Chapter 395: Chapter 307: Reinforcements Arrive—Experiencing the Life of the Wealthy for Once

Paris Airport.

A plane with a five-star red flag is slowly taxiing on the runway.

Sitting by the window, Zhao Shun is full of excitement, constantly looking out.

He’s not the kind of fool who believes everything he hears and dares to travel across the ocean alone for work.

He’s already rummaged through Radisson’s official website, Lucas’s social media platforms, and YouTube, even spending tens of RMB to download a VPN.

The fact is, it’s a legitimate group company, and the company behind Radisson Hotel is indeed one of the well-known enterprises in the country.

With such a strong backing, no wonder the salary is so high and the benefits are unbelievably good.

He’s also checked the minimum wage here online, which is said to be just over 1,600 per month, equivalent to more than 12,000 RMB, with meals and accommodation included.

And the offer from the Head Chef was a base salary of 3,000, almost twice the basic wage!

Such a level of salary in some small restaurants would be close to the pay for an assistant chef, yet it’s just a general hand at Radisson?

Not to mention the double pay for overtime, triple pay for holiday overtime, and various invisible benefits.

In summary, the more you work, the more you earn - if you’re willing to work hard, you can definitely make a lot and hold your head high!

The only thing that confuses him is that his resume is not impressive, even quite ordinary, having not even finished high school, with not much work experience, and there are plenty of people better than him.

Why did they choose him?

He doesn’t know how many others were selected besides him, but according to the Head Chef, it seems not many.

Is it possible he’s the worst one?

When he got off the plane and breathed the fresh air that was completely different from back home, he finally felt like he had really gone abroad.

Walking along the passageway, seeing blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners everywhere made him click his tongue in wonder.

"So the overseas bloggers weren’t lying; there aren’t that many handsome guys and beauties in the streets abroad after all, just some chubby walking meatballs."

Around him were other passengers who had just gotten off the plane, from all over the world, and he couldn’t tell who was who; he just knew that he hadn’t seen any of those devilishly curvy Western hotties like in the movies.

Some blond or brunet girls had decent figures but were a bit too slender, almost like the girls back home, just taller and broader in the shoulders, lacking the full figure he imagined for white people.

There were plenty of plump ones, but they were plump from head to toe.

He really couldn’t appreciate it.

"Luggage... luggage... ah, there it is, gate 12!"

After staring at the screen displaying the flight information for a long time, he finally found where the luggage was, and just as Zhao Shun was about to turn and leave, he saw a middle-aged man with dark skin and a cloudy gaze standing a few meters away, staring anxiously at the big screen in front.

The aura he exuded was unmistakably that of a rural person from Great Xia.

Was he here to visit relatives?

Zhao Shun shook his head silently, thinking that if this uncle at his age had kids, they were probably at the age for college or high school.

Sending a child abroad is already impressive, but coming abroad to visit them, how much must they dot on their child?

Thinking of his mother at home, with her bad legs and minor ailments but still insisting on farming, he didn’t hesitate much to step forward and pat the man’s shoulder.

"Uncle, you’re from Great Xia?"

Chen Dongliang froze, then showed an expression of great joy, nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, I’m from Great Xia. Young man, can you help me find out which gate has my luggage? I’m a bit nearsighted, and I left my glasses in the suitcase!"

"Sure, I’ll help you find it, Uncle. Don’t worry, your luggage won’t be stolen, it’s fine."

Even though his English isn’t top-notch either, at least he memorized vocabulary in middle school, plus the tickets have information, and as a young person who’s always online, finding some information isn’t too difficult.

He glanced at the ticket the uncle handed him.

"Huh?"

Looking again at the crumpled ticket in his own hand, Zhao Shun blinked.

What a coincidence!

"Uncle, we came on the same plane! You can come with me, there’s no need to look for it, haha."

"Eh? Such a coincidence."

Chen Dongliang looked a bit embarrassed, took back his ticket, and followed Zhao Shun to the left, while checking his pockets, pulling out a small bread.

"You’re not allowed to bring food on the plane, I don’t have much, just this bread I got on the plane..."

"No need, Uncle, you eat it yourself, after all, it’s just on the way, when we’re out and about we’re like family!"

Zhao Shun hurriedly pushed the small bread back, deftly placing it back into Chen Dongliang’s pocket, clearly experienced.

"This bread doesn’t last long, eat it quickly, otherwise it’ll spoil and be wasted! I eat this kind of thing often, I’m tired of it by now."

Startled by the idea it wouldn’t last, Chen Dongliang quickly took out the small bread, ripped open the packaging, and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Hey, this bread is quite soft and not sweet, the taste of foreign bread is really different."

