hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 211 Do Your Best to Save the Crisis

Tang Yumo quickly ran to the No. 2 car, knocked on the door, gave Nalan Xiner a soothing look, and then communicated with the driver in at least 4 different languages. In the end, it seemed that he finally understood the driver's dialect , I also know that he is of Hispanic origin, but he only knows a little southern French accent, and today is his first day working in Paris.

It was such a coincidence that he was assigned this seemingly simple task.Because he didn't understand the language and the road was unfamiliar, the supervisor specifically told him that he only needed to follow the map.

So no matter what Nalan Xiner said to him just now, no matter whether he understood or not, he insisted on pointing at the map and did not change his route.

Tang Yumo communicated with him in a proficient dialect. He didn't know what he said, but the driver suddenly nodded, started turning the steering wheel, turned out first, and found another way.

The three cars behind also followed in turn.

Turning off the main road, the traffic flow is no longer dense, and driving becomes smoother.

"Great, great! Writer Tang, you are amazing! Otherwise, the chief will definitely eat people!" Nalan Xiner exhaled, turning her worries into joy.

Tang Yumo turned back and smiled at her, thinking, how do you know he can "eat people".

"Is the 'New Bridge' a newly built bridge?" The atmosphere in the car became relaxed, and someone asked.

"Of course not. On the contrary, it is the oldest bridge over the Seine."

"Wow, that's more interesting than the Alexander III Bridge."

"Of course, a high-profile local tyrant and a low-key antique."

"Interesting! It seems that the traffic jam was just in time..."

Nalan Xin'er suddenly remembered something and said, "Writer Tang, it seems that the chief's car hasn't caught up yet..."

"Just tell him to go to 'New Bridge'. He is very familiar with Paris." Tang Yumo very calmly pushed this hot potato back to Nalan Xin'er.

"Ah...but people don't dare to call the chief..." Nalan Xiner pouted.

"What are you afraid of? He can't really 'eat' you." Tang Yumo looked at her amusedly.

"Well, that's true. Anyway, we solved the crisis perfectly, and the chief should praise us!" Nalan Xiner, like a child whose emotions can change instantly, called Gu Yihan to report the progress.

Is this... a solution to the crisis?Tang Yumo didn't dare to relax, she only knew that she had done her best, but who knew if there would be any emergencies waiting ahead?

She sat intently on the seat next to the driver, looking at the map and the traffic ahead from time to time, offering some route suggestions to the novice driver.

Fortunately, when she was working as a reporter in Paris, she once did a special interview on "The Bridges of Paris".She has visited almost all of the more than 30 famous bridges on the Seine in person, so she has the confidence to be flexible today.

However, she didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until she reached the left bank.

Car No. 1 hadn't caught up yet, and Tranquility, who was originally the team leader, was absent, so Nalan Xiner had to make a temporary guest appearance. Fortunately, Nalan Xiner's character was eccentric and lively, and she joked from time to time that Hemingway used to sit on this chair, and Picasso once sat on that window. Standing in a daze, or a certain hotel is a place for Sartre's wind|flow|night.

Under her commentary, the romantic art area has become a place for gossip about cool and funny artists.

The effect of the live broadcast was unexpectedly good, and the real-time ratings of domestic TV stations continued to rise.

(End of this chapter)