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Chapter 921(2/3)

The waiter responded and left.

"Chowder is eaten by people, and cool wind is also drunk by people, black truffles, French foie gras, blue lobster, baked snails, and a bottle of Romani Conte 1945. This is what people drink."

"Sir, sorry, our restaurant does not have such expensive wines, you can check out the others."

"A restaurant of such a big one, not even a bottle of Romani Conte. Which wine is the most expensive here? Let me tell you, I don't drink wines less than 50,000 francs, and I don't deserve my identity."

This conversation fell into Nan Yi's ears. He could hear the targetedness in the words and looked at the man making a sound on the table next door. Nan Yi's eyes were illuminated.

It’s okay to show off, but it’s not impossible to slap him in the face, but saying “Love is not something that people drink” is a naked provocation.

Nan Yi glanced at the man's face, very strange, and had never seen him before, but seeing the provocation to him in the eyes of the other party and the passion for looking at Sophie Marso, Nan Yi instantly understood why the other party did this.

"Adam, do you know?" Sophie Masso asked.

"If you don't know, we eat ours, don't worry about him." Nan Yi waved his hand and asked the waiter who brought the wine to leave. He poured the red wine into the decanter himself. As soon as he poured it, he picked up the decanter and poured a little on both cups, "Try it."

Nan Yi picked up the cup, shook it for a while, and watched the wine flow slowly down along the wall of the cup, forming liquid columns. This is the phenomenon of hanging the cup of red wine.

Hanging a glass does not necessarily mean good red wine, but good red wine must be hung.

After observing the hanging cup, Nan Yi put the cup in front of his nose and smelled it. Then he took a small sip and put it in his mouth to taste it slowly, "It's delicious."

Sophie Masso tasted it, put down the wine glass and smiled, "Haha, are there any cool wine that is not good in your eyes?"

"I guess not." Nan Yi shrugged.

"Before drinking red wine, you must have a process of sobering up. Pour the originally sealed red wine into the sobering vessel to filter out the precipitates in the wine and release the odors in the wine, dead yeast, and rotten eggs.

The body of the wine flows out of the sealed bottle. The moderate exposure to oxygen can soften the tannins in the wine, and the fruity aroma will also be emitted, making the red wine more energetic and more layered in the mouth.

Aged red wine is like a sleeping beauty. Beautiful is beautiful, but it is in a sleepy state and lacks vitality. Sobering up is like a kiss from a prince, which makes the sleeping beauty wake up, restore her vitality, and truly show her due charm and beauty.

Drinking red wine without sobering is like forcibly invading the sleeping beauty. You can’t feel the feedback from the beauty at all, just like chewing wax, it’s boring.”

The pretender next door poured the wine into the decanter while pouring the sound into Nanyi and his ears in a targeted manner. Yes, his eyes were tightly pressed against Sophie Marso. It was impossible to say that it was not targeted.

"My bottle of Musini Special Garden dry red wine in Lehua Winery takes at least an hour to sober up, so that the tannins inside can be completely released. Unlike some low-end red wines, they only take ten minutes and drink in less than a minute. The originally poor taste is even worse."

"Adam, what are you going to do when he targets us like this?" Sophie Masso couldn't stand it anymore and said to Nan Yi with frost on his face.

"Why are you so angry? He is a very obvious pursuit by belittling me and raising my position in your eyes. You should be secretly happy." Nan Yi smiled faintly.

As he said, Nan Yi pressed the signal transmitter in his pocket and waited for the tiger cub to appear at the door of the restaurant. Nan Yi nodded again at the man who was talking. The tiger cub nodded secretly and remembered the man's appearance with care.

"Adam, there are many people who want to pursue me. You will come here every month from now on, otherwise I will let you be Guan Er Ge." Sophie Masso smiled sly.

"It seems that I should go to Mr. Zhao and said, "I have taught you what the hell are you doing."

Guan Erge has three major image characteristics: beautiful beard, green dragon and moon sword, and also wearing a green turban. In fact, the ancients were very taboo about green. Except for Guan Erge, few people wore green clothes, even women.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, green was the exclusive color of prisoners, and no punishment was given to criminals, but it was ordered to be wrapped in a green turban to insult him. Green was an insulting color during that period. Letting others wear green turbans and wearing green clothes is more insulting than forcing people to eat shit.

