In the West, the arrangement of the cocktail party generally appears in large-scale celebrations, handsome men and women, in the cocktail party to get to know each other, and then invite both parties to dance, after that, it is to go with the flow of feelings warmed up, France is a romantic country.

In the living room of the test flight center, a lively drinking party has been staged at this moment, the waiter brought up a glass of champagne, and there are countless female surnames wearing surnames walking around, so that the buns from Iraq are all eye-opening, and the country of freedom is really good!

Sarah looked at Zhang Feng from a distance, very satisfied, this man, with a strong concentration, did not glance around the woman's body like other men, especially those who did not dare to look at it, but looked sideways, which made Sarah look down on it the most.

After a while, when the music starts, will he come up and invite himself to a dance? Sarah thought. Today, she deliberately wore a fashionable sundress, which looked pure and beautiful. But does Mr. Qusay know how to dance? If he doesn't take the initiative to come, do you need to invite him? That would also make you look too shameless.

While she was thinking about it, Sarah realized that a woman had approached Cusay's position, intentionally or unintentionally.

Her blonde hair like a waterfall, her slender figure, her fiery red skirt, just enough to cover her bulging hips, and I was worried that I would show my underwear when I walked, and a pair of shoes with jewels that glowed in the light.

I saw that when she happened to walk up to Cusai, the music sounded, and she naturally grabbed Cusai's arm.

Abominable woman! If the eyes can kill, this woman is afraid that she has been killed by Sarah more than a dozen times.

Sarah watched intently, hoping that Qusay would refuse, but who knows, Cusai so naturally hugged the other party's waist, which still showed part of the skin, and danced briskly.

"Miss, can you please dance?" A French engineer said with a smile on his face as he looked at Sarah.

Not interested! Sarah ignored him and walked out of the hall.

The engineer spread his hands, shook his head, and then turned his head to look: "Joseph, don't be afraid of failure, you can find the next one!" ”

"Your Excellency Qusay, you are my idol," the girl said in fluent Arabic as she looked at Zhang Feng with azure eyes.

Idol? It can't be a vomiting target, right? Zhang Feng said: "Do you know me? ”

"Of course, I have seen all your achievements in Iraq, you are simply the god of war in the Middle East!" "I'm a reporter for Agence France-Presse, and I'm in charge of news in the Middle East," the woman said. ”

Reporter? Zhang Feng looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "You're not French, are you?" ”

"My father is French, my mother is Polish, I was born in Lyon, do I need to see my press card?" The woman said. The aroma exhaled by the woman wafted into Zhang Feng's nose: "My name is Ajelina."

Suddenly, the music stopped.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome with a round of applause to the head of our company, Mr. Marcel Dassault!"

Suddenly, cheerful applause rang out.

Marcel Dassault, although his hair was gray, was still in good spirits, wearing a crisp suit, and waved to the people below: "Everyone, tonight is a happy night, let's go ahead!" ”

Zhang Feng turned around, and the beauty beside him who took the initiative had disappeared.

What's her name? What's that? Zhang Feng shook his head, French women are passionate!

Just when the lights came on just now, Ajelina turned around and saw Joseph hiding in the corner, and immediately felt careless, although she wore makeup, there was still a risk of being recognized, and she should have had plastic surgery before coming out, but unfortunately she liked the current face too much and didn't change it.

Looking at the prey around her, Ajelina secretly screamed in her heart that it was a pity, but she had already caught up with Shantou today, and she could create some accidental opportunities in the future!

Joseph was in a corner, having poured three glasses of champagne, and suddenly, in his vague eyes, saw a back that he could not forget.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked again, but he couldn't find it.

Maybe I drank too much.

The crowd cheered again, and Marcel, led by Boileau, came to Zhang Feng.

"Monsieur Marcel, I have admired your name for a long time, and it is a great honor to see you today." Zhang Feng said. After he had finished speaking, Sarah, who had already walked briskly, translated the words to Marcel.

Sarah knows that now is not the time to be jealous, and this time the head of Dassault must have something important.

"Your Excellency Qusay, you are so young beyond my imagination, I didn't expect that you have made such a great contribution to Iraq at such a young age, and your future achievements will be limitless!" Marcel said.

Boileau greeted the waiter, took two glasses of champagne, and handed them to Zhang Feng and Marcel.

"Cheers!" Zhang Feng took it and said to Marcel.

originally thought that Marcel was so old that he should stop drinking, but as a result, after the two touched the glass, Marcel actually drank it all.

Seeing that this old guy was drinking so freely, Zhang Feng even had some doubts that this Boileau had done something, and the other party was drinking water.

I knew it earlier, so I poured him a cup of 56 degrees Niulanshan Erguotou to see if he could still drink it like this?

Zhang Feng also raised his head and slowly slid the champagne into his mouth.

Sarah next to her, looking at Zhang Feng's demeanor when he was drinking, had some familiar feelings.

The entrance is mellow, but there is no spicy feeling, this thing is really not the same as the second pot head.

"Your Excellency Qusay, although you are young, you negotiated the first big deal in Iraq's history, buying F-20 fighter jets from the United States plus production lines?" Marcel said.

After Sarah translated, she looked at Zhang Feng's face and knew that they were about to get to the point.

"Yes, the F-20's fire control system is very advanced, especially the radar, which is on par with the F-16's, which can fully meet our needs." Zhang Feng said.

"But the F-20 is a light fighter with a short combat range, and moreover, the maneuver is not as good as our Mirage 2000, how did your Excellency Qusay feel when he watched our air show today?"

"Yes, this is a very good fighter, and I have a hunch that it will definitely be massively equipped in the air forces of other countries of the world." Zhang Feng said.

"So, I wonder if the Iraqi Air Force is interested?" Marcel said.

"I'm sorry, we can use F-2000 to undertake most of the tasks of the Mirage 2000, and in the future, our Air Force will use F-20 as the main force." Zhang Feng said.

After hearing this, Boileau's face next to him suddenly became ugly, and he couldn't wait to splash the wine in the wine glass in his hand on the other party's face, you are not interested, why are you watching the show again? Do you know how heavy the test flight mission of this fighter is, and do you know that in order to give you a show, we have cleared all the airspace over the flight test center for you? Now that you're not interested, it's just a trick on people, right?

Boileau was depressed, but Marcel was here and he couldn't get a seizure.

"So, that is, the Iraqi Air Force is not interested in our Dassault fighters?" Marcel said: "We, Dassault, have always had a good arms sales relationship with your country, and your country's most advanced aircraft at present is probably our Dassault Mirage F1, right?" ”

"Monsieur Marcel, I am very interested in your company's fighters, especially your company's French dream!"

A French dream? What a nice name, Sarah translated the sentence, only to find that the old man's face suddenly flushed.

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