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Chapter 461

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"Smoked silver carp, oysters, garlic mayonnaise and bread for the appetizer."

"Onion soup. Is everyone okay with that?"

"Foie gras and lamb chops for the main course. Caviar or snails for the appetizer. Cheese pudding or ice cream for dessert."

The waiter, who was holding the menu, had a constipated expression on his face when he saw the four Asian faces walking in. What bad luck. Why was he the one on duty today? His English was terrible.

Well, most French people don't bother to learn other countries' languages. You said English is the world's lingua franca? Did you get permission from the French?

As a result, the most handsome man among the four, who was most in line with the French aesthetic standards, began to order in fluent French. The young man named Werther was so happy that he almost floated in the air.

Finally, I won't be scolded by the supervisor. The customer is beautiful, and so is his heart.

The dining atmosphere in the restaurant was quite good. The dining atmosphere was quite warm like a home. It was not like the high-end Western restaurants in China, where the food was high and mighty.

Occasionally, whispers and laughter drifted over, adding a touch of emotion to this locally famous restaurant.

When the dishes were served one by one, Qin Guan was not interested in the juicy foie gras, but the mayonnaise with minced garlic on a small white porcelain plate.

Next to it were three crispy pieces of bread. They were supposed to be the main characters of this small plate, but they became the supporting characters in the eyes of the audience.

Qin Guan rubbed the mayonnaise on the bread. The crispness and softness of the bread collided perfectly.

As he chewed and swallowed, the fragrance of egg yolk, garlic, olive oil, lemon juice and sea salt collided on the tip of his tongue.

It was so rich in flavor that it could be said to be colorful.

"It's delicious!" Qin Guan was satisfied. The other three were silent when they saw the two slices of bread on the plate.

Unbeknownst to them, a sneaky figure was reflected in the window of the restaurant.

Kacha! Kacha!

Li Bingbing was too far away from the bread, so he tried to snatch it from Qin Guan's hand instead. Unfortunately, the shot was taken from a different angle, so the photo was a bit blurry.

The restaurant was in full swing, and the delicious food did not affect Blair's mood. He had volunteered to go to Cannes to find some explosive news for The New York Times.

Just like the previous few good news stories, he would make good use of these photos to write the most perfect news for himself.

Blair, who had obtained the material, did not stay outside the restaurant any longer. He excitedly returned to the hotel where the media were staying and copied the images from the camera to the computer.

This photo is a bit far away, so we can edit it here and there. Then we can photoshop it like this...

Great, perfect. A controversial and eye-catching entertainment news was written just like that.

The editor-in-chief of the New York Times, who was in another city, received a notification on his computer.

He briefly skimmed through the content of the article, checked the photo, forwarded the email sent by Blair, and then pressed the extension number.

"Let the editor review it. If there is no problem, we'll use it for tomorrow's half-page entertainment news."

The chief editor's words determined the weight of the news. A half-page news only had two places on the newspaper.

For entertainment news, which only took up eight pages of the newspaper, the half-page news was not as eye-catching as the front page headline, but it was enough to catch people's attention.

Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan didn't know what had happened behind him. He hugged Lou Ye and the others at the airport and saw Sister Xue off on the plane. It was another ordinary day in New York.

"Xu Xiaoxiao, come here! Is this your classmate?"

On the table, Dad Xu was soaking a fried dough stick in a bowl of soy milk. When he saw the latest news, he stopped eating and called his son over.

"What? Classmate? Entertainment news? Is that about Qin Guan? It's said that he went to France. How did he win an award? "

Xu opened the New York Times excitedly and saw Qin Guan with a mature, charming oriental beauty on his side. They seemed to be very close.

The other photo was even more exaggerated. Qin Guan was holding a piece of bread in his mouth, and the beauty was about to fall into his arms. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and tenderness. It was obvious that she loved Qin Guan deeply.

The headline of the New York Times was quite impressive: "The Best Actor of the Cannes Film Festival Meets a Mysterious Girl in Secret Affair."

Blair used all the information he had collected from OMG and the university students on Qin Guan.

The handsome Asian actor was a top student at Columbia University and a childhood sweetheart. On the day he won the Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival, he met an actress from the Chinese mainland in secret and cheated on her.

In the novel, Blair cleverly used vague words such as "suspected" and "probably" to lead the reader's line of sight and make him spout nonsense to the extreme.

Xu rolled his eyes angrily as he read the article. As a shameless man, he knew about Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's relationship. If Qin Guan hadn't beaten him down several times, he would have slept on the floor of Qin Guan's house.

Their love was as strong as gold. Xu Xiaoxiao envied that kind of love, which didn't allow any outsider to interfere with it.

No, this kind of news, this kind of slander, I can't let it go just like that!

"Give me a newspaper, please!" Rongzhi threw a few coins at a small newsstand outside the school. He picked up a newspaper and started reading it. Entertainment section, entertainment section. My idol is going to Cannes …

"F * ck you! Who's talking nonsense? The New York Times? Who's talking shit, the New York Times? Who's talking nonsense? Grandson, just you wait! "

If Vincent had known what this report would bring him, he would have wished he could turn back time. He would have targeted another actor.

As soon as he got off the plane, Qin Guan saw Cong Nianwei, who was surrounded by a group of Colombian friends. He Ming and Lan Jin were also there to watch the fun.

PS: Tomorrow is Friday. I'll start updating. Kiss!

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