Chapter 66: There is a black store!
When Fan Wubing first heard the blonde's question, he was a little surprised. He was shocked but also felt that the sentence had a profound artistic conception. After savoring the details carefully, he felt deeply impressed.
In just one sentence, only ten Chinese characters, it actually contains greetings, discussions and deep concerns about the romantic relationship between Parisians, and the three words "invoice" are the finishing touch, truly achieving the infinite charm of a sentence of ten thousand sentences.
The warm language of the blonde, coupled with its lingering and gentle eyes and expression, made Fan Wubing feel a little shaken. If there were indeed civil servants who had seen big scenes, they might have passed away immediately. Perhaps after they were satisfied with the consumption, they could still hold invoices and say goodbye to the blondes.
A comrade made the aspiring people who traveled thousands of miles from China to France to explore the traditional friendship between the Chinese and French people feel extremely intimate. For a common revolutionary ideal, although everyone has a poor language and different nationalities, they can always find an internationally common way to communicate with the spirit and flesh. Well, naturally, it is not an international song.
This blonde can express the cumbersome Chinese meaning in just one sentence so concise and vivid, with a profound artistic conception and full of humanistic care. It also makes the other person feel at home, which is indeed concise and to the point!
Naturally, Fan Wubing sternly rejected the temptation of the girl who stood in the street. As a citizen of a primary socialist country, as a reborn young man who deeply understood the essence of the three representatives' thoughts, as a patriotic businessman who still remembers the important program of the Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces after living again, it is necessary to deeply understand the corruption of capitalism, but it is also necessary to firmly resist the erosion of the corrupt lifestyle of capitalism.
But the important reason why Fan Wubing decided to refuse the invitation from these street girls was Dolby's words.
"Boss, just watch the fun. The hotel offers international supermodels, and the price is not expensive. For $10,000 a night, guests in luxury suites can get 15% off." Dolby muttered in Fan Wubing's ear.
"Why didn't you say it earlier? You didn't waste everyone's expressions-" Fan Wubing also whispered.
Dolby shrugged and thought to herself that you came with your girlfriend. How can we be embarrassed to introduce this kind of thing to you? If Tong Xiaoyun is angry, it is not only you who are unlucky, but we will also suffer from the disaster.
However, Sanchez, another subordinate of Fan Wubing, said in a crooked manner, "It's amazing! The French legal system is very strict, and it really takes a lot of courage to be able to provide tax invoices to guests when standing in the street!"
Oh, Fan Wubing nodded, he also knew about this.
Unlike Chinese people, Chinese people are used to tax evasion. There are always people near the train station selling VAT invoices, and the police do not come to care about them. However, if such things are in France, they will take a lot of risks.
Westerners are deeply respectful of the term taxation, and tax concepts are an important part of Western society and humanistic thought.
The street girl provides tax invoices to customers, which is obviously not very consistent with the rules. But then again, Lao Ma has long said that when the profit reaches 10%, capitalists will be ready to move; when the profit reaches 50%, capitalists will take risks; when the profit reaches 100%, they dare to trample on all laws in the world; when the profit reaches 300%, they dare to risk the gallows.
The word "Li" is currently so unbearable, even capitalists are not even more like street girls?
The capital for civil servants traveling in a foreign land to have fun is based on the demand for taxpayers. The happy moans of girls standing in the street in France are also moistened by the blood and sweat of taxpayers in their hometown.
When Fan Wubing thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the world is so great that everything is strange.
"Okay, everyone can move freely and gather outside this store in an hour." Fan Wubing said to everyone in the end.
Since it is here to open your eyes, it is better for everyone to have fun. Fan Wubing doesn't want to give them too long to save any trouble in such places. A place of love has always been the most likely place to cause trouble. He doesn't want his own group of subordinates to make headlines in the newspaper tomorrow because of jealousy and joy. In that case, his company will be infamous.
