Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

I'm Simon Xiao, please pick up Mr. Jigler for me. Simon looked out the office window.In this gray evening, the sky is beginning to darken.Although there is still a month to go, London can already smell the smell of Christmas.In the corner of Harold, the festive atmosphere with lights and festoons can be seen from the windows with rain patterns.It won't be long before the creative department starts planning an annual four-hour marathon lunch-and-party, after which the company will gradually go into hibernation until early January when it comes back to life.In the past, Simon would use this time off to do something.He thought that this year, he was going to take a long vacation like everyone else, maybe longer, when he heard a click on the other end of the phone.

OK, what's the matter?Ji Gele's voice sounded like a slap in the face. how are you bob extremely busy. Glad to hear you were joking.Tell me, what's your program between Christmas and early January?Going to ski in Vail?To ride the wind and waves in the Caribbean?Or take a pottery class in New Mexico? . What are you doing? I want to meet you, but hopefully during that quietest time of the year when there aren't a hundred other things waiting for you. meet?Can't you talk on the fucking phone? Bob, that's not the same as face to face.You know.I'm talking about something personal.

The other party didn't speak, but Ji Gele's curiosity could be heard.In his dictionary, a personal matter has only two meanings: a career change or a serious illness. Simon, what do you think?Are you ok? Bob, I think it's ok!But we need to talk.How about December 27th?That way you still have time for Christmas. While looking at his diary, Ji Gele thought to himself, then his career has changed.No problem, December 27th is fine, where is it? We have to meet other people and this is the ideal place.I'll book the Clareridge Hotel for you. Tell them to remember to turn up the goddamn heat.

For the second time in a few days, Simon felt both nervous and excited as he embarked on a new life.He has made up his mind to run the hotel, and has already made an appointment with Ji Gele.Jordan, the third member of the meeting, it is best not to tell him at this time.He was never good at keeping secrets, especially at Annabelle's Bar.where is he going for christmasMaybe go hunting in Wilshire?Unless he is invited to Mustique (Note: Mustique, the island of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, is part of the Grenadines.).Simon made a note of this, to figure out where Jordan was going for Christmas, and then back to the press release he was drafting for his departure from London.

As long as the senior executives of listed advertising companies make a huge change, the follow-up development is always worth watching.The change must not be too large, otherwise the stock price will plummet, and rival companies will spend more effort to poach customers.From another perspective, a departing executive will want his departure to be seen as a personally positive act.Therefore, even if it is a successful resignation, there are still interests involved.Agencies must mitigate the impact of losing senior executives who don't want to be labeled as useless redundancies. The professional press often publishes unbelievable hyperbole and pictures of people grinning stiffly to show that everyone is having a good time.Simon had always thought that was pointless, but now it looks like the tactic is working for clients and industry practitioners alike.He jotted down the necessary clichés such as effective management team, close contact with advertising agencies, etc., and saw where to put them in the press release.

He decided to use Europe as his excuse.Just like other previous advertisers, he can use the pretense of solving difficulties and seeking mergers and acquisitions to seek greater development for the group.In this way, it is enough to explain the vacancy of such a position.At the same time, he can handle the hotel affairs in a low-key manner. In the blink of an eye, it will be six months later.When the time comes, the industry starts talking about other people again.The advertising world has never had the habit of sustaining attention. There was a knock on the door, and Simon hurriedly put the press release in his folder and looked up.

Ennis said: Good day, young lad.may i excuse you Well, come in!How's it going?Ennis has just arrived in Belize for a few days, playing the role of a student with all his heart, wearing a scarf and carrying a small brown buckskin schoolbag. Darling, I am so tired that my limbs are weak.Four hours of schooling with Miss Tumplop is literally draining me.But my study has made great progress.She said my musical ear helped a lot.Ennis twisted his neck and let the scarf drop to his knees.Obviously, my vowels are exceptional. Well, I've always envied your vowel. According to Miss Downlop, very few people can pronounce the u in French correctly.Ennis leaned on the arm of the sofa.Anyway, I'm not bothering you with my studies, but I have an idea.

