the Louvre Square."

"Do you know Montmartre?"

"Of course!"

"There's a nice Vietnamese restaurant over here, my treat, how about it?"

"my pleasure!"

Liu Jin replied with a smile, then asked Mr. Lu to send him the address via text message before hanging up the phone.

Mr. Lu is looking for me. Is there something you need?
He muttered to himself.

……

(End of this chapter)