Everyone understood and dispersed. Anyway, everyone knew that Fan Wubing was good at having good skills and had safety issues, so they didn't care about him. These foreigners often went to such places, so they naturally felt at ease and relaxed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fan Wubing turned his head and disappeared from the group of subordinates. He couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Grandma, they are all beasts in clothes!"
So Fan Wubing walked into the venue, then found a seat and sat down, ordered a glass of beer, and slowly drank and watched it. There was a pole dance there. It must be said that the reality show here was much better than watching the video and was clearer.
At this time, a blonde in exposed clothes walked up to him and asked him in English, "Sir, can I dance for you?"
Fan Wubing looked at her and found that the plate was quite straight, but the makeup effect was too strong, and the figure was still convex and concise, so he nodded and agreed, "Of course."
This restaurant is pretty good, and there are even one-on-one performances. The cost is probably different. I don’t know how much it costs, but it will cost about 100 US dollars. Fan Wubing thought that there was not much money, just jump.
The woman started dancing erotic dance beside Fan Wubing, twisting her body, like a beautiful woman in heat, and she didn't forget to harass Fan Wubing, pulling the collar of his clothes, or touching his hair or shoulders.
Fan Wubing smiled and thought to himself that the service here is quite humane, no wonder the business is so good.
However, the woman didn't do too much movement. After dancing the song, she sat opposite Fan Wubing and said to him, "Sir, can you invite me to have a drink?"
This request was not excessive. Fan Wubing saw the dancing woman with a slight sweat on her head, thinking that it would be difficult to live in such a place, so he reached out and shouted to the waiter, "Two glasses - what wine?"
"Bordeaux." The woman smiled.
A waiter immediately gave two cups of Bordeaux. Fan Wubing signaled the woman to take one, then picked up one, took a sip, and then frowned.
I had known that there would definitely be no good wine in this kind of place. If this wine could be called Bordeaux, then I could sell it for one million or eight hundred thousand with just a bottle of wine! But there was no need to argue with these people, so Fan Wubing put the wine glass aside.
Then the woman started dancing for Fan Wubing after drinking, but the dance became more and more popular now, and the woman's clothes were almost taken off.
Fan Wubing looked at it with a smile, thinking that this place was really depressed and she actually took off her naked, but it was very skillful. If you don’t observe it with a erotic look, you can still find an artistic beauty.
When Fan Wubing saw the bill, he was immediately angry!
"Grandma, you've never seen the world for bullying me?!" Fan Wubing slapped the table and stood up angrily, "Do you dare to pretend to be Bordeaux if you rotten red wine, do you think I don't know anything about the goods?"
At this time, Fan Wubing had already realized that this was probably a black shop, which was dedicated to slaughtering foreign tourists.
Immediately, three burly men rushed over and surrounded Fan Wubing, looking like they were not kind. Obviously, if Fan Wubing did not pay, they would definitely use some violent means.
But Fan Wubing was naturally not afraid of them doing this. He slapped the hard solid wood table with one palm, and only a muffled sound was heard. The hard tabletop was broken into wood chips, and the wine glass on it broke all over the floor.
The three burly men, the waiter and the dancer were all frightened, standing there dumbfoundedly wondering what they were calling.
Fan Wubing glanced at them very awesomely, threw out two US dollars, and then said, "I will give you at most two hundred dollars, so I can't even think about it! Grandma, she actually opened a black shop in Paris, and she dared to humiliate you, uncle, and I am so impatient!"
After saying that, Fan Wubing found that the atmosphere was a little wrong. A few people suddenly walked over there, reached their hands to their waists, and then pulled out the guy with a metallic luster.
"Damn, there is actually a gun!" Fan Wubing was shocked immediately.
This is really a veritable black store!
Fan Wubing didn't want to make any sense anymore. He kicked the man closest to him, then threw up a nearby table and smashed the gunmen.
Then Fan Wubing roared, alarming everyone in the venue. He erupted at the door and rushed over. Five seconds later, he appeared on the bustling street.
Chapter completed!