Simon took a cigar from the cigarette case on the table and leaned back. You remember saying it was important to have the mayor on our side when the hotel opened?It occurred to me, just an idea, but not bad.I was thinking, we could have a Christmas party.Of course the mayor, his wife, the nice Mr. Blank, and a local or two.Nicole can advise us on the invite list.In this way, on the one hand, we can show our favor to them, a kind of genuine communion, just let them understand what we are going to do.I guess it could be called public relations. Simon nodded.It sounds reasonable.It's probably kind of fun.Have you thought about where we could do it?

Where else?Naturally, in a hotel.This is our first party. Simon thought of bare stones, holes in walls, and the poet Mistral.Well, it's going to be very cold, and it's likely to freeze people up.It was a construction site, but not a hotel. Ennis said: Ah, you really have no imagination at all.You're pretty flirtatious, if you'll let me say so. I can't cultivate any sentimentality when I'm cold.I remember one of my honeymoon Zermoti?Yes, it was Jamai, it was a disaster. Ennis looked rather unimpressed.I think it's your wife's unbearable temper, not the weather.He scoffed at her.Anyway, I won't let you freeze.I promise you that.Then we'll have blinds.The festive logs will be sizzling and sizzling in the fireplace.There were coals burning in the brazier, and candles burning on the stones, and there was plenty to eat, and lots and lots of drink, and it was all very pleasant.there is another thing

Simon raised his hands in surrender, Ennis? How about it? What a great idea! Later that night, when the last meeting was over, the whistle of the cleaning crew replaced the ringing phone, and Simon called Nicole.Ennis had already talked to her. Simon asked her opinion.What do you think? The whole village is already talking.The notary's secretary told the pastry chef, and the pastry chef told the mayor's wife, and everyone knew there was going to be a new proprietor.It would be great if you could meet them and tell them what you're up to.Ennis was right. Who should we invite?everyone?There's always going to be trouble, you leave someone out, and they get upset.

Nicole smiled and said: Honey, no matter what you do, someone will be dissatisfied. Those villagers? No, I wasn't thinking of them.You will bring jobs and wealth to the village.It's other people who think they discovered Provence, like the Parisians, the English, and some of them don't want to change. Simon thought for a moment.Maybe it is.He didn't know Parisians well, but he remembered the mentality of some British immigrants who frequented restaurants when he was a waiter in Nice.They usually proudly complain about the high level of consumption and the tourists, forgetting that they are tourists themselves.He also remembered that their tips were so small that they were memorable.So French waiters try to avoid serving them. He said: No matter what, we have to invite them.All we can do is try.Do you know any of these people? Of course, in such a small village, everyone knew each other.I'll tell you about them when you come next week. What do you want me to bring you? Bring some old shirts.I wear your shirt to sleep now. Simon smiled.It is this beautiful imagination that keeps him going through the boring days, and these disturbing things are like obstacles between London and Provence. Nicole put down the microphone, and returned to the stack of plans and estimates sent by the architect Blanc in the afternoon.He recommends finishing the pool section before moving into the main body, so that the landscape can be planned for early spring next year.This is quite logical, and although Simon may not be satisfied, the interior of the building will still look unfinished by Christmas.Still, Ennis was full of ideas about how to decorate the party.What a team they were, she thought!It's even easy to get jealous.Yes, too easy and stupid.See what happens to the women in Simon's life. She shrugged and lit a cigarette.There's no point in speculating about the future of their relationship, or pushing the envelope.Now everything is fine and that's it.What's more, there are villagers' public relations to deal with!Nicole took the phone book and notes to the kitchen table and started making a guest list. The mayor and his year-old residents, Bronke and his senior workers, and a local real estate agent or two would welcome the hotel.But some people who don't live here often will come here for Christmas.Most of them are easy to get along with, they may go to each other's house, have a drink and dinner, and the daily contact