"I still remember clearly that those trash cans were surrounded by flies and bugs, and the contents must have gone bad, but the children were, well, happy eating them."
"My first reaction was to go over and drive them away, because everyone knows that those things are inedible and will make you sick."
"Then, it was the first time in my life that I saw such a thin person."
Everyone else at the table stopped and listened carefully to his story.
"There's no flesh underneath his skin, he looks like a moving skeleton."
"They saw me coming and then left in a hurry."
Xu Chuan scratched his hair, "I know you may not understand what I'm saying, but that day was the first time I really knew that some people in this world would really starve to death."
"Since then, although I still feel that the food in the cafeteria is really unpalatable, I will never throw it away directly again. I will package it and take it to the children."
"Then a few days later I received a mud cookie that almost killed me."
Xu Chuan seemed to have thought of something interesting and chuckled.
And then scare the hell out of everyone else.
Xu Chuan laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He waved his hand, "Okay, okay, don't be nervous. I understand that there are some things that you can't relate to unless you experience them."
Several other people quickly shook their heads, "We understand..."
"No, you don't understand. What I mean is that if you dare to throw away these twenty-odd dishes without finishing them, I will stuff them in for you with my own hands."
"Don't worry, men and women are absolutely equal."
The windows of the room were open, and a breeze blew in from the outside, making several people feel a chill on their bodies.
Damn it, this guy has gone around in such a big circle just to stand on the moral high ground and say this.
Xu Chuan opened the lunch box containing rice and ate it one bite at a time.
How can other people eat it?
Xu Chuan didn't stop eating while eating, "Actually, I really think you guys are quite... how should I put it? You won't be happy to call you stupid, so I'll use the word "shabi" instead."
"Almost ten days have passed, and except for the first and second sisters, you still haven't figured out my character clearly."
"Have you ever seen any leftover rice on my plate in so many days?"
"My IQ is not high, my emotional intelligence is not high either, and I can't even observe people's emotions."
"How did you get the sponsor's father? You just took off your clothes when you entered the house without saying anything, right?"
"Everyone is as thin as a man with spare ribs. Your sponsor father's preferences are really different."
"When someone treats you, you just order food. Have you never had a meal?"
"As you say, take two bites, and then use chopsticks to turn over all the dishes. Ha, is this what your adults taught you?"
…
He took a bite of rice and said something. By the time the box of rice was finished, the group of people was almost autistic.
He threw aside the lunch box with not even a grain of rice left, "Okay, I won't scold you in vain."
Xu Chuan pointed to the lunch box on the table, "Eat as much as you can, keep as much as you can, and send the rest to the camera crew."
Then he pointed at Jin Daxi and said, "Today's meal was invited by your friend, and I'll give you the chance to create a character. Do you know what to say?"
Jin Daxi, who was also dumbfounded by the scolding, responded with a lunch box in his hand, and instantly changed his smile, "We can't eat so much, why don't we give it to the camera guys? It's a waste if we can't finish it."
Xu Chuan's fingers swept towards the others, and several people immediately agreed, "Yes, that's right, we really should..."
Then he hurriedly re-covered half of the lunch boxes, and Yuan Minghao helped Jin Daxi pick out the ones and send them to the program crew.
"Isn't this quite something?"
"Don't use me to remind you of this kind of thing in the future. If you do, I will scold all of you first."
"If you have the guts, just get on a plane and get out. You won't be in the entertainment industry anymore."
"If you really have this temperament, not only will I not cause trouble for you, I will also block other troublemakers for you."
But do they have it? Definitely not. It’s so easy to make money in the entertainment industry.
Not to mention being scolded a few times, even steel balls are not intolerable to them.
At this time, the PD walked in and said cautiously, "Dr. Xu, do you have time? We need to prepare for the harvest today."
"Okay, here we come."
When Xu Chuan walked out of the room, the others breathed a sigh of relief.
This clearly shows that the program team came to rescue these people.
"Dr. Xu, what do you think of today's cultural exchange activities?"
Xu Chuan rolled his eyes, "Although some people forgot the words when reciting, some forgot the words when singing, and some almost fell to pieces when dancing with swords, but the overall performance is still remarkable."
