After shouting three times, the French girl who was dragged into the car finally calmed down. The taxi driver kept looking at her happily from the rearview mirror, and Zhou Qingfeng was also waiting for her next performance. But her eyes turned around and said angrily, "Let me get out of the car, otherwise I will call the police."

The taxi driver drove a long way and stopped. The door opened, and the French girl tidied up her clothes and got out of the car. The moment she turned around and closed the door, she obviously hesitated for a moment, but decided to close it.

"Are you sure you want to get off the car?" Zhou Qingfeng teased in the car, "Your trick is really useful. I want to admit that you are more attentive and bolder than those slutty bitches. So I can give you a chance, but only once. Next time you do this, I will ignore it."

There was only one crack left in the car door, but it stopped and opened again. The taxi driver in the front row turned his head and looked at the two men and women outside the car in confusion. However, the French girl just opened the car door a little and stood outside the car and continued to hesitate.

"You are not an ordinary protester. The shoes you wear are from Prada. The clothes are a bit old but the style is good. They should be Chanel's suit. The perfume you use is from Lancome." Zhou Qingfeng also took a breath and sniffed it out and said with certainty: "Miracle Series."

"Your purpose is not so simple." Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the car. Through the window, he saw several cars following him. The taxi stopped and the cars also stopped. "That's your companion, right? What do you want to take pictures?"

The French girl is very young, in her early twenties, not tall, with a green face, but not a young figure at all. Her big eyes are particularly beautiful, and her face has a bit of oriental charm, unlike the scary high nose and deep eyes of orthodox Westerners.

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's series of questions, the French girl finally said: "We want to take pictures of you clashing with the protesters."

"Which TV station are you from?"

“News One.”

"Oh..." Zhou Qingfeng immediately understood.

France is a bit schizophrenia. To put it bluntly, the elite class and the public are often disconnected. The refugee incidents in recent years have been fully demonstrated. Even though the country is so messed up by refugees, the elite Virgin is still advocating and accepting more refugees regardless of reality.

The media's arrogance is the most popular thing for the media to 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 step on him from another perspective.

It is a great embarrassment for the French media to make a Chinese an idol. The open and secret arrows that Zhou Qingfeng has to face are probably emerging one after another.

"May I have your name?"

"Ai Jielin."

"Then Ai Jielin, are you still willing to get on the bus?"

Ai Jielin hesitated again. She looked at the car that followed her back and it was really hard to make a decision. Zhou Qingfeng said in the car: "Worrying that her decision is contrary to the supervisor's intention to explore the scandal? Or leave the supervisor and increase his popularity by knowing me, and then achieve career success?"

The taxi driver now understood what was going on? The middle-aged French man leaned his head and shouted to Ai Jielin outside the car: "Hey, child, I suggest you sit in. Even if there is a scandal, it will be good for you.

There are so many women who want to hook up with "Chinese Lin" these two days. You have taken a key step, so don't back down. Let your supervisor go to hell, your own career is more important."

Ai Jielin's cell phone rang and the ringtone kept ringing. But the girl's choice was to get in the car again. The decision made the taxi driver laugh, and he shouted: "Child, that's right. Celebrities, scandals, exposure, popularity, these will bring you countless money."

Ai Jielin stared at Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, "I'm not short of money."

The taxi driver suddenly stopped and asked, "Then why are you getting in the car?"

"I wanted to prove myself, but I just couldn't find a suitable method. I'm not sure getting on the bus is the right decision, so I'll get off at any time." With a little stubbornness and a little temper, it seems that Ai Jielin's true face is.

This small French girl looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, but said disdainfully: "I like romantic, passionate, and provocative French men, and I have no feelings for wooden oriental men. So don't expect me to have any scandals with you."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned with a bitter smile, "Tell me, what exactly do your TV station want to do?"

"We want to invite you to participate in a TV show, but your assistant directly refused. If we want to interview you, you can't find a way. But your value as a hot topic in the news is too great, and the TV station is unwilling to let you go. In short, we can definitely come up with some solutions."

"So you change the direction of reporting and are ready to attract audiences by tapping into my scandal?" Zhou Qingfeng could understand that Western media has limited moral integrity. As long as they can hype and get ratings, there are too many things they can do.

"The underground car last night was a burst of time. You fooled the police and said that the car was stolen and asked a few scapegoats to hand it over to the police. But the media is not stupid, we are very sure that you mocked our French racers.

As for the Chinese, we still have several fixed routines 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 area? There are pollution issues, human rights issues, and ethnic issues.

We don’t need you to respond, no one in France will listen. We just need to criticize with a high attitude, and our citizens love to watch this. What’s more joyful than pulling a top star off the altar?”

The more he said, Zhou Qingfeng kept pondering. The driver in front of him turned around and sighed: "Although it was a bit embarrassing, I still have to admit that the current French ideological and public opinion circles are trapped in a strong narcissistic plot. But because of political correctness, no one dares to tell the truth."

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Ai Jielin suddenly interrupted to the driver.

The driver lowered his voice, "Can I complain about the refugee policy?"

Ai Jielin immediately shouted: "I hate the bureaucrats who formulate this policy, too."

The two French people suddenly found a common topic, chatted very happily, and complained about society. Zhou Qingfeng watched for a long time and suddenly said, "I promise to participate in your TV program."

Ai Jielin was chatting with the driver, and after hearing Zhou Qingfeng's reply, she was a little surprised and unbelievable, "Are you willing to participate in a French TV program and we are studying it with a magnifying glass? At that time, you will face various questions. You should know that there are many people who want to cling to you now, and more people who want to slander you."

Be silent for a while...
Chapter completed!