with the villagers is limited to a few minutes by chance at the bakery or the butcher's shop.Their reactions were mixed.Nicole remembers the outcry from a small group of Parisians when the police station was first bought for future development.She believed that this time they would still complain like last time.And just like last time, the mayor would politely nod to them, and return him to peace when they returned home. The most violent protests, however, have not come from any Parisians or French.After hesitating for a while, Nicole added the last person to the guest list: Ambru.Crow, the longest-lived Englishman in the village, lived off the fees he earned for a column on Provence for a London newspaper.He was a polemicist, a self-proclaimed defender of the pure pastoral life (for the peasants, not himself, it should be said), but he was also a false gentleman, a charlatan.Nicole hated him very much, firstly because he had bad intentions, and secondly because he was messy.Still, the people of Basiya put up with him.People who come here to escape the summer will invite him to eat and drink, and exchange some road news.Once he's had his fill of wine and food (which is often the case), he'll start talking about the vulgarity of modern life and the harm he calls human intervention in rural society.He was absolutely vehemently opposed to the building of the restaurant.Nicole puts a question mark next to his name.She'd call Simon tomorrow and warn him about the number one Crawford. The weather has turned into a winter pattern, clear during the day and cold at night.When the general went out and walked to the side of the car, a layer of frost had already formed on the windshield.He thought to himself, it's really not a good weather for cycling.The cold air hit the face, sharp as a thorn, and sucked into the lungs like ice.He let the car start, and he went back to the house to get a bottle of soju.Those lads need a boost today. When he got to the barn they were waiting for him.He was pleased to see them wearing black leggings and fitted beanies, typical cyclist attire. Hey you people!He took out the bottle of soju, this will be drunk later.Although today's journey is short, it is very steep. First go to Moss, then to Gould, and then turn back.I'll announce the good news later.Well, that's it! They mounted their bicycles, a little intimidated by the cold cushions, and when the general locked up the barn, they were on their way.When the general caught up head on, he reviewed the military appearances one by one.good!They all used buckle ankle rings, and their legs were straight and looked quite comfortable.They are not bad at all. After fifteen minutes of smooth travel, we began to enter the steep mountain road.The general stopped and got out of the car.When the cyclists passed him, he put his hand around his mouth and shouted to them: Don't stop, take your time, you can snake, but you must not stop, come on, my child, come on! When he got back to the car, he thought, it’s a good thing you guys are riding the bike, not me.There are seven kilometers of steep and winding mountain roads in Mount Moss. Although it is not as tiring as climbing Mount Ventoux, it is still enough to make people sweat, even in such severe cold weather.It would be a miracle if none of them vomited today.He waited five minutes for them to advance.Then follow them up the mountain. They rode in a line, stretching for about fifty yards, some hunched over, their noses almost touching the handlebars;Some still have the strength to argue.The General passed them slowly, cheered them on, drove to the turn-around point, pulled the car over to the curb, and got out. When they staggered past him, he shouted to them: Only three kilometers left!Go downhill from Moss, France salutes you! Bashir still has the strength to reply, fuck your French ass! The general said: Whatever you say, don't stop!Be brave and keep going, always be courageous.He lit a cigarette, leaned on the car seat, and enjoyed the sunshine.Nobody stopped.They all take it seriously. For these seven people, the road after Moss is simply a great comfort.After climbing the hill, they let the wheels spin freely, relaxed the muscles in their backs, took a good breath, felt the tightness of their thigh muscles gradually dissipate, and with a shared sense of accomplishment, they cursed and laughed at each other, waiting for the general Driving past them and yelling perverts at him, they rode past Gould poised like a pro.From being uncomfortable to the current transformation, they are simply in love with this feeling. After returning to the barn, their complacency still remained on