The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The streets of Eiffel Tower are busy and full of life.

The iron tower buildings on the street, such as limestone buildings and Gothic buildings, are full of the atmosphere of the times. Li Feng's cultural level is not high, but he is so passionate that he can only say one sentence: a model of the Renaissance, a brilliance of thought and art. .

Leaning against the arch of the street, shaking the newspaper in his hand, Li Feng, who did not understand Gallic at all, was wearing a newsboy cap and holding a toothpick in his mouth, reading in detail.

Of course, the most important thing is to look at the blurry black and white printed photos and the headlines made because of me, and I feel secretly happy. In a foreign country, I have left some traces.

He continued to scroll through the pages, and after seeing that No. [-] George V Street was completely closed, Li Feng nodded with satisfaction. This is the right thing. If you don't seal it, how can you shake hands without sealing it? You have two boats. It is definitely not advisable. Only a single-minded husband and wife life can be harmonious.

He was about to close the newspaper, but the next photo almost made Li Feng unable to move his eyes away, as if it was filled with a huge suction force.

On a stage, a dancer sits sideways on a chair, vividly showing her proud figure in front of the camera. One pair of long legs is straightened and the other bent. The key is, black S, suspenders, high heels, the old driver's X fetish is complete Connected together.

"TMD, capitalism is really toying with women and trampling on their dignity. This kind of bad example must be criticized... Bah, you can't go~!"

"It simply corrodes people's souls. This is not openness, this is G.HS~!"

I could vaguely see rows of seats in the background of the photo. Li Feng almost thought it was a movie theater. Performing like this in public is not art. At least in the eyes of Li Feng, a person with an upright Miao Hong background, it has nothing to do with art at all. No, it's just a borderline.

Slightly stooped, Li Feng stared intently at the sculpture details on the arch facade. Looking intently, he washed his mind with elegant art. He gradually straightened his back, folded the newspapers, and stuffed them under his elbows.

The iron tower rising from the ground is shining in the sun, shining with metallic colors. Tourists can be seen on the top of the tower, waving to the bottom.

Carefully avoiding the gypsy whose complexion was obviously wrong, Li Feng opened the door of the hotel again.

By the way, the boss has changed the room to a new one through friendly negotiation with the Gallic officials. What’s the advantage? They paid for it. What’s the disadvantage? You can’t jump down. If you open the window and jump down, you’ll be right at the main door. On the road.

"Dangdang~!"

"How much does the shirt cost~!"

"Nine pounds and fifteen pence~!"

After the joint code was matched, Lao Ge carefully opened the door, and Li Feng quickly moved in.

Looking at the ashtray on the dressing table, it was already covered with a layer of cigarette butts, and there was a cigarette holder still burning on it. Lao Ge also had a sad face. Li Feng could not have guessed.

"You haven't called back yet?"

"No, they should be there in the middle of the night, right~?"

Looking at the newspaper tucked under Jiutong's elbow, he pulled it out curiously. He was waiting for the message here. He had arrived and it looked like he had gone out for a walk. Lao Ge had a wry smile on his face. Only he had the authority to translate that Code book.

"It stands to reason that he is still sleeping at such an important moment. How can he sleep?"

After completing the task, Li Feng let himself go again, lay down on the bed, and began to complain about Lao Zheng. He came to Gaul and entered the palace for the second time. At least he had to be on the local list of troublemakers.

If I come back next time, will I have to face the PD knocking on the door and inspecting me, squatting in the corner?

Lao Ge smiled and didn't dare to answer the question. Li Feng could make fun of Lao Zheng unscrupulously, but he didn't dare. He just sat down to send messages and went home as soon as possible to warm up with his wife and children. Although the food here includes bread and meat, the hard breadsticks and beefsteaks are not as good as those of Xuehula. There are also slippery pasta. I feel that it is not as solid as the steamed buns with cabbage at home. It takes a lot of money to eat like this every day. How much money does the state spend on public funds?

He is not the only one who has this idea, including the chemical fiber team here and the chemical fertilizer team going to other places. Even Mu Ruixing is all based on the idea of ​​​​contributing to the country. However, the hotels and food here are all For the set meal, the price of pasta is the same as steak. How can this be justified?

The only difference is that when the team members responsible for the procurement work saw five or six figures for the machinery that was suitable for introduction, they did not blink their eyes and marked the purchase list redly.

This is the true portrayal of the current government-sponsored workers abroad in this era. They are really focused on their careers. On the one hand, they are frugal and on the other hand, they are racking their brains to break through the technological blockade.

The contrast full of integrity makes Li Feng seem to be bathed in golden sunshine, running wantonly.

"Hey, it's bright, it's bright~!"

The moment he saw the green light turn on, Li Feng jumped up from the bed instantly. Seeing the green light turn on, Li Feng rushed to the radio station.

"Oh, don't touch it, it will cause a short circuit~!"

Because of the different plug standards of the power supply of the radio station, the copper wire inside was cut off directly, twisted into a ball and stuffed into the socket. It was so fragile that Lao Ge was afraid that Li Feng would break it when he got excited.

"No one is allowed to enter the embassy before the end of the month~!"

Looking at the short message translated by Lao Ge, Li Feng shook his fist fiercely. It seemed that he remembered correctly, and the matter was correct. The next step was for the two parties to negotiate.

"I can't go back~!"

Lao Ge picked up the cigarette case on the table and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but it was empty and had already finished smoking. He subconsciously rummaged around in Li Feng's pockets, hoping to find another special pack, but Li Feng just spread his hands.

"Given the current situation, their thoughts should be consistent with ours. Everything will be decided later!"

"How come you've only been here a few days and you already feel homesick?"

Seeing Lao Ge put away the radio and the code book, Li Feng persuaded with a little relief.

"One day's meal almost equals half of my monthly salary. The key is not to eat comfortably. I haven't run out of cigarettes yet, and the cigarettes here are still choking my throat. One pack is worth ten days of my salary. It's a money grab~!"

After installing the radio code book and handing it to Li Feng, Lao Ge had no more cigarettes and was a little depressed at this time. He yawned and lay down on the bed. He was more homely than a homebody.

"Here, it's the last pack, save yourself from smoking, I've almost ruined a pack of cigarettes for you~!"

"I knew you must still be hiding it~!"

Seeing Li Feng take out another pack from nowhere, Lao Ge rushed up excitedly, took out one and hesitated for a long time, then took out another one, but by this time Li Feng had already gone out.

"What a thief! Where did he hide it? I searched all over the place and couldn't find it~!"

Saving a cigarette means saving a life. Lao Ge stuffed the cigarette case into the back of the drawer and resurrected with full health.

... (end of this chapter)