Chapter 1482 Discredit

After shouting three times in a row, the French girl who was dragged into the car calmed down. The taxi driver kept looking at her cheerfully from the rearview mirror, and Zhou Qingfeng was also waiting for her next performance. But her eyes rolled around, and she said angrily, "Let me get out of the car, or I will call the police."

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

"Are you sure you want to get out of the car?" Zhou Qingfeng teased in the car, "Your little tricks are really useful, I have to admit that you are more diligent and bold than those coquettish bastards. So I can give you a chance, but also Only once. Next time you do this again, I won't bother you."

There was only a gap left in the door, but it stopped and opened again. The taxi driver in the front row turned his head and looked puzzled at the two men and women in the back seat and outside the car. But that French girl just opened the car door a bit, and stood outside the car and continued to hesitate.

"You are not an ordinary protester. The shoes you wear are from Prada. The clothes are a bit old but of good style. It should be a Chanel suit. The perfume you use is from Lancôme." Zhou Qingfeng took a special breath to make sure Said: "Miracle series."

"Your purpose is not that simple." Zhou Qingfeng also turned his head to look behind the car, and saw a few cars following through the car window, and those cars stopped when the taxi stopped. "Is that your companion? What do you want to shoot?"

The French girl is very young, that is, in her early twenties, she is not tall, with a green face, but her body is not green at all. Her big eyes are particularly beautiful, and her face has a bit of oriental charm, unlike the scary high nose and deep eyes of orthodox Westerners.

In response to Zhou Qingfeng's series of questions, the French girl finally said, "We want to take pictures of you clashing with protesters."

"Which TV station are you from?"

"News One."

"Oh..." Zhou Qingfeng understood immediately.

France is a bit of a schizophrenic country. To put it bluntly, the elite and the general public are often out of touch. The refugee incidents in the past few years have shown it fully. It is clear that the country has been tossed by refugees, but the Holy Mother of the Elite is still advocating the acceptance of more refugees regardless of reality.

The arrogance of France makes the media like to fight against the government. As long as they can show their arrogance and superiority, the media can make up all kinds of news. Now it seems that 'Lin Sen' is too popular. Some people want to look at it from another angle. Step on him.

It is a great embarrassment for the French media to let a Chinese become the idol of young people. The open and dark arrows that Zhou Qingfeng has to face may emerge endlessly.

"May I have your name?"

"Ezeline."

"Then Aijielin, are you still willing to get in the car?"

Ai Jielin was hesitating again, she looked at the car following behind, it was really hard to make a decision. Zhou Qingfeng said in the car: "Worried that my decision will go against the supervisor's intention to dig up the scandal? Or get rid of the supervisor and rely on me to increase popularity and achieve career success?"

Would the taxi driver already understand what happened? The middle-aged French man pointed his head to Ai Jielin who was outside the car and shouted: "Hey, child, I suggest you sit in. Even if there is an affair, it will be good for you.

There are so many women who want to hook up with 'China Lin' these two days, you have already taken a crucial step, but don't back down. To hell with your supervisor, your own career is more important. "

Aijielin's cell phone rang, and the ringing kept ringing. But the choice the girl made was to get on the bus again. The decision made the taxi driver laugh, and he yelled, "That's right, boy. Celebrity, gossip, exposure, popularity, it's going to bring you tons of money."

Ai Jielin stared into Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, "I'm not short of money."

The taxi driver froze for a moment, and asked, "Then why did you get in the car?"

"I want to prove myself, but I just haven't found the right way. I'm not sure getting in the car is the right decision, so I'll get off at any time." A little stubbornness and petty temper seem to be Aijielin's true face.

This little French girl looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, but said disdainfully: "I like French men who are romantic, affectionate and good at teasing, and I don't have any feelings for wooden oriental men. So don't expect me to talk to you What kind of gossip is going on?"

Zhou Qingfeng frowned with a wry smile, "Tell me, what exactly is your TV station trying to do?"

"We wanted to invite you to participate in a TV show, but your assistant directly refused, 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 like this. Anyway, we're sure we can figure something out."

"So you changed the direction of the report and prepared to dig up my scandals to attract the audience?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't need to think too much to understand that the Western media's integrity is limited. As long as they can hype and gain ratings, there are too many things they can do.

"Last night's underground racing was a flashpoint. You fooled the police, said that the car was stolen, and found some scapegoats to hand over to the police. But the media is not stupid, and we are sure that you mocked our French racing drivers After a while.

As for the Chinese, we still have a few fixed routines to play. For example, the refugee issue, why don't you accept refugees? For example, territorial issues, why do you not allow a certain region to be independent? There are also pollution issues, human rights issues, and ethnic issues.

We don't need you to respond, nobody in France will listen anyway. We just need to criticize from a high position, our citizens love to watch this. What could be more satisfying than bringing down a top star? "

The more he talked, the more Zhou Qingfeng pondered. The driver in the front seat turned around again and said with a sigh: "Although it's a bit embarrassing, I still have to admit that the current French ideological and public opinion circles have fallen into a strong narcissistic plot. But because of political correctness, no one dares to tell the truth." talk."

"Which area are you referring to?" Ai Jielin suddenly interjected to the driver.

The driver lowered his voice, "Can I complain about the refugee policy?"

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

The two Frenchmen suddenly found a common topic, chatted very happily, and complained about the society. And Zhou Qingfeng watched for a long time, and suddenly said: "I agree to participate in your TV station's program."

Ai Jielin was chatting with the driver, and she was pleasantly surprised but also a little unbelievable after hearing Zhou Qingfeng's answer, "Are you willing to participate in a French TV program and be studied by us with a magnifying glass? Then you will face all kinds of questioning. You must know that there are many people who want to cling to you, and even more people who want to discredit you."

Silence for a while.

"I can't back down on this kind of thing. I have to protect the face of myself and my country and nation." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said nonchalantly: "Besides, I'm actually very good at quarreling with people. I've quarreled so much Time, I've never lost."