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The third day after the Paris attacks.

The cordon on the streets has not yet been lifted.

The area around Bataclan concert hall was completely cordoned off by police, and more and more flowers and candles appeared outside the cordon.

People from all over France spontaneously gathered here to mourn the dead and pray for the injured who are still receiving treatment in the hospital.

Chen Mo had originally planned to leave Paris that morning.

Before their departure, the Chinese Embassy in France sent someone to the hotel.

The delegation was led by a ministerial-level counselor in his forties.

After the two sides met, he first confirmed the safety of Chen Mo and his entourage, and then, on behalf of the embassy, ​​expressed his condolences to the Chinese security personnel who participated in the rescue.

"After the incident, the embassy contacted the French government immediately."

The counselor handed Chen Mo an official document.

"We have learned about the events that unfolded at the Bataclan concert hall."

"In extremely dangerous circumstances, you and your team assisted in evacuating the public and transferring the wounded, buying valuable time for the French police."

"The courage and sense of responsibility you have shown have earned the respect of Chinese citizens."

"After review by the embassy, ​​it has been decided to issue a commendation to you and the Chinese personnel involved in the operation."

Chen Mo took the document.

The paper was printed with the red heading of the Chinese Embassy in France, and below it was a detailed record of Chen Mo's team's participation in the rescue efforts.

Wei Shan, Qin Feng, and several security personnel involved in on-site coordination and the transfer of the injured were all listed among them.

"The relevant materials have also been submitted back to China."

The counselor continued.

Whether a higher level of recognition will be given in the future depends on domestic research.

"However, the ambassador asked me to tell you this."

"No matter what your status is when you come to France, if you encounter any difficulties, the Chinese Embassy will always be a place where you can seek help."

These words warmed Chen Mo's heart.

He has hundreds of billions of dollars in assets in the international capital market and can also mobilize resources for Grant and European families.

Standing on foreign soil, hearing those words still evokes a completely different feeling.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo said solemnly.

"Please also convey to the ambassador that all the Chinese personnel who participated in the operation last night will receive a reward for their contributions to the cause upon returning home."

"I will take full responsibility for the treatment, rehabilitation, and family support of the injured."

The counselor nodded.

He then glanced at Lu Jingyi standing next to Chen Mo, smiled, and left.

……

10:30 a.m.

Chen Mo and his group left the hotel.

After two days of inspection and maintenance, the Gulfstream G650ER has completed its pre-flight preparations.

French official protection personnel were responsible for escorting the passengers from the hotel to the airport.

Grant's team sealed off the area around the hangar in advance, while Wei Shan and Qin Feng completed the inspections of the vehicles, luggage, and cabin, respectively.

When the convoy arrived at the business jet terminal, several vehicles were already waiting outside the tarmac.

Arthur Grant was the first to approach.

His private plane will return to London in two hours.

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I still feel that I should personally see you off."

Arthur and Chen Mo hugged.

"Otherwise, I'm worried you'll think the Grant family doesn't know how to thank their saviors."

"I've said it many times already."

"Language is clearly insufficient."

Arthur took a half step back.

"The European board of Grant Bank has approved a new cooperation mandate."

"Grant can provide the highest level of settlement, custody and financing support for any energy, mineral or industrial asset transactions that Genesis undertakes within Europe."

"As long as the project itself passes risk control, it no longer needs to be reported to London level by level."

The true value of this authorization cannot be measured in money.

Many energy and industrial projects in Europe have complex debt structures.

Without local banks to provide settlement, custody, and bridge financing, even if Creation has sufficient funds, it will be difficult to complete the transaction in a short period of time.

"The Creation Society will remember Grant's sincerity."

"I hope you remember Arthur."

Arthur corrected him.

"Make friends first, then do business."

Chen Mo smiled.

"it is good."

Standing behind Arthur was the old man from a Swiss industrial family.

His granddaughter is still under observation in the hospital and did not come with him.

The old man handed a very thin file bag to Lu Jingyi.

Inside is a list of some of the properties held by the family office in Europe.

Power equipment, industrial insurance, precision manufacturing, and automotive parts.

Behind each company is a contact person who can be reached directly.

"This is not an investment commitment."

"That's what the old man said."

"However, everyone on the list will listen carefully to your cooperation proposal."

For Creation, being able to sit at the negotiating table is enough.

Many long-established European companies are not short of funds.

Their reasons for rejecting foreign capital are often simply unfamiliarity and distrust.

This list helped Genesis overcome the most difficult hurdle.

Lu Jingyi took the document.

"Creation will not let you down."

"I believe it."

The old man looked at Chen Mo one last time.

"After Emma wakes up, ask me to pass on a message to you."

She said that once she recovers, she will personally go to China to thank you.

"You're welcome anytime."

Antoine also arrived at the airport.

He delivered a letter of thanks from the President's office on behalf of the French government.

In addition, there was a card with only a personal number written on it.

"You can contact me directly using this number."

Antoine said.

"From now on, if you encounter any problems in France, you will no longer need to go through an intermediary."

Just then, another black sedan drove into the business jet terminal.

The car door opened.

Eloise came downstairs accompanied by her father.

Her face was still a little pale, her left wrist was wrapped in gauze, and she was wearing a large beige coat.

After the attack, her father originally hoped she would stay in the hospital for further observation.

Eloise, however, insisted on coming to the airport.

"List."

She called out from afar, and her pace noticeably quickened.

The father followed behind without stopping them.

After waking up yesterday, Eloise had heard the whole story from different people.

Eloise came up to Chen Mo.

"I thought I wouldn't make it."

Chen Mo responded, "Your body should continue to rest."

"That's what the doctor said too."

