My Years As a Car Dealer

Chapter 0061: The Brain Circuit of Crooked Nuts

Jiang Fangyan pestered Zhang Chen to help, one of them begged and the other refused. At the same time, Xue Feng had finished his speech on the stage, and it was Mr. Clementi's turn to speak.

For the boss of this old European company, the big bosses in the seaside city who attended the banquet were still very face-saving, applauding and showing their favor, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak.

Different from the enthusiastic crowd, the tall Clementi stood on the stage wearing a formal suit, his face was ashen, like someone who owed him money and didn't pay it back.

As an interpreter, Mu Qing stood half a step behind Clementi, quietly waiting for the simultaneous translation.

"@#￥%&*@#￥~" Clementi looked back at Mu Qing with a sneer, holding on to the microphone in front of him, chatting quickly, and cooperating with the waving right Arm, the thick male voice seemed impassioned and imposing, as if to vent some dissatisfaction.

Hundreds of guests in the audience looked up at Emperor Clemente. Although they didn't understand at all, they were full of admiration. They felt worthy of being a big foreign boss. He focused on Mu Qing.

At this moment, the much-anticipated Mu Qing clenched his lips tightly without uttering a word.

The endless exclamations in her ears have now turned into demons flying all over the sky around her, making wanton ridicule and repeating: "You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand. …”

Yes, Mu Qing, who is proficient in Italian, can't understand a word, and he doesn't know which country's bird language Mr. Clementi is talking about.

Her eyes were burning, as if a humiliating flame was burning.

Her face became more and more gloomy, and she exuded an icy aura.

Her face was hot, as if someone had slapped her hard.

The strangeness of Mu Qing on the stage was seen by everyone, and there was a lot of noise in the crowd, and some people even whistled and started booing.

Zhang Chen and Jiang Fangyan, who were standing in the corner, stared blankly at Mu Qing who was on the stage, not knowing what was going on, but at the same time shouted "Oops".

Xin Zhao and Zhang Hu, who had just avoided the private conversation between Zhang Chen and Jiang Fangyan, walked back, especially Xin Zhao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was very ugly.

Zhang Chen's head was spinning rapidly, guessing why Mu Qing didn't speak.

He thought that since Mu Qing was proficient in Italian, the problem might be the Italian Clementi.

"Didn't Clementi speak Italian?"

Zhang Chen's bold guess shocked the three people next to him. Their faces were full of horror and disbelief, and finally they appeared to have seen a ghost.

No one translated Clementi on the stage. His face was hideous, and he kept shouting loudly, speaking a language that no one could understand.

Zhang Hu swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "On such an important occasion, it's impossible for Emperor Clement to mess around, right?"

"I can't tell." Xin Zhao really couldn't find the reason, and he had some knowledge of Clementi. "The brain circuit of the crooked nuts is not something that normal people can figure out."

Zhang Chen followed his guess and began to try to clarify his thoughts: Clementi was definitely not speaking English, and Xin Zhao also said that Mu Qing was proficient in Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish, so these three languages ​​can also be ruled out.

Clementi's speech was fast, but his voice was smooth, not like Chinese, where he spoke ups and downs, but like a series of endless chains.

Every phoneme was clear, crisp and loud, Zhang Chen felt familiar, and remembered a French movie called (Violence Street) that he had seen before.

The Violent Block is supervised and produced by the famous French director Luc Besson. The most outstanding part of the whole film is the action design, smooth fighting, wonderful parkour, and clever shuttle between floors, which makes people addicted. The whole story is also well-structured. After all, it is a good movie, and Zhang Chen has a deep memory.

Is it French? As soon as this idea appeared in Zhang Chen's mind, he called out to the system: "Do you have the skills to understand foreign languages?"

"The system stores foreign language skills." The system responded to Zhang Chen, "May I ask what foreign language skills the host needs?"

Isn't foreign language skills the same as dialect skills, not packaged together, and need to be acquired one by one?

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Give me French skills."

"I'm very sorry, the host can't afford it, please pay off the 140,000 pleasure points on credit in time."

Zhang Chen didn't take the system's bills to heart at all. He is very good at dealing with the system now. The last time he purchased the dialect skill cost Zhang Chen 3,000 Pleasure Points, and immediately said: "4,000 Pleasure Points, give me French skills."

"Ten thousand joy points." The system also adapted to Zhang Chen's division, and without thinking about it, he said, "Start the lucky wheel now."

