Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1243 Can you change the song (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

"They can't treat us like this..."

On the TV, a group of civilians with their faces covered were shouting at the camera.

Apparently the previous police action in Saint-Denis had stimulated immigration in Paris.

These people took to the streets, starting in Saint-Denis and spreading to other neighborhoods.

Paris Jingfang was very skilled in dealing with this situation. He immediately blocked the surrounding streets and concentrated the crowd in a few blocks.

Xu Chuan watched the news on TV and felt it was quite fresh.

It feels like both parties seem to know where the scale is. This is definitely a tacit understanding that can only be achieved after practicing countless times.

"Bet you, within an hour, someone will be posting a rhythmic message online."

Fiennes shrugged and said there was no need to bet because he knew exactly how the United States did what it did abroad.

But this time it was definitely not the Americans.

"There should be more violent news coming out in a short period of time to keep the fire burning."

"Tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Fiennes gave a time point based on his own experience.

Well, you have more experience and you have the final say.

"But what do all those RAIDs mean?"

Judging from the intelligence they had, there was no doubt that the instigator of this riot was this group of special police officers.

But there must be a reason, right? Why take revenge on society because they were not given proper pensions before?

But what do they gain by doing this? Donations from online supporters?

So why should the police focus on those immigrants?

These people must have other purposes...

And there is another question, why did the Security Bureau not find the two people who attacked the CIA secret room before?

Xu Chuan held his chin and thought for a while. There were many possibilities, but this was not something he needed to think about now.

"I'm going out, you don't have to follow me."

Xu Chuan stood up and was about to go out, but of course Fiennes didn't agree and stopped him.

"Hey, man, I'm going to find my girlfriend now. Are you sure you want to wait downstairs all night?"

He patted the other person's shoulder and said, "Okay, don't be so nervous. I know this place very well."

He didn't want there to be someone waiting outside when he and Sheila were having sex.

At this time, others were rehearsing tomorrow's show in the room.

"Hey, Xiaochuan, are you back? Let's put you in the last order, okay?"

When Chen Zi saw him coming back, she thought he was being hired by the show crew.

"I can do whatever you want."

Song Qian watched as France sent her a program list, "Is this a French song? L'Internationale..."

"It looks like English, international or something."

"It's the Internationale." Xu Chuan replied nonchalantly.

Everyone stopped moving and looked at him with strange eyes.

"You're going to sing the Internationale at the Chateau de Chambord?"

Chen Zi leaned back on the chair and burst into laughter. What did this child think?

"Although singing in front of the Paris Commune Wall has a more ceremonial feel, we can't let the French side change the place. I'll make do with it."

"No, do Sun Chao and the others know about you?"

Chen Zi very much doubted that the program team did not pay attention to the song name submitted by this person, otherwise how could it be reported to the French side like this.

"I don't care if they know it or not."

"Okay, you are awesome."

At this time, Rong Zishan changed his clothes and came out of the room, interrupting their conversation.

"How do I feel about my clothes?"

He didn't notice everyone's expressions, but directly communicated with Zhao Yutong, "Or is it better to wear a shirt?"

Zhao Yutong immediately replied, "It's still a shirt."

Rong Zishan immediately took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, while doing a few twisting movements.

"Oh, you have such a good figure."

Zhao Yutong's breathy voice sounded from the side.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, the legs are long and the shoulders are broad."

Zhao Yutong looked flattering.

However, Rong Zishan was not very satisfied with her compliment, "No, actually I have a curvy butt."

"Look..."

As he spoke, he made a few hip movements.

Zhao Yutong and Zheng Enxi were both amused by his actions, "Can you hold up a box of Telford?"

Rong Zishan immediately pouted and planned to give it a try.

Xu Chuan on the side curled his lips speechlessly, and then said, "Hey, let me give you a question."

He held out four fingers and asked, "How do you pronounce this in English?"

"Four..."

Everyone didn't know what he meant, but they all supported him.

Then Xu Chuan bent his four fingers and said, "How do you pronounce this in English?"

Well, this...

Everyone knows that this is a brain teaser, but they really can't think of the answer for a while.

"It's bent four."

"Ha ha…"

Everyone laughed, this homophonic joke is okay.

Hey, this guy doesn't mean anything, does he?

There are those who react quickly, such as Liu Ye, who already understands what the other person means.

Then Xu Chuan walked up to Yuan Minghao and picked up the opponent's performance sword.

"Actually, I know how to do this twice."

Under everyone's gaze, Xu Chuan placed his sword at his side and then made a lunge.

Shout out, "Tai Chi"

Then he took the sword out of its scabbard and pointed it directly in the direction of the sofa, and then shouted, "Draw the sword"

Then, with everyone's attention on him, he stepped back and put the sword back into its scabbard, and made a finishing move that made his dantian sink with anger.

"Okay, I know how to do these two." This made everyone who thought there would be a wonderful performance stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Everyone thought he was playing tricks.

Only Liu Ye covered his forehead, wondering if he should remind the program team to cut this section.

She could already imagine how these four words would be on Zhao Yutong's head when it was broadcast.