their faces after intense exercise.They competed with each other's bulging breasts and tormented legs as they passed the bottle of soju one after the other. All of you, have the looks of a champion.The general gulped down the bottle and wiped his beard.I can assure you it will be easier next time. Fernand coughed from the smoke.Isn't that great news? No, the good news is I've visited the bank site, rented a safe, and looked around.He looked at their faces and couldn't help laughing when he saw the wine that Claude raised to his mouth froze like this.It's normal, isn't it?I don't want you to find any surprises. Joe Tsai said: That's right!It's normal.As if he knew this all along. The general took out his sketches and explained the precautions he had raised.Now Half an hour later, they locked the barn and went their separate ways, unaware that their thighs were getting stronger.It was an amazing morning and I'm sure it will be good for lunch this Sunday. London is gradually shrouded in a festive atmosphere.The traffic jam on Christmas Eve made the streets immobile, and the taxi driver murmured and complained like a monologue.In response to the influx of people shopping from the suburbs to the city center, the British Railways Bureau added many more flights.A pickpocket was caught leaving a Harrods department store wearing a two-piece suit.A man was arrested on assault charges after trying to prevent his car from being towed.The season of good intentions gave way to a hopeful beginning. At the Shaw Group headquarters, executives hope they don't suffer from indigestion as they struggle to arrange Christmas lunches with clients.It's been a remarkable year for the company, with employees anticipating big raises and the idea of ​​a bigger car bringing an air of excitement to the office.After receiving a hint of Simon's future development, Jordan looked forward to it more than anyone else.He decided to try it out, so he walked down the corridor to Simon's office, already calculating the Christmas bonus he wanted. Old guy, can I hold you up for a minute? Simon beckons to come in.Let me get this out of the way and just talk to you.He signed a dozen documents and pushed them aside.alright!He sat back and tried not to blink at the sight of Jordan's thickly striped tie that seemed to dance. Jordan said: "Meet a guy the other day and he gave me some good stuff.He dropped a pamphlet on Simon's desk, and while Simon was flipping through it, he began the process of choosing cigarettes. Jordan tapped the cigarette that stood out before lighting it.Great!A Bantley Mulsanne Turbo, a clock, and a whistle. Nigo, it is indeed a good car.Simon nodded. It's very suitable for driving in the country.What are these for? Almost like a small flat in Fulham, if you could own one.There is already a long queue of people waiting for this model.Very good investment.You know, they love it.He exhaled a circle of smoke into the air conditioner. Simon laughed. How easy it is to make a man like Jordan happy!If I understand correctly, what are we talking about investing? That's right, that's the point.The guy I ran into just got dove off.Eighteen months ago, the client, who was in fact a member of the Lowe family, ordered the car.As a result, he is very distressed now. He can't afford that car? You'll be lucky if you still keep your cufflinks, poor fellow.Jordan paused, his expression solemn.Speculative business, high debt repayment.The time of distress is over.In order to close the deal earlier, this dear friend took the initiative to drop 10,000 yuan. Simon turned to the back of the brochure, saw the agent's phone number, and picked up the phone. Good morning, you should have a Bentley in your display area!He smiled at Jordan.Yes, that one.Mr. Jordan will come over with a check this afternoon. You need to find more security guards to protect his safety.Thank you! There was still a look of surprise on Jordan's face.Old man, I must say it's really Simon waved him to shut up.What's the point of having a great year if you don't allow yourself a bit of fun?He stood up, looking at his watch as Jordan retrieved the booklet.I just wanted to ask you, what are your plans for Christmas? I'm afraid I have to fulfill my family responsibilities.My father-in-law and mother-in-law are coming to Wilshire.He would talk about the stock market and about his gout, and my mother-in-law probably played bridge all day.If I'm lucky, I'll still find time to go hunting. Hope no one is home. Old man, I'm just goofing around. The back view of Jordan leaving Simon's office looked in high spirits, and Simon wondered if he could wait until the afternoon to pick