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Chapter 209 - 206 Paris Nightlife, There\'s A Great Omen.

Only the first hour of signing the agreement process between the world and Atlantis was broadcasted live.

The last two-hour meeting was about the distribution of benefits, exchange of resources, and other key items that weren\'t made public. ??

Sending it out may interfere with people\'s good mood worldwide, as well as their bright dreams and fantasies about politics on the surface.

After all, no one was willing to expose their true face as a snatcher to the public.

Even the five bully coun… permanent members, at this moment, were no different from takers. Regardless of country and civilization, they were essentially divided between the strong and weak and to exploit others or be exploited.

As long as the game was played, there would always be a loser.

As for the win-win situation mentioned in the official rhetoric…

In fact, it\'s more like the stronger side would win twice!

"It\'s only the first day, and I feel like it\'s been forever."

Howard stepped down like a triumphant general.

He succeeded in getting the technology he wanted from Atlantis.

In addition, he also used his deep and unparalleled expertise, as well as the relevant professional genius brain, to get the core content of the subsequent content.

Howard constantly threw out various academic terms and exploded indiscriminately in the face of those aggressive undersea people. Like Napoleon\'s army in the Battle of Waterloo, they could only retreat and raise the white flag.

The result was exactly what Luke expected.

Howard was also a veteran who often went in and out of the Pentagon, pulled the wool over Congress, and cheated out some military funds.

Dealing with Atlantis wasn\'t easy. They were closed to the outside world for nearly 10,000 years and weren\'t well prepared.

"Two more days."

Luke shrugged. Tomorrow was about the circulation in trade channels, and the day after that was about the negotiation of mutant issues.

"The day after tomorrow is an important occasion, and I have to chair the meeting."

Howard curled his lips. He wasn\'t interested in meetings -- except when he was speaking.

As a boss, he always failed to understand the feelings of his subordinates.

Unless he\'s also sitting at the bottom, listening to a tedious speech.

"If I don\'t need to do anything else, can I just sneak away? Nobody would find out anyway."

Howard was a person who couldn\'t sit still. His time to show off had passed. After that, all he could do was sit in his seat, fidgeting.

This was no doubt a pointless waste of time for him.

How could a genius waste his precious time in a daze?!

"Suit yourself, but again… you can play around, but don\'t get infected with any diseases."

Luke was the center of attention, and he couldn\'t afford to walk away halfway like Howard.

"I know. Frankly speaking, the tone of your voice just now reminds me of my Dad."

Howard shrugged his shoulders and spoke somewhat resentfully.

He was also recognized as a prodigal son and Casanova in New York.

For so many years, he had always adhered to the principle of \'not overdoing it.\'

He would never do anything like that!

"I would never have a son like you."

Luke said lightly.

"Fuck! It\'s just because I can\'t beat you!"

Almost stifled to death, Howard clenched his fist. With a depressed mood, he quietly got up and left.

Because even if Luke didn\'t fight back and just stood there, he still wouldn\'t be able to break his defense.

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Back at the Palace Hotel, Howard laid down on his bed and took a nap.

By the time the evening came, Howard had rolled over and got up, feeling full of energy, as if he had been revived.

\'My tired body finally got enough rest. \'

Howard called room service and ordered a big dinner.

After filling his stomach, he changed into brand new clothes and polished his hair.

There was a spring in each of his steps.

"Hmm, armed and ready for battle! Luke doesn\'t know how to enjoy life at all. He\'s going to become a dull man like Rogers."

Howard looked in the mirror and habitually touched his mustache.

"It\'s time to experience the nightlife in Paris."

Howard, with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, walked out of the hotel. A cold wind blew and made him shrink his neck.

In this era, Paris was a real city that never sleeps and Europe\'s most intoxicating place.

Not long after the end of World War II, brothels and nightclubs, one after another, were still preserved.

In the dark and narrow streets, there were countless noisy and dirty low-grade bars.

When it came to having fun, there was no better choice than Paris.

"To Moulin Rouge! "

Rich people like Howard naturally avoided cheap, low-grade brothels.

He got into a cab and simply stated the location.

The driver couldn\'t help but smile, showing an expression that both men understood.

Paris had two of the most famous cabaret.

One was Le Lido on Champs-Elysées, and the other was Moulin Rouge at Montmartre, north of the city.

That\'s where Howard wanted to get lucky!

Compared with Le Lido\'s Broadway-style, he would like to see the local customs of France.

About 20 minutes later, the cab stopped at Montmartre Heights.

Howard paid his fare, looked up at the red mill with the big wheel on the roof, and said, "This is the nightlife! "

After the war, due to the economic depression in Paris, this romantic city fell into erosion.

Late at night, men and women were often seen in cold and damp alleys, whispering to each other and then stepping into the darkness.

One was to provide financial assistance, and the other was to give physical comfort.

A pure relationship.

Some even played a little more aggressively than others.

For example, those poor and lazy artists who were eager to succeed.

Having some money in their pocket, they would directly play, regardless of the venue.

That\'s why the newspapers say, \'This is a city full of desire, and underneath the surface of prosperity, there is sewage.\'

The description was spot on!

"Sir, is this your first time?"

Before Howard could go any further, a man in a flat cap stopped him.

"Want to watch a film?"

\'What?\'

\'Selling tickets?\'

Howard, who was excitedly waiting for his guide to come to the door, suddenly felt bored.

As a veteran Casanova with rich experience in actual combat, why would he need tickets to an adult movie?!

"Sir, don\'t go! This is a good German thing! You won\'t see it anywhere else …"

The man in the cap stopped Howard again and opened his windbreaker. Fuzzy photos were hanging inside, but the specific content was unsuitable for children.

"Sir, you can come with me if you want. When we have 30 people, we\'ll start the show! Trust me; you won\'t be disappointed. Rommel even used them in North Africa to trade for pesticides and food."

Howard paused and remembered the joke Luke used to say.

High-ranking people in the Third Reich once secretly found someone to make pornographic films. There were many people, groups, scenes, and scales, which were extremely large.

In comparison, \'Caligula,\' \'The Night Porter,\' \'Waves of Lust,\' were all child\'s play.

Later, when Rommel established the African Legion, these pornographic films were used as hard goods and exchanged with local natives for necessities.

"I didn\'t think Paris also had these things."

Howard was moved, considering whether or not to collect them.

When he had nothing to do, he could learn some positions and skills to improve his professional level.

"Can I buy a copy?"

Howard pulled out a few bills and stuffed them into the man\'s hand.

"If the price is good, send it to the Palace Hotel, uh, room 1024."

Luke\'s room number.

"The Palace Hotel … no problem!"

The man with the cap had some bad thoughts. But when he heard Howard\'s position, he instantly extinguished the greedy little flame.

That was a place to entertain foreign guests!

He couldn\'t afford to mess with it!

"So, sir, do you need a guide? I know the area very well, especially the dancers at the Moulin Rouge."

The man in the cap had a good eye. Knowing that Howard was a big man who came to have fun, he quickly started to pimp.

"Just in time, I lack … hiss! Such a shocking omen!"

Howard nodded happily and wanted to agree, but the corner of his eye glanced at a black-robed woman passing by.

The other side was tall, all wrapped up tightly, but it was hard to hide the attractive curves.

Especially the pair of striking… unusually obvious great omen.

They were shocking.

"Forget about it, remember to send the copy to the hotel, and I\'ll do some shopping on my own."

Howard smoothed his hair, time to show off his pick-up skills.

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