Chapter 492

Chu Lingfeng is a person who doesn't judge people by their appearance, but when he sees this young man, he still has a very amazing feeling.

Chu Lingfeng took out a bottle of red wine and said with a smile, "Sir, do you know red wine very well?"

"Ivangel. Its full name is Chateau vangelile, Pomerol. Ivangel became famous late, but it rose very fast. Over the past 10 years, ivangel has overtaken Rochelle red wine. Net appreciation of 8% a year, if you want to buy investment, it is a good choice The man said with a smile.

Chu Lingfeng also glanced at it and knew that it was ivangel's red wine. The man could see it at a glance. It seemed that the man's understanding of red wine was not under Chu Lingfeng.

Chu Ling Feng looked at the man and asked, "are you?"

"I'm Claire stovald. Nice to meet you, Mr. Chu from China." Clare said with a smile.

"Do you know me?" Chu Ling Feng looks at this arrogant man and says with a smile.

"Naturally, our proud Mr. Chu has not only made a scene in Koguryo, but also in our beautiful France." Clare said with a smile.

"Ha ha, I don't know who you are. I don't know you. Why listen to your recommendation? Who can guarantee that you are not the wine holder of this hotel? " Chu Lingfeng half narrowed his eyes and glanced at Claire impolitely.

"I can assure you by my name, Claire, that I will not be the bartender of this hotel." Claire looked at Chu Lingfeng seriously and said.

"In that case, I'll listen to Mr. Clare once, but I'm more in love with Lafayette." Chu Lingfeng said that, he put back his ivangel, took a bottle of Lafayette, said goodbye to the man and left.

Claire watched Chu Lingfeng's back go away with great interest, and then his hands around his chest narrowed his eyes and laughed. The two dimples on the cheek are also more profound and charming.

"What do you think of the man my sister likes, goleck?" Clare said thoughtfully.

In the corner of the wine cellar, an old man came out slowly, bent slightly at Philippe and said respectfully, "young master, to tell you the truth, I don't like this young man very much. He doesn't deserve our young lady of the einzbellans."

The old man's silver hair was neatly combed and meticulously dressed in a cut fitting black tuxedo, with a beautiful black bow tied on his white shirt collar. He could not see his age, but he could see that he had excellent cultivation and mastered excellent palace etiquette.

"Oh," I have different opinions, "said Alice," my brother-in-law is asking my lovely sister to choose for himself. He is not fit for it. It should be has the final say of him, not yours. To be honest, I was the first time I heard from my home, and my lovely Alice mentioned a man's name so frequently. " Clare said with a smile.

"Well, young master, it's just that he's married, so I don't think he's suitable for miss." Goleck continued, his head bowed.

"So what? I know that the other party is just a plain Chinese people. I think that as the top family in France, the einz belens can easily solve this problem, so it's not a problem." Clare said, still smiling.

"All right, young master, but as you said, we have to wait for the young lady to come back and let her make her own decision."

On the other side, Chu Lingfeng came back with a bottle of red wine and said with a smile, "I'm free to choose. If it's not good, you can't call me."

"Ha ha, I believe Mr. Chu's taste, and again, when we are old and old, when we drink Baijiu, we feel that all the Baijiu flavor is the same. When you drink red wine, you feel that all red wine tastes the same. " Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile.

Chu Lingfeng smiles and calls the waiter over. Then he hands the wine to him and asks the waiter to sober up.

After a while, the wine woke up, everyone drank happily, and a group of people came back happily.

Zhang Bo drives Chu Lingfeng and Su can to the downstairs of the hotel and asks them to get out of the car and go back to their room to have a rest. He is also responsible for sending Lao Wang, ye Zhiqiu and Li Dihui back. Ye Zhiqiu drinks too much and Li Dihui drinks too little. Both of them feel dizzy.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door. Su can went out, looked at it with cat's eyes and said, "who are you?"

"I'm a reporter from the Paris times. We want to interview Mr. Chu Lingfeng, a miracle doctor. Can I go in?"

"I'm Francis. I met with you yesterday, and I'm a reporter from the French daily. Now I want to know, do you still have to stick to your so-called rules, and do not want to see franceans or other people of color?"

"Yes, let's go in. We are willing to provide a platform for the doctor to explain to you. After all, we still like the magic of China."

Chu Lingfeng thought of this last night, so Su can had been inspired by Chu Lingfeng. He said to the door in a loud voice: "sorry, everyone, the doctor has not got up yet, so it's not convenient to accept your interview."

"Sir, it is irrational of you to do so. Are you going to be against the whole of Paris?"

"If we are not allowed to go in and report the truth, more Parisians will come here and knock on the door."

There was a silence in the room. For a long time, the door of the room was suddenly opened. Su can stood at the door and said to a dozen reporters in the corridor outside: "Mr. miracle doctor, please come in. He is willing to give you an interview and tell you the truth. "

At the invitation of the host, more than a dozen reporters swarmed in. The suite, which was originally very spacious and luxurious, suddenly became a little crowded.

Fortunately, there is a reception room in the room set by Zhang Bo for Chu Lingfeng, where can all the reporters be seated? As for Su can, he is busy making tea for the guests.

Chu Lingfeng sat there and said skillfully in French, "Hello, everyone. I'm the miracle doctor in your mouth, Chu Lingfeng."

Before Chu Lingfeng's words were finished, the reporters held up their cameras and blasted at Chu Lingfeng.

The flash kept flashing, Chu Lingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, but it seemed that he was closing his eyes. This indifference, which does not pay attention to the reporters, is neither intimate nor alienated, is really something of an eminent monk.

Francis recognized Chu Lingfeng as the young man who had a dispute with him at the door yesterday, so he took the lead to ask: "I want to know, did Mr. Chu see the report I wrote yesterday?"