The UK is an island country with scarce resources. Most of the supplies need to be transported from the European continent or other regions.

The establishment of the British-French undersea tunnel connected Britain and the European continent. Every day, a large number of trucks traveled between Britain and France.

These trucks lined up on the train at Folkestone and passed through the undersea tunnel through the interval train.

Because of these cumbersome procedures for getting on and off the train, the driver was not paid attention to in the process.

The gentle driver looked at the ten pounds and smiled, "No, ten pounds are not enough."

Zhao Shanhe turned over his pocket and smiled, "I just want to experience the experience of a truck heading to France. If it costs too much, I might as well take the train."

The driver smiled and said, "There are actually unspoken rules among our drivers, and there is also a general price range. They often bring people or bring goods. Are you British?"

"Of course, do you think I'm a stowaway?"

The driver's eyes were very good, and they could easily tell whether they were stowaways.

However, Zhao Shanhe still took out his passport and handed it to him. He looked carefully and handed it back to Zhao Shanhe.

"Of course there is no stowaway like you...at least £20, or the equivalent price..."

Zhao Shanhe pretended to take off his backpack and took out a steak I had just bought in London from "outside". "This was what I bought in London at noon, and it was a little cold..."

He laughed and shook his head. "Get into the car. The steak is very good, it doesn't matter if it's a little cold. There's a microwave in our car."

Zhao Shanhe chose this driver not only because of his kind face, but also because the car had a Belgian license plate and a left rudder car.

Most countries in mainland Europe have left rudders, driving on the right, and most of the trucks are European standards.

Looking for such a foreign driver, they are a little slow to the breaking news in the UK. Zhao Shanhe has changed his appearance now, which is very different from the original Aegis, and they can't easily recognize it.

Zhao Shanhe got on the car from the right side. The cab of this type of truck is a small living area with a bed behind the car and simple living facilities.

Many times, these drivers left their homes and could take goods outside for several months, but would not return home.

"I am Erkule, a Czech native. I am now registered with a Belgian transport company, mainly transporting industrial bulk products."

"I am Charlie Dix, a native of London, and I make a living by selling my skills on the street."

"I can see, what style are you mainly good at? British rock? Or funk?"

"Of course it's rock..."

The other party laughed. "You British are so arrogant and always think that they are the best. I used to like rock, but now I prefer funk music."

As he said that, he tuned the car music, then jumped out a South Korean song "Gangnam Fan", then swayed to the music, and made a horse-dance dance move.

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help laughing. This song has indeed been very popular in the past two years.

He is not a very social character, but if he has a goal, he can perform strictly at the scheduled pace.

In the car, he played a very fashionable young musician and talked to the driver about various types of music around the world.

Cars line up to enter the station slowly. The platform here is parallel to the carriage, and cars can directly drive onto the deck of the train carriage.

Following the instructions of the tunnel manager, Elkule drove the truck onto the train.

The staff climbed up outside the front of the car and took a brief look at their passports. The whole process could be said to be perfunctory.

In order to pass the test, Zhao Shanhe made an intricate passport, but the other party couldn't even compare the photos.

After 35 minutes, they were taken by a section train to the other end of the undersea tunnel, a station in southern Calais, France.

Zhao Shanhe did not rush to leave, but followed the truck out of the station. At the intersection of Highway A16 outside the station, the driver stopped the car.

"From here we are going to part ways. I am heading to Belgium and wish you all the best in France."

"Of course, I'll be fascinated by a large group of French girls."

He laughed. "If I were twenty years younger, I could."

This is bragging, but Zhao Shanhe would not mock him directly. He pushed open the car door and raised his middle finger at him. "Goodbye."

He replied with a middle finger and smiled, "Goodbye."

This goodbye is never seen again.

The parking location is in the southern suburbs of Calais, which is very convenient to enter and exit the city.

Zhao Shanhe was not familiar with Calais, so he walked towards the city with his guitar on his back.

When he saw a mobile phone store, he walked in and bought a new mobile phone in pounds, as well as a prepaid foreigner entry without a contract.

I buy a mobile phone not to contact anyone, but just for Internet services or for the map software on my mobile phone.

Then, through my mobile phone, I found the route to Paris and took out a forged American passport from the space.

He forged three passports in total because he did not dare to use the organization's network. All of these three passports were formal, but his identity could not withstand investigation.

But this is enough, because he never thought about using it frequently, and he would not use it on a terminal that can connect to the Internet.

After finding out the route, he came to the only way to Paris. On the side of the road, he was watching the news on his phone while making a ride gesture.