"Especially Third Sister's Ba Duan Jin and Si Liu's Hulusi and Dai dance are both very good."
PD was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect that the other party would actually say nice things.
"What about your show?"
"It's quite boring. I still think the Internationale might be better."
PD's expression froze for a moment. How obsessed is this person with the Internationale?
His preparation was not long, mainly because the PD was worried that he would say something that needed to be cut directly.
When Xu Chuan went out, Song Qian was coming back with the cake, ready to hide in the PD's room.
"I have set aside the food for you and eldest sister. You can warm it up later and don't forget to eat it."
Xu Chuan walked out after talking to the other party.
"Hey, what are you going to do?" Song Qian shouted, and then she lowered her voice for fear that people in the room would hear her, "Aren't you going to celebrate Xiao Yuan's birthday later?"
"Should I celebrate his birthday? I'm afraid his life won't be so tough."
Xu Chuan didn't even look back and waved his hand directly, "I'm going to find my girlfriend."
He had no intention of playing a happy birthday with these people. If he had the time, he might as well go and have sex with Sheila.
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And Sean Blair, who hadn't eaten at all, had already found her boyfriend's home based on Zoe's guidance.
Then they discovered a body hanging in the air.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zoe immediately collapsed on the ground and cried, "Jean, Gene..."
Sean Blair did not put the body down. He first looked at the neck of the body, and there seemed to be two strangulation marks.
Then he touched the body's pocket and asked, "What does your boyfriend do?"
And Zoe was still crying, "I don't know either..."
Faced with this answer, Sean Blair was speechless, "Then what do you usually do when you meet, is it just to go to bed?"
"Of course not. We have the same pursuits and ideals, but we rarely interfere in each other's lives."
Sean Blair cursed silently, and then began to check every corner of the room.
He noticed a cabinet near the wall.
From his height, he could directly see the top of the cabinet, and there seemed to be a rope tied behind it.
I reached out and pulled it, and there was something obviously hanging on the rope. When I pulled it out, I found it was a brown paper bag.
I untied the rope and opened it, and found the ID and police badge inside.
He looked up at the body and saw that the man was a policeman.
Then he glanced at Zoe, who was still crying, and he completely understood that this policeman should be an undercover agent.
Police officers who work undercover to stay with these radicals.
Oh, this guy not only fell for his target, he also planned to use her to plant a bomb. This is true love.
Walked up to Zoe and handed the deceased's ID to the other party.
Sean Blair has a malicious sense of pleasure.
He was knocked unconscious before, then hit by a car, and shot again. So far this day, he is really angry.
And now he can finally connect everything.
Ignoring the woman whose world view collapsed, he immediately took out his cell phone and called the intelligence station back.
"Karen, I found the Zoe, and I also found the person who made the bomb."
"But that guy is dead. I found his ID, Pascal Fibot, a RAID. I think he was silenced."
"They originally planned to let the bomb explode at the headquarters of the ruling party and then frame it for Qingzhensi."
Karen Dacre, who was bombarded by the information, immediately pressed his forehead against it, not expecting it to be so troublesome.
"Karen, this whole thing is RAID's fault. They are playing chess with the city."
Karen Dacre immediately replied, "Blair, we can't handle this matter."
"I must inform French intelligence about this situation."
Their main task is not to help the French deal with internal problems. Maybe their superiors would rather see civil strife in France.
"Who are you going to tell?"
Sean Blair feels that no one can be trusted now.
"Victor Miguel, my former contact in Lipia, this person is still trustworthy."
As allies, they have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes they need to cooperate, and sometimes they have to guard against each other.
However, they do have common interests in the matter of counter-terrorism.
"They asked us to hand over someone, and now one of them is dead."
"Why should you care about a bomb deliverer?"
Sean Blair looked back at the woman who was holding the deceased's ID in disbelief.
"Okay, you're right."
"Then I'll make arrangements and have someone pick you up."
After hanging up the phone, Sean Blair walked back to Zoe, then reached out and took the police badge and ID.
"We are in love..."
Sean Blair was stunned for a moment and then said, "Zoe, for an undercover police officer, feelings are often not what they seem."
