Yang Changfeng really wanted to complain to Chen Aijia, using his own advantages to make fun of others' inadequacy, which is really low.

The most important thing is that this kind of teasing is not only unsuccessful, but is despised even more by others, so why bother?

With a smile, Yang Changfeng said: "The quality of the people in the high-end restaurant is high." ”

There was another sentence later, but Yang Changfeng didn't say it.

Unlike some people who think they are very qualified.

Chen Aijia felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, of course she knew that this kind of contempt made her look very low, but what did it matter?

Psychologically, great relief has been achieved, and that is enough.

Chen Aijia ate this meal very deliciously, and she even felt that if she could ignore her image, she could eat two portions by herself and celebrate this rare victory.

With a full stomach, Yang Changfeng gave Chen Aijia a meal for a proud time, and he didn't disturb her good mood to eat.

However, at the time of checkout, Yang Changfeng was very unhappy.

Seeing Chen Aijia taking out the bank card in the small bag she was carrying, obviously to swipe the card, Yang Changfeng raised his hand to greet the waiter, said "checkout", and then was despised by the diners in the restaurant.

Chen Aijia said angrily: "Even if you pay for it, why do you have to use such earthy words to set off your low?"

Damn, what kind of world is this, settle the bill, pay the bill, what's the difference?

There are many people who know Chen Aijia, and for the sake of Chen Aijia's face, these people just laughed at Yang Changfeng with unkindness, and no one scolded him for being too dirty.

It's just, do you really think you can't understand communicating in French?

Glancing at Chen Aijia, Yang Changfeng got up and walked towards a man and a woman on the table next to him.

It was two men and women who looked very different, the man was in his thirties, dressed very decently, in the words here he was a "gentleman", the woman was at least fifty years old, the two were very close, it was obvious that the man would not be a big boss, and the woman would certainly not be a poor egg.

The two were communicating in a low voice in French, Chen Aijia didn't hear it, but Yang Changfeng heard it.

The man's face did not show any ridicule, but his words were very vicious, which translated: "What a dirty force, I don't understand why Boss Chen's level is so low, any man can be better than this person, right?" Is it only such a dirt force that can meet Boss Chen's requirements?"

As he spoke, the man laughed twice, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but if he added some kind of movement of his body, it would not only be obscene, but disgusting.

The old woman sneered: "I can't help it, maybe I can use it with a random man, you can be careful, don't be seduced by this little **, I'm very good to you." ”

Yang Changfeng walked over and tapped his fingers on the table between the two.

The man turned his head with a smile, glanced at Chen Aijia, with a mocking smile on his face, and asked in French, "Inferior people, do you need any help?"

The old woman laughed, "Oh, he may really need help, you can try to give him a franc, maybe it's important to him." ”

Chen Aijia hasn't come over yet, these two people really regard Yang Changfeng as a person who doesn't know French, and they speak very unscrupulously.

It's just that they didn't dare to let Chen Aijia hear it.

Although this man seems to be Chen Aijia's old friend, they all listened to Chen Aijia's conversation with the waiter just now, and Chen Aijia was making fun of this person.

The other two waiters hurriedly stood up from the side, stretched out their hands to stop Yang Changfeng, and warned in Mandarin: "This gentleman, please don't disturb our guests' meals, otherwise, we will have to invite you out." ”

Yang Changfeng said lightly: "Then, what should we do if they disturb our meal?"

The two waiters had heard their conversation, and the smiles on their faces betrayed them.

The two smiled and said, "No, sir, what we heard is that they are talking about today's weather, not if it has anything to do with you, please ......"

With a slap, Yang Changfeng slapped it in the face of the two waiters, how could two ordinary people bear it, the two fell on their backs, their mouths broke, and blood flowed out from the corners of their mouths.

Chen Aijia was frightened, hurriedly came over and grabbed Yang Changfeng, and shouted, "Are you crazy?"

A group of waiters immediately surrounded him, and a blonde and blue-eyed foreign devil rushed over, waving his fist and threatening: "Sir, if you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, I think I must make you pay the price you deserve, now, please give me a reasonable explanation!"

Chen Aijia pulled Yang Changfeng, although she was very angry, but if Yang Changfeng was threatened by a small lobby manager of this restaurant, it would definitely not work.

"Okay, you don't care. Yang Changfeng shook off Chen Aijia, grabbed the man's neckline, sneered, and repeated what he had just said verbatim in standard French.

The emphasis of the standard of northern France directly stunned Chen Aijia.

This, what's going on?

How could he know French?

Also surprised were the man and the old woman.

Isn't he a bun, how can he speak French?

The lobby manager was also stunned for a moment, and instantly set his eyes on Yang Changfeng's hand holding the man.

"Sir, I'm ......" he rushed over, trying to get the two to leave first. Obviously, the two guests must have not said anything good about the man, which angered him, and the two waiters were reluctant to testify on his behalf because they also thought that the man who was dressed very well did not speak French.

But no one expected that Yang Changfeng not only had no intention of giving up, but slapped the manager again.

"Did you think of talking to me in Mandarin now?" Yang Changfeng said coldly, "What kind of place is this, you'd better figure it out!"

He said this last sentence first in Mandarin, then in English, first in London, then in New York, and then in Italian, Arabic, and even Japanese and Korean.

"What excuse do you want to use to prove that I didn't understand and deliberately made trouble?" Yang Changfeng glanced at the old woman, turned around and repeated what she had just said to Chen Aijia in French, and finally said, "Do you still feel that I am troubled? If you insist that it is, then you can leave immediately, I will repay you, and I must make them pay!"

Damn, don't you know that Lao Tzu can fight against the Eight-Nation Coalition without suffering a loss? Foreign bird language, those who can speak it are taller? For Lao Tzu, learning your bird language is no more difficult than eating and peeing!