Rise of the Wasteland

She shouted three times in a row, and the French girl dragged into the car quieted down. The taxi driver kept looking at her cheerfully from the rearview mirror, and Zhou Qingfeng was waiting for her next performance. But her eyes rolled around and she said angrily, "Let me get off, otherwise I'll call the police."

The taxi driver drove for a while and pulled back. The door opened, and the French girl got her clothes out of the car. The moment she turned and closed the door, she apparently hesitated, but decided to close it.

"Are you sure you want to get off the car?" Zhou Qingfeng whispered in the car. "Your trick is really useful. I have to admit that you are more attentive and bold than those glamorous cheap men. So I can give you a chance, but Only once. Next time you come back to this set, I will ignore it. "

There was only one gap left in the 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 in the back seat and the car. But the French girl just opened the car door and stood outside the car and continued to hesitate.

"You are not an ordinary protester. The shoes you wear are Prada. The clothes are a bit old but the style is good. It should be a Chanel suit. The perfume you use is Lancome." Zhou Qingfeng also inhaled and smelled it. Said: "The Miracle Series."

"Your purpose will not be so simple." After Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the car, he saw through the window that there were several cars following, and the taxi stopped and those cars also stopped. "Is that your companion? What do you want to shoot?"

The French girl is very young, in her early twenties, she is not tall and her face is green, but she is not green at all. Her pair of big eyes is particularly beautiful, her face has a little oriental charm, unlike the scary nose and deep eyes of an orthodox Westerner.

In response to a series of questions from Zhou Qingfeng, the French girl finally said, "We want to take a picture of your conflict with the protesters."

"Which TV station are you from?"

"The news."

"Oh ..." Zhou Qingfeng knew for a moment.

The country of France is a bit schizophrenic. To put it plainly, the elite and the general public are often disconnected. From the refugee incidents in recent years, it is clear that the country is a messed up by refugees, but the Elite Virgin is advocating to accept more refugees regardless of the actual situation.

France ’s arrogance makes the media ’s favorite thing to do is to confront the government. As long as it can show its innocence and superiority, the media can make up various kinds of news. Step on him.

Letting a Chinese person become an idol for young people is an embarrassment for French media. Zhou Qingfeng's bright guns and dark arrows are facing an endless stream.

"What is your name?"

"Ai Jielin."

"So Ai Jielin, would you still like to get in the car?"

Ai Jielin was hesitating again. She looked at the car coming up behind her, and it was really difficult to decide. Zhou Qingfeng said in the car: "Worried that his decision is contrary to the intention of the supervisor to dig up the scandal? Or to shake off the supervisor and raise awareness by knowing me, and achieve career success?"

The taxi driver already understands what happened? The middle-aged French man yelled to Ai Jielin outside the car: "Hi, boy, I suggest you sit in. Even a scandal is good for you.

There are so many women who want to associate with 'China Forest' these two days. You have already taken a key step, but don't shrink back. Let your supervisor go to hell, your own business is more important. "

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

Ai Jielin stared at Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, "I don't lack money."

The taxi driver froze and asked, "Why did you get on the bus?"

"I want to prove myself, but I didn't find the right method. I'm not sure that getting on the bus was the right decision, so I will get off the bus at any time." With a little stubbornness and a small temper, it seems that Ai Jielin really is.

This little French girl looked at Zhou Qingfeng up and down, but said disdainly, "I like French men who are romantic and passionate at teasing, and have no sense of wood-like oriental men. So don't expect me to talk to you What a gossip. "

Zhou Qingfeng frowned bitterly. "Tell me, what do you want to do on TV?"

"We wanted to invite you to a TV show, but your assistant directly rejected it, and we couldn't find a way to interview you. But your value as a news hotspot is too great, and the TV station is not willing to let you go. In short, we can definitely figure out some ways. "

"So you change the direction of the report, and you are going to attract the audience by digging my scandal?" Zhou Qingfeng can understand that Western media has a limited discipline without too much thinking. As long as they can get the hype to get ratings, they can do too much.

"The underground car last night was a flashpoint. You fooled the police and said that the car was stolen. Find a few scapegoats and give it to the police. But the media is not stupid. We are sure you mocked our French racer. Some time.

For the Chinese, we still have a few fixed routines to play. For example, why do n’t you accept refugees? For example, territorial issues. Why don't you let a certain region be independent? There are also pollution issues, human rights issues, and ethnic issues.

We don't need you to respond, anyway, we in France will not listen. We just need to criticize it from the top, and our citizens love to see it. What could be more enjoyable than pulling a top superstar off the altar? "

The more he spoke, the more Zhou Qingfeng kept mourning. The driver in the front seat turned back again and sighed, "Although I am a little embarrassed, I still have to admit that the French intellectual and public opinion circles are now in a strong narcissistic plot ~ www.readwn.com ~ but it is politically correct No one dares to tell the truth. "

"What do you mean?" Ai Jielin suddenly interjected into the driver.

The driver lowered his voice. "Can I blame refugee policy?"

Ai Jielin immediately shouted: "I also hate the bureaucrats who made this policy."

Suddenly, the two Frenchmen found a common topic, and they were very happy to talk to each other about the society. And Zhou Qingfeng watched for a long time, and suddenly said, "I promise to participate in your TV program."

Ai Jielin was talking to the driver blindly. After hearing Zhou Qingfeng's reply, she was surprised and unbelievable. "You are willing to participate in the French TV program and be studied with a magnifying glass? At that time, you will face various questions. You know that there are many people who want to attach you now, and more people who want to discredit you. "

Silent for a while.

"I can't shrink from this kind of thing, I have to protect myself and my country and nation." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said indifferently: "Besides, I'm actually very good at arguing with people. I have so many quarrels Second, I never lost. "