up the car.God, the amount of money the company spends on the car is amazing. The phone rang.Mr. Xiao?Mr. Aikenby's secretary is on the line. It took Simon a few seconds to remember that Aikenby was the veteran condom king who clearly seemed to like to keep manufacturers and subordinates on the phone for a long time until he (that is, the customer, the boss) was ready. good speech.All right!Lisa, come in. Mr. Xiao, let me pick up Mr. Aikenby for you.Simon looked at the second hand of his watch, counting the time he was waiting, feeling confident.Potential clients rarely call to give you bad news, they usually do it in writing. Mr. Xiao, how are you today?Hope you're ready for the festive mood? I'm doing okay, thank you.how about you? You know, this time is our busiest time.Simon vaguely recalled signs of a boom in the condom market in the run-up to Christmas, perhaps driven by office parties and booze.Yes, I'm happy to say that the condom industry is thriving.And it is my honor to tell you that CMBcmb will designate your company as the advertising company, effective from January 1st. Mr. Aikenby, this is great news.I couldn't be happier, and I know my colleagues will be, especially excited about doing an ad for your company. Ah yes.Mr. Aikenby paused and said: Yes, because the holidays are coming up, we need to talk.Some of us think it's a bit close to the knee. Simon snickered inwardly.The knee joint is a part that rarely appears in advertisements. Aikenby hurried on.Anyway, this is where our guys can talk to your guys.Most importantly, we are quite impressed with your documentation, which is very complete and of course, your company is also very prestigious. Simon had heard the death knell ringing for ad campaigns many times before, and now he heard it again.However, he didn't care.When the two sides got together, he had disappeared without a trace.Mr. Aikenby, I'm sure we can root out any creative problems.Few advertising campaigns are inherently flawless. Great, great!Aikenby sounded relieved.I think the two of us see eye to eye.Let those young men do it!Well, I have to get on a plane and leave.I think we should be able to rely on your secrecy before other agencies get wind of anything. certainly. good very good.New Years must have lunch together.There is so much to discuss.You know, the market is growing and the sales curve is going up to a point where it's pretty satisfying. Simon refrained from making random comments.Glad to hear that from you.Thank you also for telling me the news.Our company will have a merry Christmas.Wishing you a wonderful holiday too. Aikenby said: Absolutely, we will contact after the festival. Simon went to Lisa's office.Elizabeth, now we are one of the few advertising agencies that can buy condoms directly from the factory at an economical price.Don't you feel excited? Lisa looked up from some letters and gave him a sweet smile.She said: Mr. Xiao, all real men have been circumcised.And you're late for your lunch appointment. The things that should be done this year are finally over.He has already said hello to some important customers, and they all agreed at the party held by the office colleagues. They gave bonuses, raised salaries, and even gave Lisa a Cartier watch, which moved her to tears. whirling.Now it's his turn. He decided to give himself the privilege of ninety minutes at Christmas, to treat himself one last time before leaving the agency.He had always hated Heathrow, hated the long queues at check-in desks, hated being pushed into the airport, hated being told to hurry up, hated being told to wait.He knew it was unreasonable, but he really hated it.So, this time, he wanted to try the millionaire privilege. He chartered a seven-seater jet and flew from London to the small airport in Aviyi. The car drove into the private airport, and Simon followed the porter who helped him with his luggage into the building.A girl was waiting inside the door. Good afternoon, sir, are you Mr. Xiao who went to Yaweiyi? Exactly. Please follow me, we will check the passport, your luggage has been taken to the plane, your pilot is waiting for you. Simon thought, My pilot.Such is the life of a burnout executive.The immigration officer handed him his passport back, and Simon looked around for anyone in uniform. A man in a well-tailored dark suit smiled at him and walked towards him.Mr. Xiao?I'm Tim.Bole district.I am your pilot.Everything is ready, we can take off on time today, and we should be able to arrive in Yavii at 6:00 pm local time.Please get on the plane, I will enter the cockpit and prepare to fly. Simon climbed the steps and got into the white plane.The interior