After shouting three times in a row, the French girl who was dragged into the car calmed down. The taxi driver kept looking at her cheerfully in the rearview mirror. Zhou Qingfeng was also waiting for her next performance. But her eyes rolled.
Circle, and said angrily, "Let me get off the car, or I will call the police."
The taxi driver drove for a while and stopped. The door opened, and the French girl adjusted her clothes and got out of the car. When she turned to close the door, she obviously hesitated, but decided to close it anyway.
"Are you sure you want to get out of the car?" Zhou Qingfeng teased in the car, "Your little trick is indeed quite useful. I have to admit that you are more careful and bolder than those coquettish bitches. So I can give you a chance, but...
It's only once. Next time you do this again, I won't pay attention to you."
There was only a crack left in the door, but it stopped and opened again. The taxi driver in the front seat turned his head and looked at the two men and women in the back seat and outside the car in confusion. But the French girl just opened the door
He pulled away further and continued to hesitate outside the car.
"You are not an ordinary protester. The shoes you are wearing are from Prada. The clothes are a bit old but of good style. They should be Chanel suits. The perfume you are wearing is from Lancôme." Zhou Qingfeng even took a special breath and smelled it to confirm.
Said: "Miracle Series."
"Your purpose is not that simple." Zhou Qingfeng also turned to look behind the car. Through the car window, he saw a few cars following him. The taxi stopped and those cars also stopped. "That's your companion, right?"
?What do you want to shoot?”
The French girl is very young, in her early twenties, not tall, with a green face, but her figure is not green at all. Her pair of big eyes are particularly beautiful, and her face has a bit of oriental charm, unlike orthodox Westerners
Scary high nose and deep eyes.
In response to Zhou Qingfeng's series of questions, the French girl finally said: "We want to film the conflict between you and the protesters."
"Which TV station are you from?"
"News One."
"Oh..." Zhou Qingfeng suddenly understood.
France is a bit of a schizophrenic country. To put it bluntly, the elites are often out of touch with the general public. This has been evident in the refugee incidents in the past few years. It is clear that the country is in a mess due to refugees, but the Virgin Mary of the elite is still advocating to accept more immigrants regardless of reality.
refugee.
France's arrogance makes the media's favorite thing to do is go against the government. As long as they can show their aloofness and superiority, the media can make up all kinds of news - now it seems that 'Lin Sen' is too popular, and some people want to start from another source.
Step on him from an angle.
For a Chinese to become the idol of young people, this is simply a huge embarrassment to the French media. Zhou Qingfeng will face countless open and covert attacks.
"May I have your name?"
"Ai Jielin."
"Then Ai Jielin, are you still willing to get in the car?"
Ai Jielin was hesitating again. She looked at the car following behind her and found it difficult to make a decision. Zhou Qingfeng said in the car: "Are you worried that your decision will conflict with the supervisor's intention to dig up the scandal? Or should you get rid of the supervisor and rely on me to get to know him?"
To increase your reputation and achieve career success?”
The taxi driver already understood what was going on. The middle-aged French man put his head out of the car and shouted to Ai Jielin: "Hey, kid, I suggest you get in. Even if there is a scandal, it will be good for you."
of.
There are so many women who want to hook up with "China Lin" in the past two days. You have taken a crucial step, but don't back down. Let your supervisor go to hell, your own career is more important."
Ai Jielin's cell phone rang and kept ringing. But the girl made the choice to get in the car again. This decision made the taxi driver laugh so much that he shouted: "Kid, that's right. Star,
Scandal, exposure, fame, these will bring you countless money."
Ai Jielin stared into Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, "I'm not short of money."
The taxi driver paused for a moment and asked, "Then why did you get in the car?"
"I want to prove myself, but I just haven't found a suitable way. I'm not sure that getting on the bus is the right decision, so I will get off at any time." A little stubbornness and a little temper seem to be Ai Jielin's true face.
This little French girl looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, but said disdainfully: "I like French men who are romantic, passionate and good at teasing. I have no feelings for wooden oriental men. So don't expect me to follow you."
What kind of scandal are you spreading?"
Zhou Qingfeng frowned with a wry smile, "Tell me, what exactly do your TV stations want to do?"
"We wanted to invite you to participate in a TV show, but your assistant refused directly, and we couldn't find a way to interview you. But your value as a news hot spot is too great, and the TV station is not willing to let you go.
Anyway, we can definitely come up with something."
"So you are changing the direction of your reporting and preparing to attract viewers by digging up scandals about me?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to think too much to understand that the Western media has limited moral integrity. As long as they can gain ratings through hype, there are too many things they can do.
"Last night's underground racing was a flashpoint. You fooled the police, saying the car was stolen, and found a few scapegoats to hand over to the police. But the media is not stupid. We are pretty sure it was you who mocked our French racers.
After a while.
As for the Chinese, we still have a few fixed tricks to play. For example, the refugee issue, why don't you accept refugees? For example, the territorial issue, why don't you let a certain region become independent? There are also pollution issues, human rights issues, and ethnic issues.
We don’t need you to respond. No one in France will listen to us anyway. We just need to criticize from a superior position. Our people love to see this. What is more shocking than pulling a top star off the altar?
Are you happy?"
The more he talked, the more Zhou Qingfeng kept pondering. The driver in the front seat turned around again and sighed: "Although it is a bit embarrassing, I still have to admit that the current French ideological and public opinion circles have fallen into a strong narcissism.
Plot. But because of political correctness, no one dares to tell the truth."
"Where are you referring to?" Ai Jielin suddenly interjected to the driver.
The driver lowered his voice, "Can I complain about the refugee policy?"
Ai Jielin immediately shouted with excitement: "I also hate the bureaucrats who made this policy."
The two Frenchmen suddenly found a common topic and chatted happily, making various complaints about society. Zhou Qingfeng watched for a long time and suddenly said: "I agree to participate in your TV station's program."
Ai Jielin was chatting with the driver. She was a little surprised and a little disbelieving when she heard Zhou Qingfeng's reply, "Are you willing to participate in a French TV program and have us study it with a magnifying glass? You will face various questions.
You must know that there are many people who want to cling to you, and even more people who want to discredit you."
Be silent for a while......
"I can't back down from this kind of thing. I have to protect myself and the face of my country and nation." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said nonchalantly: "Besides, I'm actually very good at quarreling with people. I've had so many quarrels.