"Okay, agree."

"Make sure that the host pays 10,000 joy points, the lucky wheel starts, please wait patiently."

The red disc started turning clockwise and stopped immediately.

The mechanical sound of the system sounded again: "Congratulations to the host for the French skill reward."

Countless information poured into Zhang Chen's mind, and the bird-like voice of Clementi that echoed in the hall became clear in an instant. It turned out that he really spoke French!

"Clementi speaks French, not Italian." Without condemning the playful Clementi, Zhang Chen immediately said to Xin Zhao, "I thought of a way."

"Huh?" Xin Zhao, Zhang Hu, and Jiang Fangyan looked at Zhang Chen stupidly, and they all gasped.

Xin Zhao and Zhang Hu knew Zhang Chen and knew that others would not joke around, so they immediately believed it.

But they are confused, speechless, puzzled, and can't understand why Italians speak French instead of Italian.

"Jiang Fangyan, give me your mobile phone number, and you can go to the stage to translate for Clementi with your earphones on."

Before Jiang Fangyan, who had not yet responded, asked her questions, Zhang Chen took out her cell phone and connected the call.

Zhang Hu and Xin Zhao actually didn't know what Zhang Chen was going to do. Out of believing in his character, the two followed his instructions and helped Jiang Fangyan put headphones on.

Regardless of whether Jiang Fangyan agreed or not, the three crowded her through the crowd to the edge of the high platform.

Zhang Hu and Xin Zhao held Jiang Fangyan's arms on the left and right, while Zhang Chen supported her round buttocks from behind, and at the same time forced her onto the high platform.

The sudden appearance caught everyone's attention.

Not only Mu Qing on the stage was stunned, but the crowd under the stage was clamoring and making noise.

"Hey, who is that? Come down."

"We are listening to Mr. Clementi. What are you doing up here?"

"Security, security, get her out of labor."

…

In the restless crowd, more than a dozen people volunteered to walk to the high platform, to knock down Jiang Fangyan who had entered without permission.

These people looked menacing, as if Jiang Fangyan had committed some heinous crime, and not killing was not enough for the anger of the common people.

When the bewildered Jiang Fangyan turned around and turned towards everyone under the stage with a cute expression, there was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

Why?

Someone suddenly recognized Jiang Fangyan's identity.

Jiang Fangyan, the beloved daughter of Jiang Dehao, the boss of Jiang's Group in the seaside city, is notoriously spoiled, arrogant and petty, a proper little witch.

Jiang's Group is the largest listed company in several provinces in southeastern China, operating in shipping, automobile transportation and other industries.

In the eyes of the two bosses, Jiang Dehao and Li Wen, Jiang Fangyan can be said to be a combination of thousands of doting and infinite protection.

Who dares to make your daughter unhappy, they dare to make you unhappy for the rest of your life.

Some of the more than a dozen people who rushed to the high platform recognized Jiang Fangyan's identity, and because they were afraid of Jiang Fangyan's fierce name, they immediately braked and turned back.

They are afraid, they are afraid that Jiang Fangyan has three strengths and two weaknesses, and will be settled by Jiang Dehao and Li Wenqiu later.

The remaining seven or eight ignorant and fearless people are only a few steps away from the high platform.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past him, and then the shadows in front of him swayed.

In front of the crowd stood a group of gorgeously dressed middle-aged and strong women with big shoulders and round waists, and their faces were full of flesh.

The strong woman at the head is eight feet tall and has a waist circumference of eight feet. She is as long as Sister Chicken.

The strong woman's eyes were cold and fierce, and her face was terrifying. She pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at the seven or eight people opposite her with the other. Dantian's anger blurted out: "Go away."

Seven or eight young and strong young men were staggered and retreated by the battle in front of them. Some of them were unsteady and fell backwards, rolling to the side.

Clementi on the high platform looked at the chaos under the stage, pouted his mouth and showed a mocking smile, with a narrow look, no one could understand what he said anyway, and said unscrupulously to the loudspeaker: " The savage Chinese..."

Mu Qing didn't know what her cousin was doing, and hurriedly ran to her.

Facing the crowd, Jiang Fangyan didn't care about the crowd's reaction, she coughed hard and tried her best to shout, "Let me translate what Mr. Clementi just said. He said 'savage Chinese'."

