In the West, the arrangement of cocktail parties usually occurs in large-scale celebrations. The handsome men and beautiful women get to know each other during the cocktail party and invite both parties to dance. After that, the relationship will naturally warm up. France is a romantic country.

In the living room of the test flight center, a hilarious cocktail party was already staged. The waiter brought a glass of champagne, and countless sexy women walked around, making the local buns from Iraq open their eyes. The free country is really good! []

Sarah looked at Zhang Feng from a distance and was very satisfied. This man had strong concentration and did not glance around women like other men, especially those who did not dare to look directly but looked sideways, which made Sarah look down on the most.

After the music sounded, would he come up to invite himself to dance? Sarah thought. Today, she was wearing a fashionable suspender dress, which looked pure and beautiful. But will Your Excellency Kusai dance? If he didn't take the initiative, would he need to come over and invite him? That would make him look too shameless.

While thinking, Sarah realized that a woman was approaching Kusai's position, intentionally or unintentionally.

The golden hair, a slim and sexy figure, and a fiery red skirt just covered their raised buttocks. I was really worried that the underwear would be exposed when I walked, and a pair of shoes with gemstones would shine under the light.

When she happened to walk to Kusai, the music sounded, and she naturally took Kusai's arm.

Damn woman! If she looked at her eyes and killed someone, this woman might have been killed by Sarah more than a dozen times.

Sarah looked at her eyes intently, hoping that Kusai would refuse. Unexpectedly, Kusai just hugged the other party's waist, which was still exposed part of her skin, and danced lightly.

"Miss, can you please dance?" a French engineer said, looking at Sarah with a smile.

No interest! Sarah ignored him and walked out of the hall.

The engineer spread his hands, shook his head, turned his head and looked at it: "Joseph, don't be afraid of failure, you can find the next one!"

"His Excellency Kusai, you are the idol I admire," the girl looked at Zhang Feng with sky blue eyes and said in skilled Arabic.

Idol? It’s not the object of vomiting, is it? 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!" The woman said: "I am a reporter from AFP and are specifically responsible for Middle East news."

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

"I am a father, a Frenchman, and my mother is Pole. I was born in Lyon. Do you need to see my reporter's certificate?" the woman said. The fragrance exhaled by the woman floated into Zhang Feng's nose: "My name is Ajelina."

Suddenly, the music stopped.

"Everyone, let us welcome the helmsman of our company, Mr. Marcel Dassault, with warm applause!"

Suddenly, cheerful applause rang.

Although Marcel Dassault was gray, he was still in good spirits. He wore a straight suit and waved to the people below: "Everyone, it's a happy night tonight, let's continue!"

Zhang Feng turned around and the beauty who took the initiative to be accustomed to him had disappeared.

What is her name? What is Na? Zhang Feng shook his head, French women are just passionate!

Just when the lights were ringing, Agelina turned around and saw Joseph hiding in the corner. She suddenly felt careless. Although she put on makeup, there was still a risk of being recognized. She should have had plastic surgery before she came out. It’s a pity that she liked her current face so much that she had not changed.

Looking at the prey beside her, Ajielina secretly complained, but she has already taken advantage of Shan, so she can create some chances in the future!

Joseph had already filled three glasses of champagne in a corner. Suddenly, in his vague eyes, he saw a back that he could never forget.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked over again, but he could no longer find it.

Maybe I've drunk too much.

The crowd became jubilant again, and Marcel, led by Boolo, came to Zhang Feng.

"Mr. Marcel, I have long admired your name. It is a great honor to see you today." Zhang Feng said. After he said that, Sarah, who had walked over quickly, translated this sentence to Marcel.

Sarah knew that this is not the time to be jealous. This time, Dassault's head must have something important to come.

"His Excellency Kusai, you are so young that I imagined. I didn't expect that you have made such great contributions in Iraq at such a young age. Your future achievements will definitely be limitless!" Marcel said.

Booll 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.

I thought Marcel was so old and should not drink anymore, but after the two of them touched the cups, Marcel actually drank it all in one go.

Seeing this old guy drinking so happily, Zhang Feng even wondered if this Buvaro had done something, and the other party was drinking water.

If I had known this, I would have poured him a cup of 56-degree Niulanshan Erguotou, and 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 looked at Zhang Feng's expression while drinking, and felt a little familiar.

The mouth is mellow, but there is no spicy feeling. This thing is indeed different from Erguotou.

"His Excellency Kusai, although you are young, you have negotiated the first big deal in Iraq in history, and bought the F-20 fighter and production line from the United States?" 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 fire control system of the f-20 is very advanced, especially the radar, which is comparable to the f-16, and can fully meet our needs." Zhang Feng said.

"But the F-20 is a light fighter with a short combat range and is not as maneuverable as our Phantom 2000. What does it feel like when Mr. Kusai watched our flight show today?"

"Yes, this is a very good fighter. I have a hunch that it will definitely be equipped with a large amount of equipment in the air force of other countries in the world." Zhang Feng said.

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

"Sorry, we can take on most of the tasks of Phantom 2000 with f-20. In the future, our Air Force will use f-20 as the main force." Zhang Feng said.

After hearing this, Bovalo's face suddenly became ugly. He wanted to splash the wine in his wine glass in his hand with a look on his face. If you are not interested, why are you watching the performance again? Do you know how heavy the test flight this fighter has. Do you know that in order to perform for you, we have cleaned up the airspace above the test flight center for you? Now I say I am not interested. This is just a joke, right?

Boovalo was extremely depressed, but Marcel was here and he was inconvenient to have an attack.

"So, that is to say, is the Iraqi Air Force not interested in our Dassault fighter jets?" Marcel said: "Our Dassault has always had a good arms sales relationship with your country. Your country's most advanced aircraft is probably the Phantom F1 of our Dassault?"

"Mr. Marcel, I am very interested in your company's fighter jets, especially your company's French Dream!"

The Dream of France? It's such a nice name. Sarah translated this sentence, but found that the old man suddenly had a blush on his face.

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