(MTL)Cannon fodder male partner he only loves the motherland [Quick wear]

Chapter 44.

Chapter 44. National Designer

    The international fashion design competition is held in country Y, and excellent designers selected from various countries gather here one after another from all directions.

    He had just got off the plane, and the host staff of the competition was already waiting for them at the pick-up screen.

    After registration, Jiang Yan got into his exclusive car and came all the way to a five-star international hotel.

    Not only him, but all designers from all over the world are arranged in this hotel. The designer's room is on the third floor, and the rooms of other assistants are all in a smaller hotel next to the big hotel.

    It can be seen that they take this game seriously.

    It was the first time for Jiang Yan to participate in such a grand event. It was inevitable that he was a little nervous. The assistant behind him could not be described as nervous anymore. When he looked at people with two eyes, it was novel to look straight at everything.

    The designers participating in the competition are not from the same country, so all languages ​​are available, English, French, Korean, Japanese, Italian...

    Assistant: "..." The

    assistant's English is originally a second knife. Speaking is not good, sometimes I can't understand the flushing of my cheeks.

    Jiang Yan is quite comfortable, in fact, he can understand any language, but sometimes it is always right to keep a low profile in order to maintain his own personality.

    There is a big difference between not understanding and pretending not to understand. One is really blind and the other is just pretending to be blind.

    A waiter came over with a plate and said something in Italian. .

    Jiang Yan dodged decisively, but the assistant didn't dodge and bumped into a sturdy one.

    Assistant: "Director, can you understand him? He speaks Italian!" The

    assistant was about to collapse. He thought of everything, but he forgot the language barrier. Although it can be translated through the instrument, it is very awkward.

    Jiang Yan: "I can only understand a little bit. Next time, pay more attention. Hurry up and change your clothes."

    Just as their master and servant walked out not far, they met Huang Nan.

    Huang Nan smiled smugly, and scolded Jiang Yan and his assistant in Italian for being old hats.

    He thought that Jiang Yan didn't understand, if Jiang Yan really didn't understand, didn't he make a lot of money? Jiang Yan's face will be lost here.

    Italian?

    Jiang Yan sneered and responded to him in standard Italian: "You are just a defeated general." As

    he spoke, he pointed his index finger down and measured it.

    Everyone in the world knows what this gesture means.

    Huang Nan's cheeks instantly turned the color of pig liver. He never thought that Jiang Yan would be able to understand him, let alone that Jiang Yan could not only understand but also respond to him. Taiwan, let alone whether he admits it or not, he really lost to Jiang Yan.

    Many people at the scene were Italians, so of course they could understand what Huang Nan said, and they could understand what Jiang Yan said and Jiang Yan's gestures.