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Chapter 438 "Red" That Makes Men Irresistible

Because he brought too much wine, Wu Qian didn't change to another means of transportation, and paid some money for the tram bus to take them to Le Bourget Airport.

According to Wu Qian's intention, the wine on the car will be shipped directly back to China, but Rosalind reminded that it would be very troublesome if they go directly from France.

Finally, Barbara offered an opinion, saying that it would be much more convenient for Wu Qian to store the wine in the hotel first, then arrange for someone to transport the wine to the UK, and then go through the import and export process from the UK.

Wu Qian also thought about it. His relationship in the UK is wider than that in France, and the import and export business is not difficult to operate. The joints in France have not been opened yet.

On the way from Dijon to Le Bourget Airport, passing through a village, Wu Qian found a very eye-catching restaurant. The signboard full of artistry is very attractive.

"Let's eat here at noon." Wu Qian decided to eat in this restaurant with absurd art decoration style.

During lunch, Woodward did not report yesterday's battle to Wu Qian. He decided not to report until he got good results. Anyway, the boss cares about the result, not the process.

After lunch, on the way to Le Bourget Airport, Wu Qian called the butler Fimile.

"Fimil, you should come to France now, I have something to trouble you to deal with."

"Boss, is the French Wine Industry Association embarrassing you?" Fimiller still remembered this matter, but he didn't know that Wu Qian had already met with the industry association.

Wu Qian smiled and said: "No, I met them and had a pleasant conversation. You should leave quickly and go to Paris Le Bourget Airport. There is a batch of important cargo for you to escort."

"Oh?" Fimile rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I see, boss, is Le Bourget Airport? It will be there soon."

Fimiller is at the Carrington training base discussing with the Manchester United executives about the reception of Guardiola's arrival, but the boss's order is the first. He apologized to several Manchester United executives and left in a hurry .

Le Bourget Airport is located in the town of Le Bourget, about ten kilometers northeast of Paris. As the first civil airport in Paris, the utilization rate of civil aviation is the lowest today, and it is only used for navigation between some European countries.

However, every year the French Air Show will be held at this airport. The decoration is very modern, but no expansion has been carried out, and the passenger throughput has remained at the level of many years ago.

In the air cargo area of ​​Le Bourget Airport, a relatively remote warehouse door, the sun is blocked by buildings, forming a shadow, a vehicle covered with a red cloth is parked quietly in front of the warehouse door, waiting for the owner It lifts the veil.

The red silk cloth is like a pool of flowing magma, dragged from all sides of the vehicle to the ground, even the tires are tightly blocked, full of mysterious sense of ritual.

Next to the vehicle, Williams, the manager of the Rolls-Royce Customization Department, seemed a little distracted, pacing back and forth. Standing at the four corners of the vehicle was a strong man in a neat suit and sunglasses.

In the distance, occasional passers-by would look enviously at the vehicles covered in red silk.

The nearly six-meter body is domineering, and even if the front face of the Parthenon is covered with red cloth, it can't hide the unique charm.

Anyone who knows a little about vehicles will know that this must be a Rolls-Royce, and it is by no means an ordinary Rolls-Royce!

Of course it's not ordinary. How can an ordinary car be worthy of Rolls-Royce sending an airplane to transport it across the country, and four bodyguards are also arranged to guard it, which is enough to show that Rolls-Royce attaches great importance to it.

Williams raised his hand to look at the time, with a faint anxious look on his face, he didn't catch the time when he arrived, and he landed before he had time to eat lunch on the plane, and he was still hungry.

"Tom, Kanade, stay safe and don't leave. I'll go to the airport restaurant to buy some food, and I'll bring you some back by the way."

Williams said something to the people beside him, and walked towards the terminal building.

Going around the warehouse, Williams found that not far away, a Bombardier C-series aircraft was unloading. When the Ferrari red shining in the sun came into view, he couldn't help but stop and admire it.

Who said only women are tempted by red!

No man can resist that touch of red fire, the retro body, convertible design, with charming lines, elegantly rendered by the red color, it is simply coquettish to the bone.

"God, this is an unrepeatable masterpiece. It is still a classic after more than half a century. It is so beautiful..."

As the manager of Rolls-Royce's bespoke department, Williams has long been tired of seeing the dignified Parthenon. He also wants to own a classic Ferrari in his dreams, but unfortunately his ability does not allow it.

Buying a Ferrari that is on the market is no problem for Williams, but if you want to talk about classic cars that dominate auctions, go to sleep.

coo.

A stomach cry brought Williams back to reality. He curled his lips secretly, raised his hand to touch his cheek, pushed his head vigorously, abruptly averted his gaze, and continued walking towards the terminal building.

"Slow down, slow down, go to the left, go to the left, Anima! Go to the left, Shirafu, do you not distinguish between left and right? If you bump into each other, before Wu comes to teach you, I will be the first to spare you!"

Labo Elkann stood beside the plane and commanded passionately, spitting all over the place, waving his arms non-stop, and his suit was almost torn apart.

The airport worker who was actually in charge of directing the unloading gave Elkann a look of displeasure.

Slav is Erkan's bodyguard, sweating on his brow and cursing in his heart...

"Xie Te, boss, why don't you drive by yourself!" Slav muttered in a low voice while sitting in the driver's seat. This is much more nervous than racing on the track...

Puff, with a soft sound, the rear wheels finally hit the ground. The rear bumper of the vehicle was only one centimeter off the ground, and even fingers could not be inserted into it. There was no danger.

Produced in 1961, the California GT convertible landed smoothly. Lapo Elkann leaned over and brushed the dust off the hood, and then squatted in front of the air intake grille and breathed in front of the silver-plated "immediate logo". Wipe off the floating dust on it.

"Wu, your 'lover' has arrived. As a gentleman, you haven't shown up yet. You really shouldn't be late."

Rapo Elkann muttered something, took out his phone and dialed.

Williams couldn't take the initiative to call to ask Wu Qian's itinerary, so he had to wait hard, but Lapo Elkann could play.

While the phone was connected, Labo Erkan saw a tram bus with the words "Welcome to Burgundy" slowly approaching from a distance.

"Oh dear Wu to greet his lover in a tangle of mechanical junk, it's heartbreaking!"

(End of this chapter)