But after thinking about what happened these days, these four words are really appropriate.

Xu Chuan looked at the time and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock. He returned the sword to Yuan Minghao and went out.

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Sun Chao, "Director Xu, Director Xu, let's discuss whether we can change the song."

This guy was crying and felt like he was going to have a mental breakdown.

This is just like the time in Chile. Why does this person like songs with such obvious political meanings so much?

That time a chorus in the Chilean desert was posted on Twitter, and it immediately swept the country of Chile, and people are still following the trend even now.

They are just a travel variety show and cannot support such a large scale.

Xu Chuan smiled and replied, "It's not impossible, then let's change to a lavolonté dupeuple."

He spoke in French. Sun Chao was not fooled this time, "Do you have an English name?"

"Oh, Doyouhearthepeoplesing in Les Misérables"

Sun Chao has one head and three heads.

"Hey, that's almost it. This is a classic."

Xu Chuan patted the other party's shoulder impatiently. He had no intention of talking nonsense now.

Two bodyguards came up and took Sun Chao aside, and then Xu Chuan went out.

After asking someone for a car, Xu Chuan drove to the hotel where Xue La was staying.

But as soon as he drove out of this street, Xu Chuan saw Fiennes' car following him.

Okay, forget it…

…

At this time, Sheila had already returned to the hotel. She was also busy late preparing for the concert.

But she still remembered what Xu Chuan had said to her before. After taking a shower, she found a few pajamas with quite economical fabrics from her luggage.

"Which one is better? He likes black."

Wiping her hair with a towel, her right hand reached for one of the black ones, but she thought about it and changed her mind.

"Maybe changing the taste will give him more freshness."

Sheila finally chose a white gauze skirt. After putting it on, she put on a few POSS in front of the mirror and said to herself, "Perfect"

Then she lay on the bed and waited for Xu Chuan's arrival... and then, not surprisingly, fell asleep.

Xue La didn't wake up until Xu Chuan opened the door with the room card the other party gave him.

She also flew for more than ten hours and then rehearsed non-stop. You can imagine how tired she was.

Xu Chuan knelt down beside the bed and looked at each other amusedly.

Wearing a white gauze skirt, underwear, white stockings, and Snowy's dyed blonde hair, she lay on her side on the soft bed like a sleeping angel.

He reached out and touched Xue La's cheek, successfully causing the other party to murmur in sleep, and even pouted and shook his head.

"Oh…"

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed the other person on the lips, then stood up and walked to the bathroom.

I don't know why all the previous thoughts of torturing this woman to death seemed to disappear.

Sheila woke up suddenly in the early morning. In the darkness, she could feel a man holding her behind her.

Dimly, she immediately felt the most familiar scent.

"Haha, dear..."

Sheila immediately turned around and stretched out her arms to hug the other person tightly.

Of course Xu Chuan was already awake. He raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp and looked at the time. It was just half past four.

"When did you come? Why didn't you wake me up? Am I dreaming now?"

Sheila leaned on his chest and raised her head, her eyes still filled with confusion that she had not yet woken up from.

"Yeah, you're not awake yet."

Xu Chuan lowered his head and leaned closer. The woman in his arms giggled, and then slowly turned into a rustling sound that made blood flow.

…

After a while, Sheila gradually slowed down, turned her body and crawled over like a snake.

"You bastard~"

Sheila pushed him down, and the two became entangled again.

"What time do you leave?"

…

It didn't take long at all for the woman to go from raising her head, to leaning down to support her body with her arms, to completely lying on Xu Chuan's body.

In the end, I could only hand over the initiative again.

…

Just after six o'clock, Xu Chuan returned to the apartment. By this time, the program team had already gotten up and started preparing for the day's shooting.

When he got out of the car, he moved his waist involuntarily.

It was still dark at this time, so he went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

They were going to Chambord today, and the meeting time was eight o'clock. Even if they took a taxi, they would have to leave after seven o'clock.

Sandwiches for nine people were made, and it was just half past six.

Then he started to smash the doors in each room, successfully waking everyone up.

I just don’t know if these people are angry when they get up.

"We set off at a quarter past seven. Those who can't catch the bus will run to Chambord by themselves."

A bunch of people didn't go to bed until three or four in the morning, and it was really painful to get up at this time.

"I just went to bed."

Rong Zishan leaned against the door frame with his eyes closed, "I recited the poem until almost five o'clock."

Xu Chuan sneered, "Hey, let me ask you, Master Rong, which masterpiece are you memorizing?"

Rong Zishan yawned and replied feebly, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou."

"Then NM shouldn't be able to memorize it in junior high school. You memorized it until the early hours of the morning. Are you trying to show that you are working hard, or are you trying to show that you are an idiot?"

"It's almost five o'clock. Have you ever thought about how the cameraman is feeling?"

A series of NM and other special comments directly made Rong Zishan nervous.

"You are so sick. You came over to me early in the morning and asked me to scold you. Is your brain underdeveloped or your cerebellum has atrophied prematurely?"

The good mood with Sheila was ruined just like that.