Marvel’s Big Villain

Chapter 192 The Hotel Storm! Mona Lisa! (Please subscribe!)

Franklin and the locomotive out of the airport!

The long exit passage was crowded with people who came to pick up the plane. They held up signs with the names of their relatives or customers on them.

Franklin and the locomotive searched all the way, and soon noticed a bright gold sign.

It's not just them, almost everyone who passes by is attracted by this sign because the reflection of the bright gold material is so dazzling.

They also took down the name written on the sign - Mr. Clinton!

Oh, the pick-up cards are so fancy, I bet $20 that Mr. Clinton must be a tasteless upstart.

Tourists passing by think so.

Franklin walked over, took off his oversized sunglasses, and said, "Hey girl! I noticed you!"

The girl holding the sign is blond and blue-eyed, dressed in fashion, with a good figure and appearance, and belongs to the top tier of street photography beauties.

The beauty raised her head, and in front of her stood two black men dressed in similar clothes.

A big gold chain, a big gold watch, a baseball cap, a hip-hop sweater, and an oversized pair of sunglasses on the collar, typical of street black dress.

The beauty frowned, puzzled.

Judging from the conversation between the two on Facebook, Mr. Clinton should be a super rich man, and suits and shoes are his standard.

And this one in front of him doesn't look like a rich man, but looks like a street gangster.

"You don't believe it?" Franklin took out his passport from his pocket.

The beauty took a look, and the doubts in her heart were completely dispelled.

Larry Clinton, that was indeed her client's name.

It seems that there is still a big gap between the real rich and the rich people you imagine.

The beauty returned the passport to him and said apologetically, "Mr. Clinton is very sorry, please come this way."

Franklin took back his passport and followed her: "You are Helen."

Helen nodded and smiled: "Helen Daisy, a native of Los Angeles, is currently studying at the Ecole Normale Supérieure de Paris."

"Well, not bad, good school." Franklin pretended to say.

In fact, he even heard the name of this school for the first time.

When the two met for the first time, they were chatting awkwardly with each other, and the locomotive rolled his eyes.

Brother Xiaofu's skills in picking up girls are too bad, no wonder he always likes to play in clubs, because the girls there don't need to be teased, just give money directly.

The three walked to the parking lot, and a black Mercedes-Benz sedan was parked in the parking space.

"Mr. Clinton, this is the car you asked me to rent." Helen took out the key and said, "You drive, or I drive?"

Now Franklin has no interest in Mercedes-Benz cars at all, "Go ahead and put your luggage at the hotel first."

"OK!

The two put their luggage in the back row, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Through the car window, a modern high-rise building, an ancient Gothic building, and a charming cityscape appeared in front of the two of them.

They looked at each other with a smile on their lips.

Paris, the fashion capital.

we are coming!

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An hour later, the three drove to the Four Seasons Hotel Paris.

The hotel was not booked by Franklin, but by Helen.

All he has to do is to reveal to Helen: Brother is not bad for money, how to get food, drink and entertainment as expensive as possible.

So, Helen booked the Four Seasons Hotel, one of the top hotels in Paris.

The location of the hotel is impeccable, close to the banks of the Seine, with a beautiful view of Paris from the terrace.

The hotel is not far from the shopping paradise Champs-Elysees, and the Eiffel Tower, the iconic French building, is only 2 kilometers away.

Top-level hotels are naturally worth a lot of money. In the off-season, the low-cost hotel room is as high as 2,000 US dollars a night, and the luxury suite is more than 3,000 US dollars.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped at the entrance of the lobby, and immediately a waiter in a neat suit came over to open the door.

The three got out of the car, handed the keys and luggage to the waiter, and then walked into the luxurious and elegant hotel lobby overflowing with flowers.

Helen took their passports to check in, while Franklin and the locomotive sat in the lounge area and waited.

A handsome waiter stepped forward, serving fresh fruit and macarons on a silver tray.

The locomotive lifted Erlang's legs and ate fruit cake, like a nouveau riche entering the city, attracting the attention of the beauties around him.

In fact, I can't blame him. After all, he was only a coolie at the bottom of society more than half a year ago, and a person's behavior and habits for many years cannot be changed in just a few months.

"Brother Xiao Fu, look." The locomotive said with a smile, not knowing what he saw.

Franklin has been with Jason for the longest time, and although his demeanor is not a gentleman, at least he is not embarrassing.

He looked up and saw a lot of blond and blue-eyed beauties standing at the front desk of the hotel.

There were several grandfather-level local tyrants standing beside them, all of them white-haired and worth a lot of money.

Franklin glanced at it and lost interest.

This situation is normal in any country.

A few minutes later, Helen walked over quickly and said with an embarrassed expression: "Mr. Clinton, I'm very sorry. The presidential suite was taken away."

