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Chapter 502, aggressive!

Napoleon Road, Mansion No. 3.

All the French know that this is the residence of the mayor of Paris, Mr. Bertrand. Bertrand was a capable minister who solved the financial crisis and energy use problems in Paris during his tenure and was deeply loved by the French. He was still

Next year's presidential candidate is the most powerful contender for the presidential throne.

Today, the door of Mansion No. 3 was open, and the noble mayor also stood at the gate in formal attire, waiting for his VIP with a calm look on his face. Next to it was his wife, Alina and daughter Gaelic.

Alina is graceful and generous, with a gentle smile on her face. You can tell at a glance that she comes from a good family. "Alina" does mean noble in Old German.

My daughter Gaelic was very excited. Obviously, people of her age were looking forward to handsome men. If this handsome men were still a prince, it would be even more likely to tease their newly developed breasts and touch their still young.

The soul.

"Dad, is Prince Philip coming? That's great, many classmates in our school like him. I want to ask him to sign me." Gaelic said excitedly.

Bertrand smiled at his daughter kindly, saying that what she said was right. Everyone knows that the mayor loves his precious daughter the most.

But the mayor's wife pulled her daughter's hand and said with a stern face: "Galese, as a lady, you can't do such an irresponsible thing. Your daddy is the mayor of Paris, how can you

It's so embarrassing to do something like asking the prince to sign it."

"It's okay," said the mayor. "Galese grew up and she can have a man she likes. Moreover, the prince is a very well-educated young man, and he will not underestimate us because of this."

"Thank you, Daddy, you know me best." Gaelic said happily. The mayor's wife was helpless, but she did not refute her husband's decision.

When a luxurious Rolls-Royce Silver Charm drove slowly over and stopped at the gate of Mansion No. 3, Bertrand quickly walked up to meet him with his wife and daughter.

A bodyguard in black ran over to open the car door, and the handsome and gentle Prince Philip, with blonde hair, blue eyes, walked out.

Bertrand shook hands with Prince Philip and said with a smile: "We are extremely honored to welcome Prince Philip. I think you must know my wife, Alina, this is my daughter Gaelic, she and her

All your classmates are die-hard fans. If Prince Philip could give her an autograph, she would be so happy that she couldn't sleep all night.

"Mrs. Alina, I'm disturbing. It was supposed to be my invitation to dinner with you, Mr. Bertrand, but Mr. Bertrand praised your cooking skills, and I couldn't help but want to try it." Philip was polite and polite.

Say hello to the mayor's wife.

"Prince Philip, it's an honor to see you." Mrs. Alina said with a smile.

"Miss Gaelic, I'm also honored to meet you. As for the signature - are you sure one enough?"

"Ah? Can you sign many copies? If so, I can give them to my classmates. I think they will be very happy." Gaelic said innocently.

"Of course. If you don't think I'm wasting your paper," Philip said with a shrugged. His posture was elegant and his movements were charming. He was really a very attractive man.

The straight silver-haired old man in a suit and ties stood silently behind Philip, without any movement or expression to show his existence, like a human-shaped stone. When it was not necessary, he never took the initiative to steal a woman.

The limelight.

"Prince Philip, please come in and sit in the house. We can eat and talk." Bertrand said invitingly.

"Oh. Very honorable." Philip said with a smile.

The guest and the host and guest made a few more polite words at the dining table, greeted the elders and relatives they were familiar with, and then began to get to the topic.

Prince Philip wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin and said, "This time, I will visit Mr. Bertrand and wish him a victory in the general election next year. In addition, there is another thing to ask Mr. Bertrand for help."

"Thank you for your concern. Just do your best." Bertrand said gratefully, but did not immediately agree to Prince Philip's request. Because he knew very well that the problem that the power of the Swedish royal family could not solve was not something he could solve in just one sentence.

"I don't know what the prince is talking about?"

Prince Philip smiled and said, "Actually, I was entrusted by a good friend, so I came to trouble Mr. Bertrand. She is a Chinese, and this time she came to Paris to solve the legal right to use traditional Chinese medicine in Europe-

----I think if the mayor is willing to help in the middle, he will definitely be able to promote the introduction of this bill. Isn't it?"

Bertrand pondered silently.

The prince was not in a hurry, praised Mrs. Alina's cooking skills, and talked to Gaelic about some topics that young people had. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Prince Philip, you know, with our friendship, if things are easy to solve, I will definitely not hesitate like this." Bertrand said in embarrassment.