The news of Valentine's assassination has become a hot topic, but his identity has not been revealed.

The Ace Agent Organization must have hated Zhao Shanhe to death because the window of their organization, which has more than 100 years of history, has now been reported by media around the world.

Their ace customization has never been as famous as they are now, but that is not what they want.

Why are there still no reports on your own identity? Is it to numb yourself?

Zhao Shanhe didn't know, but he wouldn't be careless about it.

A Megane stopped beside Zhao Shanhe, and there were two young men dressed in the same artist.

They all have medium-length hair, an unruly smile, and a faint melancholy expression.

"Hey, brother, where are you going?"

"Paris, or the same direction."

The young man with long hair in the passenger seat asked with a smile: "Then will you sing for us?"

"Maybe……"

He shook his head. "Get in the car."

As soon as Zhao Shanhe got on the bus, he smelled the strong smell of pigments, and there were still pigments in many places on the back seat.

The rear partition on the top of the rear trunk was removed, revealing several wooden frames, and the frames were separated by foam.

Zhao Shanhe pretended to be very interested and asked: "Are you painters? Are you going to the beach to sketch?"

The young man in the passenger seat smiled and said, "The professor assigned the lessons, sketches with Normandy as the theme."

"A fireworks show with hundreds of thousands of people dead?"

"Haha..." He looked back at Zhao Shanhe and focused on his guitar bag. "I regret learning oil painting. Between oil painting and music, the ability to convert music is stronger."

The young man who was driving also looked back at Zhao Shanhe and said in a bit awkward English: "My name is Lonzo, he is Horn."

Zhao Shanhe had already seen that Lonzo was French, and Horn had a low accent, which should be Dutch or Danish.

"My name is Charlie, I am from the United States, and I am going to earn some travel expenses in Paris."

Both of them nodded, and Horn smiled and said, "Paris is the most generous city to artists, but the threshold is not low. Without their own special skills and styles, it is difficult to make money."

Zhao Shanhe asked: "Are you going to school in Paris? Where is the best place to live in Paris for a short period of time?"

"There are too many places, and there are many youth hostels. There are also many places where artists gather, but it is difficult for outsiders to integrate into it."

Chatting along the way, after Zhao Shanhe's careful inquiries, Horn and Lonzo also told a lot of information about Paris.

Paris is a very open city, especially for artists.

They said that there are many places suitable for short-term living, hotels, and in the fifth, tenth, and eighteenth districts, there are many places suitable for Zhao Shanhe.

As for the art sales, you can do it anywhere in Paris...

When night fell, after a four-hour journey, this ordinary Megane arrived at a cafe in the fifth arrondissement of Paris.

The Academy of Fine Arts where Lonzo and Horn are located is located in this district. In addition to the Academy of Fine Arts, there are also many universities such as the School of Chemical Engineering, Normal University, Second University, and Third University.

Under Zhao Shanhe's intentional support, the two sides got along very happily. Zhao Shanhe invited them to have dinner together, and they happily accepted the invitation.

They also invited Zhao Shanhe to stay with their dormitory for one night, but Zhao Shanhe refused.

His appearance is somewhat different from his real face. Living with them, washing his face and taking a bath are all troublesome.

So, after dinner, the two sides parted ways.

Although the fifth district is also suitable for Zhao Shanhe to stay, the security here is too good and there are too few dark corners, which is not suitable for long-term stays.

After parting with them, Zhao Shanhe took the subway to the 18th district in Paris.

The 18th district is the red light district of Paris. A hundred years ago, it was the place where Parisian artists gathered. In modern times, it has become the most chaotic area in Paris.

The housing prices here are the lowest, the most young people, and the most mixed population.

The famous Moulin Mofang is in this area.

Zhao Shanhe wanted to hide his identity and live here is the most suitable one.

After exiting the subway station near Sacred Heart Hall, Zhao Shanhe aimlessly followed the dark street.

He put his backpack into the space, and he only had a guitar behind him. His outfit was no different from young people who were performing on the street, and would not attract any attention.

On the busier streets, there are almost all young people who are performing arts. Some of them are very distinctive, but most of them are artists who are just scattered.

Artists with truly skilledness will choose to sell their art in the city center.

While walking, Zhao Shanhe hesitated and did not want to retain his current identity.

His guitar skills are average, and he can't make much money by selling skills.

If you sing a new song and sing a song that is not in this world, you can make more money, but it will attract attention and it will not be worth the loss.

However, the artist's identity is a good vest and cannot be given up for the time being.

Without this identity, he would attract attention when he wandered on the streets.
Chapter completed!