She didn't care at all.

"But you're leaving France today."

"If I don't come, I don't know when we'll see each other again."

Eloise has the typical French girl look.

She had long brown hair draped over her shoulders, fair skin, and a high nose bridge.

The lingering fear from last night hadn't completely faded from her eyes, yet when she looked at Chen Mo, she made no attempt to hide her closeness and affection.

"Can I come to China to see you once I've recovered?"

"certainly."

"Will you personally show me around Beijing?"

Before Chen Mo could answer, Lu Jingyi had already walked to his side.

She naturally took Chen Mo's arm.

"If Miss Eloise comes to China, we will host you together."

"Beijing, Hong Kong, or Changhu are all fine."

Her tone was polite, and she even had a slight smile on her face.

Eloise's gaze fell on the two's clasped arms, then she looked up at Lu Jingyi.

"Is Miss Lu Chen's girlfriend?"

Lu Jingyi turned her head and calmly glanced at Chen Mo.

His gaze was extremely dangerous.

Chen Mo coughed lightly.

"Yes, she is one of the most important people to me."

Lu Jingyi's lips curled up slightly.

Eloise, however, keenly noticed one of them.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it quickly returned to its bright state.

"Then I still have a chance."

This time, even her father couldn't help but speak up.

"Elois".

"Father, the French should express their feelings honestly."

She answered confidently.

After speaking, Eloise stepped forward and gently approached Chen Mo.

"Thank you for saving me. Next time you come to Paris, I'll show you the real Paris."

After she let go, she did not make any more intimate moves.

He simply placed a card with a private number on it into Chen Mo's palm.

Lu Jingyi looked at the card silently and did not stop it.

After Eloise returned to her father's side, she leaned close to Chen Mo's ear and whispered, "Mr. Chen's romantic luck has spread from China all the way to France."

"The plane is about to take off."

Chen Mo changed the subject quite naturally.

Lu Jingyi gave a soft hum, still holding his arm.

Several European family representatives stood outside the tarmac, watching this scene with smiles on their faces.

……

11:20 a.m.

The Gulfstream G650ER has completed its takeoff.

The plane broke through the clouds and flew southeast.

Chen Mo sat by the window, watching Paris gradually disappear beneath the sea of ​​clouds.

His first memories of this city did not include the Eiffel Tower, the Seine River at night, or the Champs-Élysées.

There were only explosions, gunshots, blood, and the constant wailing of sirens.

Chen Mo only relaxed after the plane entered stable cruising.

Lu Jingyi was looking through the documents left by the European family across from her.

When she looked up, she found that Chen Mo had already closed his eyes.

"Flatten the seat."

She gave the instructions to the flight attendant in a low voice.

The cabin lights were dimmed.

Lu Jingyi covered Chen Mo with a thin blanket and then put away the documents on the table.

Chen Mo did not sleep soundly.

At first, he just frowned.

A dozen minutes later, his breathing became rapid, and his fingers gripped the blanket tightly.

In the dream, the sounds of gunfire from Bataclan mingled with the crashing sounds from Long Lake Street.

An out-of-control truck ran a red light.

Xu Qing reached out and hugged him.

Outside the side entrance of the concert hall, people were crying and running forward.

The gunshots grew closer.

Eloise was swallowed up by the crowd.

Zhou Zheng's face was covered in blood, but he still gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The scenes kept changing.

Chen Mo knew perfectly well what was going to happen next, but no matter what, he couldn't say a word.

"Chen Mo."

Someone called his name in his ear.

"Wake up."

Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

The cabin was quiet.

There were no gunshots.

There was no violent impact.

Only the engine's steady low hum could be heard.

Lu Jingyi sat beside him, holding his wrist with one hand.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Chen Mo's breathing slowed down for a few seconds.

"I dreamt of a concert hall."

"And that car accident."

Lu Jingyi looked at the cold sweat on his forehead but didn't say that those things were in the past.

She knew that for those who experienced it firsthand, some scenes wouldn't disappear immediately just because the danger was over.

"come over."

She reached out and pulled Chen Mo into her arms.

Chen Mo's cheek was pressed against her chest, and the soft touch made his body stiffen slightly.

A delicate fragrance lingers around the tip of the nose.

"Mr. Lu, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Shut up."

Lu Jingyi wrapped one arm around his shoulder and gently stroked his hair with the other.

"sleep."

Chen Mo did not continue to act tough.

He adjusted his posture and reached out to hug Lu Jingyi's slender waist.

He was enveloped in a soft embrace and a familiar fragrance.

The plane experienced occasional slight turbulence.

Lu Jingyi's hand gently stroked his hair intermittently.

Chen Mo closed his eyes again.

This time, there were no trucks and no gunfire.

His breathing gradually became steady.

Lu Jingyi looked down at the man in her arms and pulled the blanket up a little.

"Go to sleep."

She said softly.

"I'll be here before I go back to Hong Kong."

……

At the same time.

Several French media outlets have published investigative reports on the Bataclan rescue operation.

A photo taken after the attack began to spread rapidly online.

The photo shows the hotel courtyard crowded with rescued people and medical staff.

A young Asian man stands at the edge of the crowd, talking to French official protection officers.

The camera was too far away to see anything other than a blurry profile.

No media outlets know his full name.

The report only mentioned that he was a Chinese investor.

French television reconstructed the entire rescue timeline in a special program.

The host then focused the camera on that blurry photo.

A title appears at the bottom of the screen.

A mysterious young Chinese man opens the door to life for Bataclan ahead of schedule.

Soon, the report was reprinted by media outlets in Britain, Germany, Switzerland, and China.

The whole world is searching for the young man in the photo.