It's just that when Yi Xingchen really stood in the middle of Chinatown, he was not so surprised when he looked at some familiar traditional Chinese signboards and the faces of people of the same race who came and went, and he just had a feeling: Oh, this is Chinatown.

However, Chinatown sells a lot of things.

After watching it for a while, all kinds of fine products made Yi Xingchen's heart moved, and he finally couldn't help but take out tens of thousands of dollars and purchased a lot of ingredients and seasonings. These seasonings are mainly some common ingredients of the Chinese. After all, Rénia is far away from China, and buying some common seasonings can also comfort Yi Xingchen's homesickness from time to time and try the taste of his hometown.

After walking out of Chinatown, Yi Xingchen saw a scene that made him feel a little strange - he actually saw a group of monks wearing high hats not far away. The dress of these monks seems to be very similar to that of the monks on the southwestern plateau of China. At this time, this group of monks was holding banners in the streets, roughly counting, there were about twenty or thirty of them, such a big battle, gathering crowds to parade the streets, there must be a big event.

Curiosity made Yi Xingchen couldn't help but stop and watch, at this time, he found that there were many Chinese like him, standing in Chinatown watching everything that happened in front of him, but those Chinese were different from himself, they actually had a look of contempt on their faces, and they seemed to be very dissatisfied with the actions of these monks.

Yi Xingchen thought about it, then "caught" a Chinese beside him and asked, "Excuse me, excuse me, what are these monks doing?"

didn't think about it, the Chinese didn't explain the reason, but he first squinted his eyes and looked Yi Xingchen up and down. "You're in France for the first time, right?"

"Hmm. Indeed it is. Yi Xingchen nodded and replied.

"Then it's no wonder...... What else can this group of monks do? Isn't it just taking other people's money and doing your best to serve others? The Chinese turned his gaze back to the monks again, but his tone was sarcastic, "They are making such a big show to prove to the French that Hua is persecuting them as religious people, just to prove that Hua is a country without human rights." In fact, they are even embarrassed to elevate themselves to the group of great religious consciousness. It's just an insult, a group of guys who have no bottom line in order to make money, if the gods can really know what they do, it is estimated that they will only be angry and ignore all beings. The Chinese man said that, and walked away without looking back.

Yi Xingchen looked at the slogans held by the monks again, as well as the reactions of the surrounding crowd, and the people around seemed to be a little surprised by the monks' procession. Moreover, Yi Xingchen also saw the police.

Apparently, these demonstrations were agreed to by the French police. It is a legal procession. Since this is the case, of course Yi Xingchen will not say anything.

Just when Yi Xingchen wanted to leave. Opposite the monks, there seems to be a group of young demonstrators. Moreover, this group of marchers was clearly in direct opposition to the monks, and their number was quite large, close to a hundred.

Because of these young marchers, they are protesting against certain French conglomerates, funding anti-China forces, and smearing the image of the Chinese people.

When the two met, it seemed that the scene was becoming more and more intense.

Yi Xingchen couldn't help but feel amused, he didn't notice that some of the viewers around him seemed to be moving away.

Yi Xingchen thought that the two sides did not dare to act under the attention of the French police.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

The first to strike was not an angry young man, but a monk.

A black-faced monk rushed forward with a hideous face, about to tear the young man's banner.

A young man hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and during his actions, he pulled the monk's clothes.

At this time, a French policeman immediately stepped forward to stop the young man.

Yi Xingchen didn't hear the conversation between them clearly, but it was obvious that the police were favoring the monk.

However, as if they had received a signal, more than thirty people rushed up to the young man and waved their fists.

Nearby, some Frenchmen were taking pictures with cameras.

I don't know why, Yi Xingchen felt very uncomfortable.

Whenever young people gain the upper hand, there will always be a police officer who will step in and arrest the most ferocious person.

As for the monk, the French police will not care. In the eyes of the French police, hundreds of people are obviously the strong, and thirty monks are the weak......

On the streets, the fights became more and more intense.

When the confrontation between the two sides affects the surrounding shops, the police can no longer stay out of the situation.

A large number of police officers appeared out of thin air, and they began to arrest both sides of the march.

It doesn't seem to be the first time something similar has happened to the marchers, and they have fled in all directions.

Yi Xingchen looked a little bored, and was about to leave, but there was a person next to him who was talking to him.

"These foreigners don't care if there are human rights problems in China, they need problems in China, then China has problems. This group of Chinese students was obviously taken advantage of. ”

Yi Xingchen turned around and saw Dongfang Lan.

Dongfang Lan smiled helplessly and said, "Senior Brother Xingchen, I see you again." ”

"yes, what a coincidence. Yi Xingchen was speechless, it was indeed too coincidental, "Isn't Senior Sister going to attend the exchange meeting?"

"Well, the morning meeting is over, and I want to go to a Chinatown restaurant for afternoon tea. Dongfang Lan said.

Yi Xingchen smiled, "Oh, such a coincidence. Yesterday, I just said that we would have a cup of tea and chat together, why don't you choose a place, senior sister, how about I have a treat?"

Dongfang Lan smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to Delan Xuan, the refreshments there are not bad." ”

The two of them ignored the slight chaos on the street and walked back to Chinatown.

Delan Xuan, a traditional teahouse in southern China, mainly provides morning tea, afternoon tea, supper and other food.

Yi Xingchen and Dongfang Lan sat in a small cubicle on the second floor of Delan Xuan, a pot of tea, several exquisite pastries, crystal shrimp dumplings, phoenix feet, and crab meat buns filled with soup were placed on the table one by one.

After taking a few sips of tea, Dongfang Lan took the lead and said, "Senior Brother Xingchen, do you still have energy crystals?" I am willing to pay for an energy crystal for 10 million Chinese dollars. ”

Yi Xingchen was slightly stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Senior sister, how can you think that I still have energy crystals in my hands?"

Dongfang Lan smiled and said, "Otherwise, I really don't know that you, a poor student, can have so much net worth." Moreover, the three discharge devices you customized in Zhongke show that you still have at least three energy crystals. Do you think I'm right?"

Yi Xingchen was stunned when he heard this, Dongfang Lan's reasoning was logical, very reasonable, and close to the facts, he really couldn't refute it. However, although Yi Xingchen can't argue, he can play tricks. (To be continued......)