Zhu Lin, who received a call from the unit, was preparing to buy meat with money in his hand, and the beef in the store was 1.80 a catty and the mutton was 1.50 a catty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Italy, International Film Festival?" Zhu Lin was a little blindsided.

Unexpectedly received an invitation from the Salso International Film Festival in Italy, Zhu Lin, as a Chinese actor, was recognized by the International Film Festival Organization, which is a great honor.

But only invited herself, all the costs were borne by the Italian side, if it weren't for the leader saying that the superior had confirmed it to her through the Chinese Consulate General in Milan and vouched for her, Zhu Lin would have some doubts that the international invitation letter in his hand was fake.

After getting off the plane in Milan with an interpreter arranged by an Italian film festival, Zhu Lin still had a hair, standing at the airport and looking around, Zhu Lin, who likes to travel, saw everything with novelty.

Holding the pick-up sign was an unusually sexy Italian woman wearing a scarf and sunglasses, but Zhu Lin was surprised by her fluent Chinese and full of Yanjing accent.

"Hi Zhu Lin, I'm Monica. Bellucci, you can call me Monica, I'm your translator and tour guide for this trip. Monica handed the sign to the bodyguard behind her, smiled and stepped forward and stretched out her hand to put her hand on Zhu Lin's shoulder.

Monica waved her hand without a trace, and the female translator who came to Milan with Zhu Lin took the plane bowed slightly, and quietly turned to leave.

"Ugh! Hello, my name is Zhu Lin, and you speak Chinese so well. Zhu Lin subconsciously dodged, and Monica's enthusiasm surprised her a little.

"Yes, I always thought that Mandarin was the most profound language in the world, but once you learn it, you will find it very interesting, especially some slang." Monica shrugged.

"For example?" Zhu Lin's eyes widened, feeling that his head was a little insufficient, the Italian woman in front of him wouldn't stay in Huaxia for a while, right?

Monica glared and scolded, "Come with me, get out of here!" ”

"Uh......" Zhu Lin opened her mouth wide, her eyes kept blinking, she felt a crow flying by, it turned out to be an authentic Northeast dialect, is this Monica in front of her a China expert? Or do Chinese language courses at Italian universities still teach Yanyan?

"Dear Zhu Lin, of course this is not for you, just an example, just a joke!" Monica smiled aside, she was very satisfied with Zhu Lin's reaction, and it was in vain that she worked hard to learn Mandarin.

"You speak Chinese so well, even some Chinese can't speak as well as you." Zhu Lin sincerely admired.

"It's the best compliment I've ever received." Monica motioned to two tall and burly bodyguards wearing sunglasses behind her to take Zhu Lin's suitcase, and naturally took her arm and walked outside the airport waiting hall.

"No, I'll do it myself." Zhu Lin was a little flattered, but was stopped by Monica.

"You're welcome, you're a guest, you must know that you follow the local customs, and the guest does as the host does." Monica said with a smile.

Zhu Lin glanced back, feeling a little gracious, and thought for a moment that she didn't refuse the other party's kindness, but the two Italian bodyguards in black suits, who gave people a sense of danger, made her a little vigilant and slightly uneasy.

"Where are we going?" Seeing a lengthened luxury car parked on the side of the road, Zhu Lin stopped and frowned slightly.

When he turned around and found that the translator he had come with was nowhere to be seen, Zhu Lin's sense of uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

"Dear Zhu Lin, what are you worried about?" Monica laughed.

"Where are my colleagues?" Zhu Lin said with a sinking face.

"Oh, she's not as good as me in terms of translation and tour guide, she's already rushed to the embassy in Milan on an errand, there are some formalities to be done, you can see her when you go back." Monica shrugged.

"......, I'm going to call the embassy." Zhu Lin glanced at Monica deeply and spoke.

"Oh, dear Zhu Lin, your suspicion has broken my heart!" Monica gestured behind her, and one of the bodyguards pulled out a white big brother and handed it over.

"What is this?" Zhu Lin was a little surprised and said that there is no such thing as a mobile phone in China.

"It's called a mobile phone, and Hong Kong calls it 'Big Brother,' and you can use it to make calls." Monica said with a smile.

"Monica, can I trust you?" Zhu Lin glanced at Monica deeply, and her intuition told her that the sexy Italian woman in front of her had no ill will towards her, but the truth that there was no free lunch in the world made Zhu Lin puzzled.

"Okay, relax, you will soon meet Lin Qingxia, Deng Lijun, Zhang Yanyu and Mei Yanfang, you will definitely be surprised and satisfied with this trip to Italy, I promise!" Monica raised her hand in surrender.

"Lin Qingxia, Deng Lijun? Zhang Yanyu, Mei Yanfang? Zhu Lin was surprised in her heart, one of these two people is an Asian actress and the other is an Asian singer, she naturally knows, but the names of the latter two are a little unfamiliar.

"Yes, like you, they have also received an invitation to the Salso International Film Festival, and we will meet in Sicily!" Monica laughed.

"Uh, that's rude!" Zhu Lin was a little relieved at this time, it seems that the Italian side did not just invite himself this time.

"It's okay, dear Zhu Lin." Monica didn't care and opened the car door for Zhu Lin.

"Where are we going?" Zhu Lin glanced at the gorgeous carriage and asked again.

"Going to buy clothes, of course, and then taking the nearest flight to Palermo." Monica said as she bypassed the car and got into the car from the other side after the bodyguard pulled the door.

"Buying clothes?" Zhu Lin sat in the carriage and quietly looked at the gorgeous decorations in the carriage and asked.

"You dress like this, praise you and say it's simple, but it will make people laugh at you Chinese people, I'll pick out a few dresses for you, it will definitely suit you, I promise."

Monica looked at Zhu Lin, who had short ear-length hair, and the red dress on her body, which may be fashionable in today's China, but it is a bit outdated in Italy.

"No, I have a change of clothes in my suitcase." Zhu Lin was a little embarrassed, but she cautiously said that she could buy it.

Zhu Lin didn't know the prices abroad, but he also knew that Italy was a country where luxury brands were rampant, and his salary of a few hundred a month must not be enough, so how could the unit reimburse him for his clothes when he went back?

"Someone will pay the bill, don't worry, maybe you can also earn advertising money, driver, drive!" Monica smiled and pressed the call button.

The car drove slowly in response, which made Zhu Lin slightly surprised in his heart. What is Bellucci sacred will not be simple.