Director Allen was a filmmaker with a keen eye and instantly understood his micro-expressions, saying unhappily, "I'm a talented man, do you understand? I published many articles in the newspaper when I was in college, and those girls were attracted to my talent."
"Not like some people, picking up girls just by their looks and body, and boasting shamelessly in the media about how strong they are, talking about several hours... If it were me, I wouldn't be able to say it."
Link just shrugged his shoulders without objecting because the old man's words were too full of jealousy, like a pot of sauerkraut that had been fermenting for seventy or eighty years.
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When the plane landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was already past six in the evening, and the sky was growing dusk.
