I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"It's crazy."

Zhao Baiyan commented on the film succinctly and comprehensively.

"But those academic judges probably like to watch this, as long as it can reflect [the inferiority of human beings] they like it."

In the cockpit, Amber cautiously stuck his head out.

"My lord, since you are so disgusted, then let me tell the European headquarters, why don't you award this movie and block it?"

"no need."

Zhao Bai waved his hand, raised his hand and let go of the movie, but he was no longer interested in watching it any longer. The characters on the screen were in an unspeakably grotesque twist, and the shadows magnified his facial expression, which was godless. numbness.

The movie is paused at this moment.

Zhao Bai's heart was not disturbed, and he began to look down at the red velvet cake of the girl's pink in the magazine.

Fluffy and light.

The pink color looks very appetizing.

Zhao Bai stared at the red velvet cake for a long time, turned the page and saw that it was a macaron again, Zhao Bai had no interest in it, and then turned back, it turned out that it was all girls' afternoon tea desserts, almost the entire magazine was This made him feel a little weird.

This is the special plane of the bishop.

Is it...

Zhao Bai closed the book and picked up a new magazine. This one is much more normal. In addition to the actual shooting of the restaurant, there are also dishes and close-ups of the chef. Nissan's black truffles are carried forward here.

French food.

Zhao Bai stretched while thinking.

He saw that Bronya was flipping through the magazine. Out of the idea of ​​understanding her hobbies, he took a closer look without a trace, and found that it was not only a weapons magazine, but also a historical weapons magazine. Bronya was reading Maxim. The manufacturing process of the machine gun.

It was a product of World War I.

I really don't understand things that are more than [-] years old.

Zhao Bai shook his head and turned his body to look out the porthole. Through the resin glass much larger than an ordinary passenger plane, he saw the lights on the ground. The bright lights were interspersed with darkness. Sparks flashed from time to time in the darkness. The ground rises.

"Is this what France is today?"

Zhao Bai took a deep breath.

"Why, I smell the breath of freedom?"

No one answered the question.

The Gulfstream passenger plane began to land slowly, Zhao Bai put down the food magazine and stood up, and Bronya got up without a word, ready to get off the plane.

The airport was empty.

In contrast to the tidy runway, the furnishings in the waiting room are obviously more disorganized. There are scattered beer bottles, chairs pushed to the wall, half of them are invisible except for the tower staff, and a huge banner hangs above the waiting table. Zhao Bai I don't know French, but I think it should be some kind of inflammatory slogan.

"Sow misery and reap only anger."

Bronya glanced up.

"..."

Zhao Bai was silent for a while, and then he laughed dumbly: "Am I the only one who can't speak French in the entire St. Freya Academy?"

"No."

Bronya states objective facts.

But then again, this slogan was not at all provocative at all, not like a uniform parade slogan at all, but a bit like the hiccups and complaints of a fifth-rate poet after getting drunk, and the poetry was a bit lackluster.

It seems that this trip to Paris will not experience the romantic spring sunshine.

Chapter 285: The Heart Is Like Still Water

Autumn in Paris is also unique.

The night sky was filled with faint firelight, thick black smoke columns rose up, red and white warning barricades were scattered on the side of the road, and they were a by-product of the parade.

"Cough cough."

The environment is really not good.

The main appeal of this public demonstration is that the Ministry of Finance proposes to further reduce pension expenditures, which is a full [-]% discount on the original basis. It is not only arousing the dissatisfaction of the people, but it is a direct cut in the hearts of the people. Come to such evil.But these are all appearances, and walking through the chaotic parade area reveals a magical, disjointed place.

Drink as you drink, dance as you dance.

The golden bar is still open, the exchange has just been delisted from get off work, and the streamer theater is putting on a Victorian drama, as if everything outside has no effect.

If you think about it carefully, the service targets of these high-end tertiary industries are not the poor people who participated in the parade. Even if they win, there is no benefit at all.On the contrary, if they actively respond to the call to close their doors, they will not be happy, and the consequences will be unbearable.

At that time, the seemingly strong parade would not help itself.

That's why, some neighborhoods are brightly lit and some are dark.

Zhao Bai stepped on the puddles and raised his head, his eyes pierced through thousands of meters of air. The dusk had passed, but the expected stars did not arrive. Instead, dark clouds occupied the entire sky.

"Is it going to rain?"

"The air humidity is 93 percent, with a [-] percent chance of rain, possibly accompanied by thunderstorms."