of the plane smelled of leather, like a new car.The girl he met just now had already boarded the plane, and she came from the back kitchen. Let me hang up your coat.Do you need something in your pocket?Cigarettes, cigars? Can I smoke cigars on board? OK.Many of our guests smoke cigars.She took his coat, do you mind if I serve you a glass of champagne while we wait to take off?How about a scotch, or vodka? Nice to have champagne.Thank you.Simon took a seat, loosened his tie and stretched his legs when the girl arrived with champagne.Next to the champagne flute, she placed a box of matches for Upmann's long cigars.He thought to himself, Ennis would definitely be full of praise for such caring service.It's a pity that he went alone last week.He will absolutely love it. The plane taxied slowly to the take-off position, and Simon opened the folder Lisa gave him before he left, some newspaper clippings of articles, a short resume, and a black and white mug shot.This is what she sorted out at Simon's request after Simon spoke with Nicole.This is a brief biography of Crow and his works. Simon glanced at his resume.He graduated from a not-so-famous public school with mediocre college grades. His experience includes the publishing industry and media reporter, and he has published two novels that are now out of print.Success seems to have nothing to do with Mr. Crawford, and this is reflected in his middle-aged and slightly puffy face, thin lips, unfriendly eyes, a face that is completely dissatisfied and belligerent . His column articles clipped from the "Sunday Globe" often reveal the appeal of environmental protection.Crowland, it seems, is against anything more progressive than a donkey.After fleeing to Provence, he watched with horror the development of supermarkets, high-speed trains, highways and real estate.Progress horrified him, tourism irritated him.And his indiscriminate xenophobic plot makes him look down on anyone, be it Dutch, Swiss, German, or British.They had the audacity to visit the village he claimed to be his, in flashy cars and in vulgar bright clothes.And vulgarity is a word he often uses. Simon looked at the last piece of paper in the folder, which was the analysis of readers of The Globe and advertising revenue, and wondered what kind of readers the Crow District had.The man can really write, and his articles are full of malice and pseudo-gentlemanly airs.What is certain is that the restaurant is bound to become the target of his attack.Out of curiosity, he'll probably show up at the party, and before long, a nasty op-ed will be published.This was a problem Simon hadn't anticipated.He never expected that such an unscrupulous reporter would appear on his doorstep.He looked at the data of the access again, and a thought gathered in his mind. Would you like some more champagne, Mr. Xiao?The girl filled his glass.In twenty minutes, we will arrive at our destination. Simon gave her a thankful smile, closed the folder, and tried to put Crawford out of the blue.He was about to spend Christmas in Provence, and with Nicole at that.He felt the champagne pricking his tongue, and looked out the window at the colorful afterglow left by the setting sun. The plane touched down, landed on the runway, and taxied to the last hundred yards of the tarmac.Simon thought, this flight is really a great pleasure, although it is not cheap (more than 4,000 pounds, slightly more expensive than the general economy class), but it is quite appropriate to end this career with such a price. He tried to hand over his passport for inspection, but found that the immigration counters were empty and the immigration area was deserted.He shrugged and walked towards Nicole.She swaggered, threw off her coat, and faced him, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.Her face burst into a smile, and such a bright smile made people fall in love with her.He bent his head, kissed her neck, and took a step back, looking at her carefully. You are too beautiful to be the lady who greets an unemployed executive at the airport.He grinned and touched her cheek, and I could see that you had lunch with your much older lover in Aviyi. Nicole adjusted his tie, blinking, of course.He also helped me buy a diamond ring and silk underwear. Simon said: I bought some smoked salmon, may I? They walked together to the baggage claim area, Simon's shoulders wrapped around hers, her hips squatting against his thighs.He said: I am afraid that there will be a lot of things.Ennis wants me to do a bunch of shopping.How is he? Couldn't be happier.Very excited.Tonight, he will cook for us.I also took him to Richerenches (Note: Richerenohes, a