Franklin frowned, "What does it mean to be robbed."

Helen hurriedly explained: "I had booked the presidential suite before, but the front desk of the hotel said that an important guest is coming today, so..."

"So the reserved presidential suite will be given to the important guest." Franklin said with a smile.

Seeing Franklin's dissatisfaction, Helen hurriedly said, "Mr. Clinton, the hotel said that they can give away two breakfast coupons, worth $200."

Franklin narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

His eldest is the richest man in the world, and he is worth more than a billion dollars. Will he care about the $200 breakfast coupon?

Helen added: "If you are not satisfied, we can also change to other hotels. There are many top hotels in Paris."

Franklin sighed and waved his hand casually: "Forget it, let's book another suite."

Hearing this, Helen thanked her with a smile on her face, and then ran to check in.

"Brother Fu, it seems that not only the staff here, but even the owner of this hotel has no eyesight." The locomotive glanced around the crowd with an unhappy expression.

Whether it was the hotel staff or the tourists staying, they looked at the two with a trace of contempt and discrimination in their expressions and eyes.

This made the locomotive, who has always been sensitive to skin color problems, immediately noticed.

"Yeah." Franklin's face was also slightly angry, "Before leaving, I have to give him a cool gift."

"Well, it must."

In a few words, two big villains sentenced the hotel to death.

After completing the check-in, the three were led by the waiter to the luxury suite on the upper floor, and their luggage and car keys were quickly delivered.

Helen showed a charming smile and asked, "Mr. Clinton, do you need a break in the morning? If not, I can take you to the Champs-Elysees."

Franklin sat on the sofa, shook his head and said, "I'll visit the Fragrance Street later. Since I'm in Paris, I first have to see the historical sites."

Helen looked surprised, you two don't seem to be the kind of people who are elegant.

Soon, her expression returned to normal, and she smiled: "Okay, we will go to the Louvre Museum in the morning, Notre Dame Cathedral in the afternoon, and the Eiffel Tower in the evening!"

Franklin nodded and said, "Yes, I am very satisfied with this arrangement!"

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After a short rest, the three went downstairs to the parking lot, and then drove to the Louvre.

The Louvre is the first of the four major museums in the world. It was built in 1204. It was originally the royal palace of France, and 50 French kings and queens once lived there.

The Louvre has been converted into a museum since 1793, housing more than 400,000 art collections, most of which were looted.

After parking the car, the three walked to the Louvre Square.

There is a famous glass pyramid building in the square, designed by the Chinese architect I.M. Pei, and it is one of the must-check spots for tourists from all over the world when they come to France.

The three of them took a group photo in front of the glass pyramid, and then lined up to buy tickets to enter the Louvre.

Helen dutifully acted as a tour guide, introducing them to the history of the Louvre and the origins of various collections.

After walking for less than half an hour, the locomotive yawned.

He asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiao Fu, do you understand these things? Why do I get sleepy the more I look at it?"

Franklin rubbed his eyes, nodded and said, "Me too. You talk about these sculptures, what's so good about paintings."

The locomotive felt the same way: "Yes, look at the sculptures of naked men. They are not exquisite at all, and they are not as good as imitation dolls."

As the two walked, they communicated in a low voice.

The people who come here are all arty people. If they hear these conversations, they will probably be scolded to death.

Helen, who was walking in front, did not hear the whispers of the two, and continued to introduce: "Although the Louvre Museum has many collections, there are only three most precious collections, which are called the three treasures of the town hall!"

The three treasures of the town hall!

This word made them a little interested: "Which Three Treasures?"

Helen replied: "Sculpture "Venus of Milo" and "Victory" and paint "Mona Lisa"!"

Hearing this, the two looked at each other in awe.

Even rough people like them have heard of the name "Mona Lisa".

"Miss Helen, take us to see "Mona Lisa"!"

Helen smiled and said, "Yes, it's right in front."

After walking for a few minutes, the three finally saw the priceless picture.

Stopped to appreciate it for a long time~www.novelmt.com~ Franklin suddenly asked, "Is this painting authentic?"

Helen replied: "It should be authentic. But there are many rumors about the truth and falsehood of "Mona Lisa", and only people in the museum know whether it is true or false."

Franklin then asked, "How much is the painting worth?"

Even in the famous "Mona Lisa", Franklin couldn't appreciate her beauty, and only by direct evaluation can let a layman like him understand the value of the masterpiece.

Helen laughed: "The painting is valued at $830 million, but unless the French government is out of its mind, it will not sell this masterpiece for this amount of money."

"$830 million, so cheap." Franklin frowned and muttered softly.

Forget it, take this painting back and give it to the boss, as a full moon gift for the two children.

Hanging the "Mona Lisa" at home is such a shame.

(End of this chapter)