Chapter 768, the prince picks up the plane!

Tang Zeyu's mood was simply terrible.

Originally, he came to Paris with joy to participate in a clothing brand launch event, but he did not expect to encounter such a vulgar and uncultured land on the plane.

Using the function of the mobile phone camera, he looked at his swollen face, his heart was filled with hostility, and his handsome face became ferocious and distorted.

"I will repay the shame I have given to you sooner or later." He said viciously to himself on the screen.

After leaving the airport, the cell phone in his hand rang. The caller ID was his agent Russume's number.

The reason why he came to Paris alone this time was that after receiving the cooperation intention here, Russume came first to negotiate cooperation. It was not until the contract was signed that he called Tang Zeyu to come.

"Zeyu, have you arrived?" Russume's voice was quick, giving people a feeling of being in a hurry.

"I've just got off the plane." Tang Zeyu said.

"I'll be waiting for you at the airport gate." Russ Mei said.

While they were talking, the two of them had already met.

"Ze Yu, here." Russ Mei, wearing a black suit, greeted Tang Ze Yu. She was a thin woman with a thin body, and she didn't look like a few taels of flesh on her body. She wore frameless glasses and looked like an insurance salesman--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Let's go." Tang Zeyu walked over and said expressionlessly. He deliberately turned his right face to prevent Russ Mei from seeing the scars on his face.

"Well, Zeyu, what's wrong with your face?" Tang Zeyu is the most profitable artist under Russummei. She doesn't want to see any accidents in him. Every time she meets, she will seriously look at him, for fear that something will happen to his image--As a star, even if he tied a button in the wrong way, it can become a topic in the journalist's notion. Therefore, it is impossible for Tang Zeyu to hide such obvious injuries on his face.

"It's okay." Tang Zeyu said angrily. I don't know what happened, but when I thought of that guy's name, I was full of anger. Even Sister Luo, whom he usually respected, couldn't help but increase her voice.

"Say in the car." Russume said as she took the lead and walked in front, taking Luo Zeyu on a black Mercedes-Benz that had been waiting not far away.

After getting in the car, Russume sat in the back row with Tang Zeyu. A French driver was driving. She probably didn't understand the two of them spoke in Chinese. She asked again: "What happened? You know, there is nothing trivial about your affairs."

"I met Qin Luo." Tang Zeyu said in a buzzing voice.

Seeing the stern voice in Tang Zeyu's eyes as he spoke, Russume guessed something and asked, "Did you two have a conflict?"

"It's him that he's looking for trouble." Tang Zeyu yelled at Russume.

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"I'm sorry, Sister Luo." Seeing that Russume didn't say anything, but just looked at her thoughtfully, Tang Zeyu apologized with guilt.

"Tell me what happened." Russume said. Because of her outstanding ability, her agent is very strong even when facing her employer.

Tang Zeyu started with Qin Luo, but attributed the cause of the conflict to saying in front of him that he didn't like traditional Chinese medicine. People are selfish, and he would never say anything he attacked other people's girlfriends with disabilities.

Russ Mei looked at Tang Zeyu and said, "How can you say bad things about traditional Chinese medicine in front of him? Haven't you read the script? He is clearly a Chinese medicine madman."

"I don't know who he is." Tang Zeyu said angrily.

"Hasn't I given you a lot of information to let you study this character well? There are photos of him on it, but you haven't seen them?" Russ Mei asked.

"-----I've been busy in recent days. I haven't had time to watch it yet." Tang Zeyu said. He has been calling friends in Yanjing these days and has been having fun, so he has no time to watch those things.

When he was bored in the waiting hall of Yanjing Airport, he realized that he knew nothing about traditional Chinese medicine. He was worried that he would make a joke during the shooting process, so he ran over and bought a book about traditional Chinese medicine to pass the time.

It was this book that attracted Qin Luo's curiosity and led to a series of things happening later.

Russ Mei sighed and said, "Even if you don't know who the other party is, you can't say to an outsider that you don't like Chinese medicine. What if he is a reporter? Soon you will play a role of Chinese medicine, but you tell a stranger that you don't like Chinese medicine---Isn't this damaging your image?"

"----He always asks me questions. I'm a little annoyed, and I accidentally said it was leaked." Tang Zeyu said.