Zhao Shun smiled but didn’t respond, preferring to keep conversations with elders minimal, knowing they’ll naturally stop talking when there’s no topic.

Seeing the young man seemingly unwilling to chat, Chen Dongliang licked the bread crumbs off his lips and didn’t dare speak much more, quietly nibbling the small bread while walking beside, intentionally lagging behind a couple of steps.

Everything abroad feels incredibly unfamiliar, especially such a large international airport, which feels like a maze to him.

If it weren’t for this helpful young man, he was even worried if he could find his luggage today.

The two of them waited beside the conveyor belt for about twenty minutes before retrieving their luggage.

Zhao Shun, adhering to the principle of seeing good deeds through to the end, led the uncle all the way to the airport exit.

His eyes scanned back and forth among the crowd picking up arrivals, and soon he saw the three bright Chinese characters "Radisson."

"Uncle, is someone here to pick you up?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, young man! You’re a good person!"

"...No need to thank me, I have someone picking me up too, so that’s it, goodbye~"

With a slight nod towards him, Zhao Shun pulled his suitcase straight towards the person holding the sign.

"Mr. Zhao Shun?"

Zhang Cheng took off his sunglasses, pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from his pocket and compared it beside Zhao Shun, nodding.

"That’s right, it’s me."

"Come out first. There’s another person to pick up who came on the same flight as you, should be out soon."

"Hmm? How do you know... oh right, the ticket was bought by you guys, my memory!"

He patted his forehead, thinking he had slept too long on the plane leading to confusion, hurriedly grabbed his luggage, and headed out.

Just as he stood next to the man, from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of that familiar figure beside him and turned his head resignedly.

"Uncle, why did you follow me here? Where’s your ride?"

"Hehe~"

Chen Dongliang grinned, exuding a warm friendliness, pointing to the man in sunglasses in front of him.

"Isn’t it a coincidence that we even have the same destination? It’s fate!"

"What?!"

"Huh???"

Zhao Shun and Zhang Cheng were both stunned, the latter quickly took off his sunglasses again and pulled out the second sheet of A4 paper from his right pocket.

"Wow, it really is. Not to point fingers, but dude, you’re abroad now, at least make an effort to tidy up. We’re the same age, people might mistake you for my uncle!"

If Chen Dongliang hadn’t spoken, he wouldn’t have linked this dark-skinned rural uncle in front of him with the person in the photo at all.

"You two? Same age???"

Zhao Shun felt like his CPU was about to overload, his eyes darting between the two men’s faces, full of disbelief.

"I’m 35 this year." Chen Dongliang raised his hand.

"I’m also 35."

Zhang Cheng put his sunglasses back on and folded up the sign.

"Let’s chat in the car, follow me first."

All the way, the smile on Chen Dongliang’s face had not faded, as happy as a child, while Zhao Shun kept a cool and expressionless face, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

When the three of them arrived at the parking lot and saw the luxury car in front light up its headlights, Zhao Shun couldn’t hold back, hurriedly pulled out his mobile phone and started taking pictures.

"Oh my god, a stretched Lincoln picking us up, what kind of treatment is this? Uncle, why are you still in a daze? Take pictures! You can show them to your family and friends later, definitely a point of pride!"

"Oh right, right, pictures, pictures!"

Chen Dongliang didn’t recognize what brand the car was, just knew it looked fancy and was very different from the other cars around.

Seeing the young man taking a flurry of pictures with his phone, he also took out his phone to imitate, ready to show off to his wife.

"Huh? Why don’t I have a signal on my phone?"

"Because we’re abroad."

After they finished taking photos, Zhang Cheng opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, handing over two SIM cards.

"The numbers are ready for you. Keep your domestic card safe. Swap it, and you can connect to the internet. Fasten your seatbelts, let’s go."

"By the way, I’m Zhang Cheng, General Manager Wang of Radisson’s personal driver. Although Wang holds the title of General Manager, he is actually the big boss of the hotel and the general agent for the European region. When you meet him, you just need to address him as President Wang."

"Okay, got it!"

"I’ll remember that!"

"Don’t be nervous, President Wang is unlikely to meet you today. After all, you are merely restaurant staff and will be mainly under Chef Lin’s management. When President Wang comes to dine, you’ll see him then."

"Whew..."

The two of them let out a sigh of relief, almost dying from nervousness.

They expected good working conditions here, but not such an extravagant display from their employer.

All things considered, they just experienced a taste of riding in a rich person’s vehicle!

"Brother Zhang, how long will it take to get to our hotel from Paris?"

"If we’re quick, about an hour. It’s very close. Across the coast is England, and you can see tourists from all over the world there, but mostly white people."