In the crowd under the stage, from the No. 1 boss of the seaside city to the ordinary business elites and socialites, their faces became very ugly, and their old faces felt hot and painful, as if they had been slapped hard.

But everyone didn't believe that Jiang Fangyan could understand what Emperor Clement said and could make accurate translations. The foreign guests' faces were messed up, which was really outrageous.

Jiang Fangyan's mother Li Wen, who was under the high stage, also did not believe that her daughter had this ability. She knew her daughter too well. If Jiang Fangyan was provoked by truancy or truancy, she would believe it without hesitation.

Li Wen turned her body sideways and kept beckoning her daughter, asking her to come down quickly and not be embarrassed by it.

And Emperor Clement was so tight that he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. He looked at Jiang Fangyan in astonishment. How could this little girl accurately translate what she said?

I've been talking to myself for a long time, obviously no one can understand French at the scene!

Mu Qing had already walked behind Jiang Fangyan, pulled her arm gently, and whispered to persuade: "Fangyan, don't be ridiculous, go down quickly."

Jiang Fangyan's stubborn temper came up, ignoring everyone, slightly raised the corner of his mouth towards the stunned Emperor Clemente, and murmured a bird call.

Clementi suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Jiang Fangyan in disbelief and smiled.

The little girl's French was a bit jerky, but she clearly told herself: "Please go on, I'll translate."

"Oh my God! Jiang Fangyan can even speak bird language." Everyone screamed in unison, their postures fixed in a stunned state, and the audience stood up like a living statue.

Especially when everyone saw that Clementi nodded and smiled at Jiang Fangyan, which further confirmed everyone's guess and understood that she was not idle and playing with everyone.

Clementi continued to speak, first apologizing for his rude remarks, and then proceeding with his normal speech.

Jiang Fangyan's voice was not loud, but she always translated fluently, without the slightest pause in her thinking.

Many of the people in the audience had been in contact with Emperor Clement. They knew that Emperor Clement was actually a thief in Chinese. If Jiang Fangyan had spoken indiscriminately, he would have been sacked by foreign devils.

The crowd under the stage gradually quieted down and listened to Jiang Fangyan's translation honestly.

Li Wen, who is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist, is complacent. She keeps slapping the shoulders or backs of everyone around her, her happy voice trembling: "My daughter, my daughter..."

The bodies of the five or six people next to them were slapped by Li Wen's bear's paw.

However, no one dared to fight back, so they could only squeeze out a smile with a bitter face and smirk with Li Wen.

Mu Qing stood behind Jiang Fangyan and was completely dumbfounded. He was sluggish. He couldn't understand how the ignorant little cousin suddenly changed her **** and became a genius without a teacher.

Clementi's reaction proves everything, without questioning the accuracy of Jiang Fangyan's translation.

After Clementi finished his speech~www.wuxiahere.com~ Jiang Fangyan also completed the translation work later.

The crowd burst into applause, and most people's eyes were focused on Jiang Fangyan, but the little beauty was too proud.

She was originally a crazy character, and received countless praises and applause in front of everyone's eyes, and she couldn't find the east, west, north, south, and even the happy ones, and even jumped on top of Mu Qing after a few happy laps on the stage.

Jiang Fangyan made the limelight, but did not make Mu Qing, who had lost all face, feel disgusted and disgusted.

They are aunts and sisters. Mu Qing understands her character and understands that Jiang Fangyan didn't deliberately come to power to humiliate herself, otherwise she would have been scorned and hated by Mu Qing long ago.

Under the high platform, there were a lot of people around.

Like welcoming a hero to triumph, everyone reached out to pick up Jiang Fangyan, who was about to jump down.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Li Wen raised her hands, let her daughter sit on her stout shoulders, and walked away with her on her back.

ps: There are more than 200,000 words and a collection of more than 200 points. The results are very bad.

Except for a recommendation to test the water push, there is no recommendation.

Except for one of my brother's book lists, no one else has added me.

After attending the funeral yesterday, I had nothing to do to advertise on a whim, but all the posts were deleted.

Complaining here is pointless, I can only blame myself for not writing well.

In fact, the readers of the starting point are mostly the best in the online literature circle. They will search the library by themselves to find their favorite online articles.

Otherwise, my collection would not have risen from less than 100 to more than 200 now.

No more complaining, and no more scribbling in the text in the future.

I wish all the readers who read this passage, Happy New Year and all the best.