"Let's do it first. I will communicate with Mr. Qin Luo after returning to Yanjing."

"Don't call him 'sir'. Also, I must give up this tone." Tang Zeyu was very dissatisfied with Russume's attitude towards Qin Luo.

As soon as he finished speaking, Russume's cell phone rang.

After answering the phone, it turned out to be Gao Xiu, the general manager of Perfect Film and Television.

"They will know so soon?" Russ Mei frowned and thought deeply.

"Help me sue that bastard. I will refuse to act if they don't punish Qin Luo." Tang Zeyu whispered to the side.

Russ Mei glanced at him, pressed the answer button on the phone, and said with a smile: "Manager Gao, what instructions do you have?"

"Is Manager Luo? That's right. For some reasons, the crew temporarily prepared to replace the male lead in "Young Doctor King" - after research and decision, we think Tang Zeyu is not suitable for this role." Gao Xiu's voice came from the microphone and was a little cold.

"What?" Russ Mei was angry and said, "Manager Gao, what do you mean? We signed the contract in black and white, how can we change it if we say it? Also, when you came to Zeyu, why didn't you say that he was not suitable?"

"Sorry. I have no right to decide on this matter," Gao Xiu said. "It is what the above means. We will compensate you according to the contract for your losses."

"What does the above mean?"

The other party had already hung up the phone, and Russ Mei was still thinking about the meaning of the sentence.

"What does the above mean? Who is the above?" Russ Mei looked puzzled.

"It must have something to do with Qin Luo." This was the first time Tang Zeyu was "returned" by someone. She was ashamed and punched her in the car seat.

Russell Mei's eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

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If it were Stockholm, Sweden, few people knew about it. However, when it comes to the Nobel Prize, everyone would not shake their heads. The founder of the Nobel Prize was born in Stockholm, Sweden.

Today, Stockholm Airport is very lively. Not only the president and vice president of the Royal Swedish Hospital brought a group of senior executives, but even the leaders of the Royal Stockholm Medical College gathered together.

Of course, just because they came over, they would not have sent out the Swedish palace guards. But when Sweden's first heir, Philip Moore, also appeared in the crowd of people, the situation changed differently.

The famous master specially cut black suit, his golden hair slightly raised, his handsome face with a knife and an axe chop, and his azure-blue eyes made him stand out among the many guards in red uniforms. Although those guards are tall and handsome, they are obviously much inferior to the prince.

Of course, the insurmountable gap of identity is the most able to distance people from one another.

"Oh. Oh my God, Prince Philip is here. Who is coming to Sweden?"

"Will it be that princess in England? It is said that the prince is going to get engaged to the princess."

"The prince is so handsome. I would have liked to sleep with him for one night----"

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The prince stood there and waited patiently as if he had not heard the onlookers. When he looked at someone inadvertently, he would nod and smile at them.

The prince was calm, but some of the officials below him didn't think so.

Kent, the director of the Royal Swedish Hospital, walked to his old friend Shiva, the president of the Royal Medical College of Stockholm, and said with a smile: "Old friend, I didn't expect you to come and pick you up."

"Aren't you here too?" The chubby Shiva hit back.

Kend said with a smile: "I thought it would be better to let the officials of the Ministry of Health come and pick them up. Unexpectedly, our Chinese friends actually alarmed the arrival of His Highness the Prince. If we don't come, wouldn't we show our respect for His Highness and sincerity to our guests?"

Sure enough, Shiva frowned after hearing Kend's words and said, "What is the origin of them? Why did the prince personally push the Ministry of Health to send them invitations? Have you read the official itinerary? He actually asked a Chinese to give lectures at our college---Traditional Medicine? What is that? Can anyone understand?"

When Kend saw Shiva being deceived, he was happy and said calmly: "This is exactly what I am confused about. I heard that His Highness the Prince also allowed them to freely promote traditional Chinese medicine in our country--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hmph. You can tell who is more powerful." Shiva said disdainfully.

Kent smiled and said, "I think the same as you. I have already made a few mini games in the hospital."

When some people in Sweden were hostile to Qin Luo's arrival, the UFO3636 flight that Qin Luo and the others took arrived on time.

The silver-haired old man Kalai, who was standing behind Prince Philip, opened his eyes and bowed, "Your Highness, the guest is here."
Chapter completed!