In the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Dianzhang stipulated that parents and relatives of prostitutes must wrap green headscarves on their heads to show their cheap careers. Because blue and green are very close, people later used to talking about green headscarves, and thus, green hats and green headscarves became the special clothing for the Turtle Prince.

During the Ming and Qing dynasties, the maids who were in the brothels usually married to the turtle slaves and turtle men after they retired, and became a family to live together. The woman who sold her body was the nominal daughter of the turtle men.

Sometimes, brothel women in the past also maintained a marriage relationship with the turtle man in an attempt to find a backer. The turtle man asked them to pick up customers, that is, the husband asked his wife to pick up customers. Over time, the turtle man wearing a green turtle implied that his wife had an affair with another man, and gradually evolved into the term "cuckold".

From the second brother Guan, he was a little far away from it, and belonged to the category of miscellaneous studies. Most people rarely pay attention to it. Only before liberation, he had to walk around the streets and alleys, with a low level and no teahouses. He could find a restaurant. The storytellers who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were interested in the people in the market, liked to say such topics interspersed with dirty jokes.

Storytellers speak the Three Kingdoms, the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Water Margin. They are so naughty that they can’t stand the table. A relatively mature story framework, with all kinds of celebrities coming in. Today they talk about Lu Zhihe and Shen Shi, tomorrow they talk about Wu Zetian’s 72-faced words, and the day after tomorrow they say that Yang Yu is still smelly and smelly.

Nan Yi suspected that Mr. Zhao, who was mentioned by Sophie Maso, was not a good way to go when he was young, and had a slander and a good story.

"Miss, I have a bottle of good wine there, let's have a drink together?" The pretender might have felt that he had enough preparation, so he walked to Sophie Marso and said to him frivolously.

Sophie Masso glanced at the pretender and said to Nan Yi: "Adam, do I want to pour his wine?"

"No, wine is bought with money." Nan Yi waved his hand and looked at the pretender, "Brother, it seems that your parents dote on you very much. They gave you enough pocket money, but they didn't teach you the truth of being a human being. I suffer a little loss, recognize you as a nephew, teach you the truth of being a human being, this is the master's dry food...

Sorry, you may not understand the dry food. Let me put it another way, don’t touch this pizza with the master, and sit back to your own seat and don’t affect our meal.”

"Crack, are you taking advantage of me?" The pretender scolded.

Nan Yi couldn't understand what "crack" means, but he also knew that his tone would not be a good word. It sounded like the language in Southeast Asia. The latter part could hear a little Chaozhou accent. The pretender was probably the descendant of Chaozhou people who went to Southeast Asia to take root and reproduce in the early years.

"I dare not, look at you, you are like a rich man from head to toe. How dare I take advantage of you? My nephew, for the sake of being your elder, why don't you sit back? We just pretend that we have never spoken and eat well by ourselves. How about it?" Nan Yi said lightly.

"Crack, Pu, you, you, I'll take advantage of me, I'll kill you." The pretender couldn't help but get angry and raised his fist and rushed towards Nanyi.

Looking at the fist getting closer and closer to him, Nan Yi couldn't help but complain: "What a mess, it's so unlucky."

He raised his left hand, leaned against the man's wrist, twisted, and pulled it in his direction. The man's pretended to be staggered by Nan Yi and his face was almost pressed against Nan Yi's chest.

Nan Yi's right hand drooped, pressed it on the belt buckle, lowered his head and his mouth close to the ears of the pretender, "If you are not yellow-skinned and I don't want the foreigners to laugh at us, I will break your hand directly. Sit back and pretend nothing happened, what?"

The word "how" was released, and Nan Yi's hand was slightly strengthened.

The pretender's wrist hurt slightly, and his mind quickly measured the combat effectiveness of both sides, nodded, "Okay."

Nan Yi heard the sound and let go of his hand. The man who pretended to be shackled was loosened. The other hand rubbed his grasped wrist, and gave Nan Yi a resentful look, and walked back to his seat with anger.

No matter what happened later, the truth was quiet. Looking at the gossip, they took back their gazes, and the restaurant manager who was about to come forward returned to their original position. Nan Yi and Sophie Marso began to eat dishes with a smile.

After dinner, Nanyi walked out of the restaurant and walked together with the tiger cub, "Crack, it should be a swear word. Which country's language is it?"

"Laos dialect means almost the same as a psychopath."

"Oh, parents or grandpas should be from Chaozhou, so it's hard to be good."

