How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

The estate had a printer.

Douglas Pignol clearly didn’t want to miss out on this deal and immediately used the printer at the estate to print an intention contract.

"Selling land to a non-French citizen can be quite troublesome, but later I’ll have someone greet the land management department, and by the latest tomorrow afternoon, we could officially proceed with the transaction."

"We can sign an intention contract for now, you can give me your passport later, and I will have someone expedite the land resource management department with this intending contract and your passport. After all, being a wealthy individual from Hua Country traveling all this way, governmental departments will surely prioritize our transaction."

Gu Heng nodded and didn’t say much.

He signed his name directly on the intent contract.

As for the privilege of the rich class in the West, Gu Heng had become accustomed to it...

Song Qian stared blankly at the signature Gu Heng had penned on the contract and couldn’t help but swallow...

12.5 million pounds...

That’s over 100 million RMB...

Just spent like that?

She had been a star artist for so many years, accumulated wealth over many years, yet it still didn’t compare to the value of a house Gu Heng casually bought in France?

"Then might as well handle the vineyard sale, and when I see a vineyard I like, I can sign right there and then, without any delays of several days."

Douglas Pignol carefully eyed Gu Heng’s face upon hearing this, realized Gu Heng was not joking, nodded, and then joked with a smile, "Maybe I should get to know more rich people from Hua Country like you, Gu Heng. Perhaps then I could turn my numerous European estates into cash."

Originally, Pignol’s acquaintance with Gu Heng was solely to honor Frederick Arnault, considering it merely a simple social interaction...

But unexpectedly, a simple social interaction directly brought him tens of millions of Euros and even more benefits...

Now, Douglas Pignol’s relationship with Gu Heng was visibly tighter than that with the intermediary, Frederick Arnault...

But that was normal. After all, among adults, particularly among the wealthy, interests always come first.

Song Qian, listening to Gu Heng’s words, confirmed her thoughts even more...

She still had to think twice when shopping for luxury bags, but what about Gu Heng?

Vineyards and estates worth tens of millions of Euros, he didn’t think twice and just decided to buy them, more casually than she would spend on groceries...

Someone like Gu Heng, a top boss, really only needed a word to let her continue to be the spokesperson for LV and even, if he was willing to put in a word for her, elevate her from a national spokesperson to a global spokesperson for LV...

Thinking of this, Song Qian couldn’t help but unconsciously move and stand beside Gu Heng...

Gu Heng was deeply engaged in conversation with Douglas Pignol, suddenly smelled a pleasant scent of perfume, turned his head, and saw Song Qian close to him. He lifted his eyebrows slightly, his lips curved faintly, and he casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist under the black gown...

Although personally, Gu Heng preferred the innocent style of Ouyang Nana...

But Song Qian was, after all, from a Korean girl group, and of course, her appearance didn’t need extra mention; she wasn’t extremely beautiful, but she still ranked much higher than average internet celebrities, and as a top national star, even though she was slightly past her peak and was 37 years old, her star aura persisted...

Faced with such an initiative from a celebrity beauty, would Gu Heng refuse?

Of course not...

It’s not like he planned to marry her or date her; just holding a concert or playing a friendly match, why consider so much?

He had previously tasted a local Korean girl group contestant and found it rather pleasing.

Now that he had the opportunity to taste a domestic star, why would he pass it up?

Song Qian, feeling her waist embraced, even though she had mentally prepared herself, couldn’t help but tremble slightly, tightened all her muscles involuntarily...

But recalling her initial motive for approaching, she immediately relaxed, and her soft body naturally leaned closer to Gu Heng... @@novelbin@@

.....

Suddenly...

Just as Gu Heng was planning to take Song Qian to a quiet place to have a little chat, the crowd at the party started moving toward one location...

Clearly, something had happened...

Being curious isn’t just the nature of the Chinese people, it’s a human instinct...

Gu Heng exchanged a brief glance with Frederick Aldo, and they both, very synchronously, began walking toward the spot of excitement...

Those who could attend this party were upscale individuals of France’s fashion and wealthy circles. Seeing Frederick Aldo, Nicolas Meyer, and Douglas Pignol, these three French super-rich second generations, they consciously made room for Gu Heng and his party to come in.

.....

"Mister Michel, Lady Mary, I hope you can apologize to this Chinese girl and all Chinese people! Don’t disgrace your French people!"

Just as they walked in, they heard Ouyang Nana’s standard English filled with righteous indignation as she loudly scolded a big-bearded man and a skinny old lady, looking like a ghost...

And Liu Yifei, who had been standing with her, changed her expression upon hearing Ouyang Nana’s words and slowly retreated into the crowd, joining those enjoying the drama...