town in Vaucluse, France.) to buy truffles. As they drove into the mountain road, Nicole gave Simon a progress report.This time he could see a lot of changes: the pool was nearly finished, the deck was more or less cleared, and the party was ready.Ennis also rented a small house in the village.Blanc is quite optimistic, and the villagers are quite curious about the restaurant, but they are still friendly. How's the reaction from Crowland? Nicole's expression looked like she smelled something unpleasant.I sent him an invitation letter.He went to the police station and asked questions, but Blank told him nothing.You know, he's really nasty, how does Ennis describe him?Cunning, am I right? Maybe, we'll find out tomorrow.Simon put his hand on Nicole's thigh and pinched it, I miss you so much. They drove up the mountain road, and Simon saw that the whole village seemed to be dressed in new clothes for the coming festival.The two churches are brightly lit, and between the two hanging trees, there are words decorated with colorful lights, wishing everyone a happy holiday.Champagne was displayed in the windows of butcher shops and pastry bakeries, and a poster was posted on the door of the cafe announcing the Christmas lottery, the first prize was a microwave oven, the second prize was a Sisteron : Ststeron, a commune in the Haute-Provence Alpes, France.) Leg of lamb, among other wine awards. Simon got out of the car and looked at the vast, cold sky.He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air and the scent of wood.Soon, this will be his home.Nicole watched him look around. happy? Excellent!He leaned his elbows on the roof of the car.His breath floated upwards, and under the light of the cafe, it appeared transparent. A man came out of the cafe, and a string of laughing words flowed out.I can't imagine myself being anywhere else, especially in this Christmas season, he straightened up and shivered, you go first, I'll get the bag. The house (which Simon was quite familiar with by now) was wonderfully cozy and blaring with music.Ennis had heard Puccini (Note: Puccini, born in a musical family in Lucca, Tuscany, Italy.), at this moment Mirilla.Freni (Note: Mirella Freni, a famous Italian soprano singer.) The pure and sweet voice lingers in the room.Simon piled his bags in the hallway, rushed directly to the kitchen, sniffed the air, and smelled the strong aroma of truffles.Ennis, in a dark blue sweater and slacks, smiled and handed him a wine glass. um, how are you?still alive? My dear, I am living a happy life.It's been a busy few days.I think you must be very happy too.How are you?I'd like to hear about the party at the office.I suspect that drunkenness and dissolute behavior must not be a problem.I hope that quite a few people lost their composure.He raised his glass to welcome back. Nicole came down the steps and joined them as they laughed and talked, trying to hear their gossip about the office.She wondered if Simon would miss the past once he left the office and settled into the quiet, closed life of the small village. Simon continued: "Then Jordan's wife showed up to take him home and he happened to be in the conference room with Valerie from the art department. The tall chick with the big ass? That's her.So before I go to him, I have to leave his wife in my office and ask her to read "Horse and Pig Dog" magazine. Simon paused and took a sip of his drink. You know, this is my first Watch him unbutton his vest once. Ennis shrugged exaggeratedly, honey, stop talking.I can already imagine the tragic scene. Simon turned to Nicole and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know those people, and it must not be very interesting to hear about their deeds."No more social messages from London, I promise. Nicole was at a loss.Why don't they go to the restaurant? Simon said: "Ah, the French usually go to restaurants, but it's a British office party tradition. It's much cheaper to do things in a cupboard full of files." Nicole wrinkled her nose.But not very noble! No, I think, you shouldn't always accuse us of being noble or not.However, we can be very charming.He leaned over to her and kissed her. 恩尼斯說：別破壞了你的食欲，我為大家準備了松露煎蛋捲，還有兔肉沾芥茉醬。乳酪之後，我打算做一道巧克力蛋奶酥，只要我們不覺得吃太多蛋了。他以詢問的口吻說著：咱們的膽固醇怎辦？ 晚餐時刻，他們討論著飯店目前的進度，以及隔天晚上派對的細節。恩尼斯正好可以發揮所長，開始對食物與早上送來的花激動得大發議論，他深信，明晚的派對將是巴西耶今年最轟動的社交盛事。 賽蒙說：只有一件事讓我煩心，就是那個新聞記者。 恩尼斯揚起眉，你幹嘛擔心他？ 通常我是不會在意的。但是時機不太對。我二十七日約了季格樂與喬登在倫敦碰面，我要告訴他們我目前的計劃，同時必須告知所有客戶。但是，消息必須由我們來發布，以我們希望的方式。如果任何消息在這之前走漏，特別是在媒體上，我們可就有得解釋的了。恩，你是了解廣告界的。賽蒙嘆了口氣，伸手取過雪茄，我之前早該想到這點的。 另外那兩人沉默不語，賽蒙撕下雪茄的包裝紙後點燃，皺眉看著藍色的煙霧冉冉上升，我有個想法或許行得通，但是他一定不會喜歡的。 切腹自殺？ 賽蒙笑了出來，感覺好受多了。他之前曾經跟新聞記者交過手。為什麼要對克勞區另眼相待呢？恩，那也是一種處理的方法。