"Yes." Philip nodded and said, "It is precisely because of such a friendship that I ask the mayor for this difficult thing."

"I understand. However, Prince Philip, the regulations on the prohibition of traditional Chinese medicine in Europe were not implemented by France, but were the result of joint consultations between all EU member states. Even if I am willing to help, it is difficult to promote policy modification.

.As you see, I am just the mayor of Paris, not the president of France.”

Prince Philip smiled and said, "Mr. Bertrand, I am proud of your friendship. I think that as long as you are willing to help, you can first urge Paris or France to relax the restrictions on traditional Chinese medicine -----

As long as France relaxes a hole and allows the legal operation of traditional Chinese medicine, other countries will naturally follow suit.------Even if other countries are unwilling to recognize the status of traditional Chinese medicine, they should consider solving it.

The problem has nothing to do with Mr. Bertrand.”

Bertrand was silent again.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "The reason why this policy was introduced was completely promoted by several major European pharmaceutical groups - this is their most delicious fat, they do not allow others.

The wolf comes over and takes a bite. This is something they can't tolerate. If I want to modify this decree or let it go, it will touch their interests---they are not short of money, and they have a lot of energy in France

It's scary -- if I want to run for president, I must get their support."

This time, it was Prince Philip's turn to remain silent.

He could understand Bertrand's mood. Politicians need the support of the people, and public opinion is a fig leaf for a bitch. Whoever has money is qualified to open the cloth. Voters are held by those who hold gauze votes and master media resources.

Manipulated by the black-hearted businessmen, they can support you to the stage or pull you off.

It is unwise to be an enemy of these people before the election.

"Is there no other way?" Prince Philip said in a deep voice.

"Dad, please help Prince Philip." Gaela begged pitifully when he heard his father and the prince's conversation.

Prince Philip smiled at Gaelic, thanking her for her help.

"I'll give it a try," Bertrand said helplessly. "I'll ask the bosses of several pharmaceutical groups to discuss and see what their attitude is. If I have an excuse to amend the bill, it would be even better.

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Prince Philip nodded and said, "I think they will help solve this problem."

Prince Philip drank black tea after dinner and said goodbye to Bertrand's family.

Their cars had just left, and a luxury logo and two luxury Mercedes-Benz came together. As if they had planned it long ago, they happened to have a time difference with Prince Philip's arrival.

When Bertrand heard the servant's report, he was unhappy, but he still went downstairs to greet him with a spring breeze on his face.

"Mr. Weihe, Mr. Antwan-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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"Mr. Bertrand, we're here for dinner, it shouldn't be too late, right?" Wei He said with a smile. He is the spokesperson for the interests of Saiyafi, the largest pharmaceutical group in Europe, in Paris.

"I think we must be here very badly." Mr. Antwan, tall and thin, wearing deep glasses, and like a university professor, joked. "The owner is cleaning up the table. The rest of the remaining leftovers are cold.

I think you can't eat it."

Antvan is the son of the president of the French local pharmaceutical giant United Megawa, and is regarded as the Paris version of the "Princestor". If he can successfully inherit the family business, he will have a net worth of 10 billion and will become one of the richest men in Paris.

"Mr. Mayor entertains guests and never treats us with what others have eaten." The skin is wheat-colored, Gu Jieyu, vice president of Novos, from Denmark, said with a stern look.

Bertrand smiled and invited all the guests to take their seats. He ordered the servants to bring the drinks they needed and asked, "A few gentlemen came here in their busy schedules. They would never have come to me for dinner."

Antwan nodded and said, "No. We do have other things. I heard that a distinguished guest came to the mayor's house. Is there such a thing?"

"Haha, there are many distinguished guests in my house every day - including the three here - I wonder who Mr. Antwan is talking about?"

"For example, Prince Philip of Sweden?" Antwan said with a smile.

"Yes. Prince Philip did come to visit his house today. He is my close friend, and we had a happy dinner together." Bertrand leaned against the sofa and said with a smile. "What? Are the gentlemen even me?

Do you have to ask any customer at home? In the future, do you have to call a few gentlemen to report to the customer at home first?"

The Clay Buddha was also very angry. After being sarcastic by these big figures with strong economic strength, Paris Mayor Mr. Bertrand finally couldn't help but get angry.
Chapter completed!