Zhou Qingfeng and Ai Jielin left gracefully, and no one mentioned the Shatoosh shawl incident just now. The political sensitivity of those reporters was higher than that of an assistant at the Ministry of Interior, and they soon realized
Which one is more serious, I have no interest in reporting it.
"How did that idiot become the Assistant Minister of the Interior?" Zhou Qingfeng walked around the Hall of Mirrors, drinking wine and eating delicious food. This kind of banquet was quite novel at first, as he had never seen anything in the world.
Safiya enjoyed it, but it was too boring for Uncle Zhou.
Ai Jielin has been laughing, but she is not smiling so happily. That kind of habitual, professional, and subconscious laughter can be seen from the etiquette trained for a long time. She can easily distinguish the identity of each guest and greet them.
Zhou Qingfeng introduces each person’s background and power relationship.
"I have gone to the best school since I was a child, with the best teachers, and even my classmates are among the best. I have been asked to become an elite, and those who come into contact with me must also be elites."
Ai Jielin kept toasting to a certain dinner guest in the distance, and there was no trace of etiquette missing. "I live in a ruthless world and do not accept mediocre people. You just ruined that guy's future,
Someone will definitely report it to the senior management afterwards.
If that guy's background is not strong enough, he will soon be removed from his position and thrown into retirement somewhere, with no possibility of recovery. Because nothing can be hidden from people of my father's class. They are cold and ruthless.
He has no mercy and is the true master of this country.
And if you don’t want to suffer the same fate, everyone must do their best at all times. Therefore, politicians will not express their opinions at will. Over time, it will create many shadow areas. No one will touch the shadow easily, everyone
We are all waiting for others to make mistakes. This life is very boring."
The more high-ranking a person is, the less likely he is to take action easily, but once he takes action, it is often fatal. There are very few people like Zhou Qingfeng who are so quick to stir up trouble.
Listening to Ai Jielin's touching words, Zhou Qingfeng thought about the various chronic diseases existing in various countries. He casually mentioned a few words about France's welfare and religious issues, but Ai Jielin did not respond. Obviously she wanted to
That's not what was pointed out.
Zhou Qingfeng came to the dinner because of Ai Jielin's request, but apart from confronting two idiots at the beginning of the dinner, he didn't think the dinner was very interesting.
Everyone else is socializing. Celebrities in the political, business, and cultural circles are either getting to know each other or deepening their relationship. Only Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in getting to know too many people, even if Ai Jielin keeps introducing high-ranking officials and dignitaries to him.
He still lacks interest.
Halfway through the dinner, one of Ai Jielin's brothers, Ronald, appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng again. After a few words, the two mentioned the matter of automobile patents. Ronald still wanted to spend money to obtain the entire technology license.
, outright exclusive buyout.
After saying a few words, Zhou Qingfeng refused again. Ronald was still very polite and was not angry even if he was criticized. He left after caring for his sister for a few words.
When music sounded in the hall of mirrors, Ai Jielin stepped onto the dance floor leaning on Zhou Qingfeng's chest. As the two slowly moved, the woman's body suddenly became hot, and she asked the man as if she mustered up all her courage: "Lin, are you willing?"
Will you marry me? I ask you seriously."
Zhou Qingfeng was stunned, never expecting to answer such a question under such circumstances.
Ai Jielin seemed to be afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want to hear. She rushed to continue: "I know you are very rich and well-established, and your background is mysterious and profound. I know you are very powerful, but you will always have needs.
my place.
We have not known each other for a long time, but I feel that you are the only one who can save me. Although I am a member of the upper class in France, I also long for the day when I can live a free life, speak freely like you, and not be subject to any restrictions.
A life of restraint does not care about the media, the powerful and the public.
I have always wanted to live an ordinary life, and you must think this is ridiculous. But a fate that has been decided since birth is actually not good at all. I..., I..."
Ai Jielin kept talking, but after talking for a long time, she couldn't get any response from Zhou Qingfeng. There was only a slightly surprised face in front of her, without any enthusiasm, without any urge to hug her or kiss her.
He doesn't love me - Ai Jielin still had a lot of things to say in her heart, but halfway through she felt her heart was empty, and she asked faintly: "I can't get what I want, and surround me with what I don't want. Hahaha...
…!
Okay, I know you can't marry me. I was actually joking with you, I also want to try acting. What do you think of my confession...?"
Ai Jielin smiled with tears in her eyes. She couldn't hide the sadness on her face. She covered her eyes and lowered her head and said, "I'm going to touch up my makeup. It's too ugly."
During the whole process, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to say. Reason told him that there were advantages and disadvantages to being in a relationship with Ai Jielin. For ordinary people, the advantages definitely outweighed the disadvantages, but for him, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.
Uncle Zhou has already hooked up with the rabbit family, and he never thought about hooking up with the Gaul chicken again. He is not strong enough to swing between the two big gangsters.
For Ai Jielin, Zhou Qingfeng only regarded it as a friendly competition for a one-night stand. Who knew that this French girl was so uncontrollable that she wanted to surrender. Seeing her hunched over and running away crying, many people in the mirror hall were surprised.
Zhou Qingfeng glared angrily.
Zhou Qingfeng felt greatly embarrassed and quickly chased after Ai Jielin's back. However, there were several couples of men and women standing in front of him on the dance floor, and he could not push them away violently. He would wait until he turned left and right before looking for Ai Jielin.
?The French girl is missing!
Ah..., what a heck.
Zhou Qingfeng was not familiar with the Palace of Versailles, and the palace was ridiculously big. He left the Hall of Mirrors and looked around. He didn't know where Ai Jielin, who was still crying just now, went?
Dinner guests came and went, but Zhou Qingfeng was like a headless fly. He asked the palace staff, and after asking for a long time, a waitress suddenly came over and said: "Mr. Lin, if you are looking for Ai
Miss Jielin, please come with me. She needs you now."
Zhou Qingfeng did not doubt that he was there, so he quickly followed him. Although the Palace of Versailles only had two floors, it had nearly 70 staircases, more than 2,000 rooms, and more than a dozen major places. He walked around in it,
Your steps are so hurried that you soon don’t know where you are?
The waitress took Zhou Qingfeng into a room. He hurriedly walked in, but didn't see anyone. At this time, his cell phone rang, and the number was called by Ai Jielin. Zhou Qingfeng was standing in the room.
After I answered the phone, I heard a woman crying.
"Ai Jielin, where are you? I apologize to you, my mind was a little confused just now. But that doesn't mean I don't love you." Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about how to coax a woman.
But Ai Jielin kept crying on the phone, and said in her sobs, "Lin, run quickly, leave the Palace of Versailles and leave France."
Zhou Qingfeng's heart immediately tightened, and he quickly turned back to look at the door of the room. He saw that the door was closing quickly, and the waitress who had brought him sneered at him through the gap in the door.
While laughing, the woman did not forget to introduce herself, "Dear Mr. Victor Hugo, I am 'Poisonous Spider'. It is really not easy to get rid of you!"