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Chapter 271 The Yellow Vest

The reason why Zhao Yanling came to France in a detour was to go to Paris to do shopping for Nivi.

Since the two got along, until Niwei became pregnant, Zhao Yanling never gave her a gift seriously.Although the two hadn't known each other for a long time, they were already fucking kids.As a "grandfather", it's hard to justify being so stingy.

He found a hotel to sleep that night, and got up early the next day to take a taxi to Paris.

The straight-line distance from Le Havre to Paris is about 170 kilometers, and it takes at least 190 to 200 kilometers to add detours.The bus he was riding on got on the highway, and the driver went straight to the speed limit of 80.

It took more than three hours to arrive at the Paris bus station.

He got a ride and told the driver to go to the Arc de Triomphe.The driver was a little old man with disheveled hair, but his clothes were neat and stylish.His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he hadn't woken up.

Zhao Yanling's words were pronounced for him using the translation software on his mobile phone.

He looked at Zhao Yanling through the rearview mirror, smiled strangely, and said in fair English: "Are you sure you are going to the Champs Elysees now?"

Now that you know English, it's easy to handle.In an international metropolis like Paris, there are too many tourists from all over the world traveling from south to north, and they can't get along without knowing a few words of English.

Zhao Yanling was puzzled: "Why not?"

The little old man shrugged his shoulders: "Sir, the yellow vests are making a fuss over there. Although there is no danger, it has been a mess these past few days. Like you Koreans, you are too scared to go out."

"I'm Chinese! Is there a man like me in Korea?" Zhao Yanling stretched out her finger to correct him: "It's okay, let's go to the Champs Elysees."

He has never seen anything before, so he would not be afraid of some people holding signs and demonstrating.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the little old man. "Let's go."

The little old man was dry, and Zhao Yanling didn't have the same knowledge as him.Saying he is Korean, isn't that a curse?

Zhao Yanling took a mobile phone to send a voice message to Niwei, who was wearing a black and red chef's uniform and a chef's hat, and was at work.Her stomach could already vaguely see the bulge.

"Nie, where do you think I am?"

He pointed his head at the street view outside the window, the bustling street, even the old men and women dressed in fashionable and avant-garde clothes, this is not acceptable.As far as fashion is concerned, this city is at the forefront of the world, and it is far behind Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou in China.Some are not only fashionable, but also bold.In the early spring season, it is very revealing to wear, and it is not afraid of the cold.

Seeing this, Nivi bit her lip and thought for a while: "Paris!"

"What?" Zhao Yanling pretended to be surprised. "You guessed it all?"

Niwei looked back and whispered, "Did you miss me? If you miss me, come back quickly. The chef is here today, so I can't be lazy."

Zhao Yanling said carelessly: "That old guy Gordon is there? It's okay, you call him, you rest today, because I want to do shopping for you on the Champs-Elysées, you guard yourself!"

I really can't speak ill of people behind their backs!
As soon as the words were finished, Gordon's voice came: "Zhao, I didn't hear any respect for the teacher from your tone."

I saw him change into a chef uniform, but his hair texture was done like a young man, and he looked like a Hollywood star who was about to retire.

He snatched Nivi's phone, and said to the camera with an old face: "What are you doing in Paris? Those French chefs are very proud, they are the most annoying in the whole world."

As a result, the little old man driver in front interjected: "I feel the same way!"

The French are so funny!
The reason why Gordon hated them was because he was sent to the Tomb of the Sun, and behind him was the shadow of a top French chef in the chef world.Moreover, it is very likely to be the mastermind who planned this matter.

Zhao Yanling was dissatisfied and said: "The teacher belongs to the teacher, but you can't deprive us of our husband and wife's communication time. Quickly return the phone to Niwei."

The "inmates" who shared the same troubles in the Tomb of the Sun spoke very casually. Many people who survived the Tomb of the Sun had close contacts after they came out, and cooperated in many fields. It is said that they have also done a lot of big business.

"I saw the engagement ring on Niwei's hand. You are really willing to spend money, Tanzanite." Gordon relied on his identity as a boss and a teacher, relying on the old to sell the old and not to return the mobile phone. "What's so good about being married, marriage vows change everything!"

Zhao Yanling was furious: "Nonsense, which sentence changed everything?"

Gordon blurted out: "Till death do us part!"

"Come on, you're such a crow's mouth." Zhao Yanling said impatiently. "Give back the phone to Nivi, you can give her a day off today. When I go back, Niwei will resign and take maternity leave, and I will also take a year and a half to stay with her."

Nivi, who was behind Gordon, had a happy expression on her face.

Gordon returned the phone to Nivi, but muttered in his mouth: "If you resign, you resign. Women are not made to be chefs!"

The old guy is polite in front of the media, but has serious sexism behind his back, mainly in the field of cooking.

In normal times, Niwei might feel sad to be ridiculed by him, but she just heard that Lao Zhao said that she would take a rest for a year or so, so she was overjoyed and didn't care about those details.

She beamed with joy: "Are you really resting and don't run out anymore?"

Zhao Yanling nodded firmly: "Of course, I have to take care of you."

Niwei jumped up on the spot and clenched her fists: "Yes!"

……

From the end of the radial street, Zhao Yanling saw the thick and majestic Arc de Triomphe in the distance.

What's so depressing is that in these streets and the Arc de Triomphe, there are yellow vests everywhere.They held up signs asking Aaron to step down, or "protest against fuel tax increase", "evil capitalism", and so on.Beside them are trembling police cars and policemen in black who are armed to the head.When we got here, there were fewer tourists and tourists, and they were too scared to go out.

The little old man was not surprised, he honked his horn to drive away the yellow vests, and said to Zhao Yanling: "I have been tossing and tossing for more than ten years, and tossing and tossing every year. Frenchmen are always free, and it will be uncomfortable if they don't find something for themselves."

Although it sounded like he was complaining about his own country, Zhao Yanling could hear a strong sense of pride from it.He thought of the country. If someone complained about the shortcomings of their own country, or said that other countries are good or bad, they would immediately be sprayed as dog lickers, banana people, and branded and labeled as traitors.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yanling couldn't help but feel ashamed.After all, I still have no confidence.Only people with low self-esteem will be furious when others mention your shortcomings.Even when he had a close relationship with An Xin back then, some people ridiculed him, saying that he likes this kind of thing, what can you do?There is even worse, saying that he likes bastards... Think about these people, how dark and inferior they are?What kind of women and positions do I like, do I still need you to direct me?

Thinking wildly, the taxi arrived.He paid and gave a tip, and the little old man gave him a business card, saying that he could call him by car.

He walked into Fukai Coffee on the side of the road, ready to buy some desserts, and then went to the nearby Longchamp leather goods store...

　The Atlantic roll ends here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)