Because they had brought too much wine, Wu Qian did not change to other means of transportation, and added some money for the tram bus to take them to Le Bourget airport.

According to Wu Qian's meaning, the wine in the car was shipped directly back to China, but Rosalind reminded that it would be very troublesome if he went directly from France.

In the end, Barbara provided an opinion, saying that it would be much more convenient to ask Wu Qian to store the wine in the hotel first, and then arrange for someone to ship the wine to the UK, and then go through the import and export process from the UK.

Wu Qian thought about it, his relationship in the UK is wider than that in France, and it is not difficult to operate import and export, and the joints on the French side have not yet been opened.

On the way from Dijon to Le Bourget airport, passing through a village and town, Wu Qian found a very eye-catching restaurant, full of artistic and incomprehensible signs, but it is very attractive.

"Let's eat here at noon. Wu Qian decided to dine at this absurdist art restaurant.

At lunchtime, Woodward did not report to Wu Qian on yesterday's battle, and he decided not to report until he got good results, anyway, the boss cared about the result, not the process.

After lunch, on the way to Le Bourget airport, Wu Qian made a phone call to the butler Fimiler.

"Femüller, you should come to France now, there is something for you to deal with. ”

"Boss, is it the French Wine Industry Association that is embarrassing you?" Fei Miller always remembered this incident, he didn't know that Wu Qian had already met with the industry association.

Wu Qian smiled and said, "No, I met with them, and the conversation was very pleasant, you hurry up and leave to Paris Le Bourget Airport, there are important goods for you to escort." ”

"Oh?" Fimiler rolled his eyes and smiled, "I see, boss, Le Bourget airport? ”

Fimirer was at the Carrington training base to discuss the reception of Pep Guardiola's arrival, but the owner's orders came first, and he said sorry to several of the United's senior management and left in a hurry.

Le Bourget Airport is located in the town of Le Bourget, about 10 kilometers northeast of Paris, as the first civil airport in Paris, today the use rate of civil aviation is the lowest, only used for navigation between some European countries.

But every year the French air show is held at this airport, and the decoration is very modern, but it has not been expanded, and the passenger throughput has remained at the level of many years ago.

In the air cargo area of Le Bourget airport, at the entrance of a relatively remote warehouse, the sun is blocked by the building, creating a shadow, and a vehicle covered with a red cloth is quietly parked in front of the warehouse door, waiting for the owner to unveil it.

The red silk cloth was like a pool of flowing lava, dragged from all sides of the vehicle to the ground, and even the tires were tightly blocked, full of a mysterious sense of ritual.

Next to the car, Williams, the manager of the Rolls-Royce custom department, seemed a little distracted, pacing back and forth, and at the four corners of the car stood a strong man in a straight suit and sunglasses.

In the distance, the occasional passer-by looks envious at the red silk covered vehicles.

The body that is close to six meters is domineering, and even if the front face of the Parthenon is covered with red cloth, it can't hide the unique charm.

Anyone who knows a little about vehicles will know that this must be a Rolls-Royce, and it is no ordinary Rolls-Royce!

Of course, it is not ordinary, how can an ordinary car be worth Rolls-Royce to dispatch planes to transport across borders, and also arrange four bodyguards to guard it, it is enough to see that Rolls-Royce attaches great importance to it.

Williams raised his hand to look at the time, there was a faint anxious look on his face, the time to rush over was not pinched, he landed on the plane before he had time to eat lunch, and he was still hungry.

"Tom, Canard, you stay don't leave, I'll go to the airport restaurant to buy something to eat, and bring some back to you by the way." ”

Williams said to the man next to him, and walked towards the terminal.

Bypassing the warehouse, Williams spotted a Bombardier C-Series aircraft unloading not far away, and he couldn't help but stop and admire the flash of Ferrari red shining in the sun.

Who said only women would be tempted by red!

No man can resist that touch of red, the retro body, the convertible design, with the charming lines, is rendered elegantly by the red, which is simply sassy to the bone.

"God, this is an irreproducible masterpiece, more than half a century has passed, it is still a classic, it is so beautiful......"

Williams, who is the manager of Rolls-Royce's bespoke department, has long been tired of seeing the dignified Parthenon, and he dreams of owning a classic Ferrari car, but unfortunately his strength does not allow it.

Buying a Ferrari for sale isn't too difficult for Williams, but when it comes to classic cars that dominate the auction, wash and sleep.

Cuckoo.

A stomach scream pulled Williams back to reality, he pursed his lips secretly, raised his hand to touch his cheek, pushed his head hard, forcibly shifted his gaze, and continued to walk towards the terminal.

"Slow down, slow down, left, left, Anima! Left, Shiraf, are you left and right, if you bump, don't wait for Wu to teach you a lesson, I won't be the first to spare you!"

Rapo Elkann stood beside the plane and commanded passionately, spitting and waving his arms, and his suit was almost torn off.

The airport worker who was really responsible for directing the unloading glanced at Erkan with an unhappy face, and the layman didn't have a small temper.

Slav is Elkan's bodyguard, and he will sweat all over his head and curse his mother in his heart......

"Shet, boss, why don't you drive it yourself!" Schraff muttered quietly from the driver's seat, much more nervous than racing on the track......

Poof, with a soft sound, the rear wheels finally landed, and the rear bumper of the vehicle was only one centimeter off the ground, and the fingers could not be inserted.

Produced in 1961, the California GT convertible landed smoothly, and Rapo Elkann leaned down to dust off the hood, then crouched in front of the grille and sighed at the silver-plated "Immediately Mark" to wipe the floating ash on it.

"Wu, your 'lover' has arrived, as a gentleman, you haven't shown up yet, you really shouldn't be late. ”

Rapo Elkan muttered, took out the phone and dialed out.

Williams can't take the initiative to call Wu Qian's itinerary and can only wait, but Rapo Elkan can call.

As the phone was answered, Rapo Elkan saw a tram bus with the words "Welcome to Burgundy" approaching slowly from a distance.

"Oh, dear Wu actually sat on a mass of mechanical garbage to greet his lover, it's so distressing!"

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Sogou