Zoe lowered her head and sobbed, "That's not the case. I believe in him and our feelings."
"This is his skill. He wants to gain your trust."
"He must have known that someone was going to silence him, so he asked me to run away from Paris."
Zoe raised her head and stared at the other person, "Oh, have you ever done this kind of thing? To deceive and use others for your own purposes."
This sentence choked Sean Blair so much.
"Okay, let's go to a safe place to rest for the night, and then hand you over to the security bureau."
"Don't worry, as long as you tell what you know, they will find out the truth."
Sean Blair himself didn't believe this. He was worried that in order to cover up the scandal, the French would directly use this silly woman as a scapegoat.
But that doesn't concern him, does it?
He abandoned the car in an alley and changed to another one on the side of the road where there was no surveillance.
Locking a car would certainly not be a problem for a CIA agent.
And Chigida, who had been following them, was on the other side of the alley.
She stood in the dark drinking beer and watching the two men.
Sean Blair didn't realize that someone was watching them.
The other party's car started, Chigida asked the others to follow, and then walked into the house herself.
He pushed the body twice with his left hand that was not holding the wine bottle, and then said to himself, "I've been dead for almost a day. How can I silence you?"
Sometimes I see so many dead people that it becomes a conditioned reflex to judge the time of death.
Moreover, there are obvious marks of gun use on the fingers of this man's right hand. To reach this level, the number of shots per day is absolutely indispensable.
I took a look at the furnishings in the house. Although they were old and a little messy due to frequent use, they were arranged in a very orderly manner.
It can be seen from some details that this is a guy who has experienced life in a disciplined force.
So is this a policeman or a soldier?
She carefully inspected the hanging body, then took out her phone, took a photo, and sent it to Umbrella.
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Xu Chuan had already arrived at the hotel where Xue La was staying and opened the door with ease. Of course, this woman was not asleep yet.
"I thought you wouldn't come..."
Xue La complained, and then pounced on Xu Chuan the next second, "Haha~"
Xu Chuan supported the other party and slowly walked into the room, "What are you doing?"
He saw some music sheets on the table.
"I'm changing it according to your suggestion."
"Oh"
Xu Chuan smiled and then put the person in his arms on the table.
"You don't understand what I mean. My suggestion is just a suggestion. Discuss it with your people. What I said may not be right."
When it came to music, Sheila became a completely different person. She held a piece of music that had been changed in a mess, and then hummed a few bars of it softly.
Then he asked, "Which one do you think is better?" There was a part that Xu Chuan helped to change, and there were very subtle differences between the two versions.
Xu Chuan lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "The version you wrote is better."
"Really?"
This woman suddenly flashed a pair of big Kazilan eyes, and her face looked happy.
"Really, you are the most cutting-edge singer in the pop music world. You know better than me what the current trends are, so be more confident."
Xu Chuan is telling the truth. If he works on an album wholeheartedly, he can certainly put together an entire album of classic songs.
But this is different from something built by Sheila's personal ability.
Seeing that this woman has made such great progress in her professional field, Xu Chuan is really happy. He likes Sheila very much as she is now.
This woman did not give up her efforts just because Xu Chuan helped her, but was trying to find a way to keep up with Xu Chuan's footsteps.
"What about this?"
Sheila picked up another piece of music...
Xu Chuan was not impatient at all. The two of them sat on the sofa and discussed every song here seriously.
Xuela told him which song was written because she thought of him, which song reminded him of his hometown, and which song was the blow he had experienced...
Xu Chuan listened carefully. He felt that Xuela, who was serious at this moment, was more beautiful than ever.
Time passed slowly and gradually reached early morning, but there was no usual groaning and panting in the room. Xue La fell asleep lying on Xu Chuan's lap.
Xu Chuan gently put the person on the bed without waking the other person, and then gently arranged the music scores.
Then he sat on the sofa and opened the tactical terminal. It was almost the time agreed with Birkhoff.
At two o'clock in the morning, a video was re-uploaded on the website.
The masked man inside announced in a loud voice that the second explosion will happen at any time and everyone must be prepared. That is the clarion call for attack.