The tiger cub nodded slightly and said, "Do you want to transfer someone to Jinghong Copper Mine to stand by?"

Nan Yi shook his head, "Don't transfer your own people, investigate first."

"clear."

Tiger cub responded and turned to find the member of Mama Sang's team, Turkey.

Turkey was born in the FBI and has studied simulated portraits and psychological portrait courses. There is no need to take photos. As long as he has a few glances, he can draw the appearance of a pretentious man.

Nanyi and Sophie Masso went to the beachfront a while to take a walk. When the time was about the same, they went to the screening hall of the Film Festival Palace to watch "The Taste of Green Papaya".

The director of "The Taste of Green Papaya" is Chen Yingxiong, a French-born Vietnamese. He is an award-winning director. His movies often have not had a high box office, but they can win awards everywhere. Once they win the award, the copyright of the film can be sold, and in addition to recovering the cost, they will also make a small profit.

Taking French funds, filming Vietnamese stories, and making your wife the heroine are Chen Yingxiong's three tricks. It won't take long to give birth to a director with similar style to his work in China. It cannot be said that he is similar, but he can only say that he is exactly the same. The acting skills of the two directors' wives are also hard to describe.

"Adam, what kind of instrument is background music?" Looking at the movie, Sophie Masso asked Nan Yi softly, "Is the Pipa?"

"No, the sound of the pipa is a little crisper, it's a plucking string."

"The director's camera is handled so well, without explaining anything, it can make people feel stuffy and humid." Sophie Marso said again: "How do you spell the name of the heroine?"

Nan Yi turned around and asked Tiger Cub, and after getting the answer, he told Sophie Marso, "Ruqiong."

"She has a good acting skills, looks comfortable on the side, and the director also shoots it well, but I prefer "Lovers" and the story looks more comfortable."

Nan Yi sneered, "Of course, the scripts written by the French, the scenes filmed by the French, and the story of you French, the story of you French, and the Saigon in the eyes of you French."

Nan Yi said, and once again marveling at the background on the screen, it was too real, especially the plants, which had a high degree of restoration and showed what they should have. Unlike other videos, they were either beautiful or ugly, and they always had a hint of falsehood.

"The Taste of Green Papaya" is like a documentary without a script, just using the camera to record the real scene. It is precisely because of this that the story is not too strong, and Nan Yichun is watching it as a documentary on the light scenery.

"Hmm, do you think this video will win the award?"

"Maybe, at least I can win a technical award."

"If he can win the award, I want to invest in him. I don't know what story he will shoot in the next film." Sophie Masso said: "When the movie is over, I will go to the first row to look for it. Chen may be sitting in the first row."

Nan Yi lowered his voice and said, "If he wins the prize, there will be many people queuing up to give him money, it won't be your turn."

“This is not necessarily.”

Detective Philippe.

Turkey put a portrait on the table, "Can you speak English?"

Private detective Philippe said for granted: "Of course."

Turkey pointed a portrait on his finger, "In two days, I want to know all his information, and give you a little hint that he is probably from Laos."

Philippe: "A man is in Cannes?"

"If you move faster, you can still see him at the Palme de Celebration."

Philippe picked up the portrait and looked at it, "50,000 francs, pay half the deposit first."

Turkey took out a stack of money and put it on the table, stood up and said, "I'll come here to get the information the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, Turkey deliberately lifted the hem of the clothes, revealing the grip of the pistol under his armpit. It flashed in a flash, and the hem of the clothes was tucked again in an instant.

Felipe's eyes flashed, and the grip was all over his eyes. He knew the other party's warning, "Is it necessary? Felipe is the number one detective in France, famously speaking, and since I have collected the money, I will definitely get things done."

In the monologue of the director's wife, that is, the adult heroine, the three letters "FIN" appear on the screen, and the video ends.

Nan Yi turned around and asked Sophie Marso, "What is the video talking about, do you understand?"

"Don't you understand?"

Nan Yi shook his head, "I don't understand very much."

"Then let me tell you." Sophie Masso said with inexplicable joy on his face: "The film involves three emotions in total. Whether it is sad or happy, Chen expressed his emotions gently in a subtle and restrained way.

The first love story is the hostess. The hostess once ran away with all the money from the family, but she didn't come back for a long time. On the eve of a curfew one day, the hostess went home again to take away the money from the family, but never returned.
To be continued...
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