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"Shishi, remember, you are my, Chu Yuchen's, woman now. No matter who you meet, don't be nervous."

Chu Yuchen carefully comforted Liu Shishi in her ear.

Liu Shishi raised her pretty face, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "I will try my best to control my emotions."

Then, Liu Shishi asked the question in her mind: "By the way, Yuchen, is your appointment with Arno Bernard tonight because of me?"

"Of course, I will definitely get the Chanel endorsement for you tonight."

Young Master Chu smiled slightly and blurted out a white lie.

While the two were talking, a group of people had already walked through the grand lobby and arrived at the elevator.

Because there were so many people, Chu Yuchen and his group took three elevators to the Cultural Hall on the 25th floor.

"Ding!"

The elevator was very fast and we reached the 1th floor in less than a minute.

This is the restaurant venue that has been voted the most beautiful in the Old Port.

Led by the waiter, Chu Yuchen and his party walked into the restaurant and immediately felt as if they were in a magnificent art palace, with a strong Daxia style everywhere.

The walls of the restaurant are decorated with original silk paintings, enamel lacquer and gold-plated chandeliers, and nostalgic bird cage decorations, which are festive and elegant.

Through the restaurant's huge glass windows, you can have a panoramic view of the bustling night scene of Victoria Harbour and Old Harbour.

Enter into a private room.

The waiters wearing sky blue cheongsams began to serve the dishes one after another.

Fresh and juicy ingredients, combined with carefully prepared condiments and skillfully cooked, are combined into mouth-watering dishes on the table.

The waiter came forward and poured them some wine, bowed slightly, left the box and closed the door.

The room immediately became quiet.

The red wine swirls gently in the glass.

The color is as deep as amber, with a slight shimmer.

The light aroma is mixed with the calmness of oak barrels and the sweetness of grapes.

You can tell at first glance that this is not an ordinary red wine, but a fine wine that has been precipitated over time.

"Mr. Bernard, welcome to accept my invitation and come to the beautiful and rich Daxia. I'd like to toast you first."

As the host, Chu Yuchen stood up first, holding a wine glass.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Chu. I'd also like to offer a toast to you and the beautiful Ms. Liu."

At this time, Arnaud Bernard had adjusted his mentality. He raised his glass gracefully and clinked glasses with Chu Yuchen and Liu Shishi.

After the three of them sat down, Chu Yuchen turned the table and gestured to Arna Bernaud, "Mr. Bernaud, please try the delicious food of our Daxia."

"Okay. Mr. Chu, Ms. Liu, please."

The two sides exchanged politeness and picked up their chopsticks at the same time.

Drinks and cups were exchanged, chatting and laughing.

At the dinner table, Chu Yuchen and Arnaud Bernard tacitly talked only about the cuisine of their respective countries.

Arnaud Bernard said that Gallic chicken dishes are known for their rich layers and delicate taste, and each dish is a reflection of the respect for the ingredients and the ingenuity of the chef.

Chu Yuchen said that summer cuisine focuses on the balance of flavors, pursues the harmony of the five flavors, and also has a complete set of health-preserving concepts.

……

Liu Shishi, who was standing by, was confused. She felt like she understood some of it, but it also seemed like she didn't understand a word.

Chu Yuchen put down his chopsticks, picked up the towel on the table and wiped his mouth, then said to Arno Bernard, "Mr. Bernard, there are huge cultural differences between our two countries in terms of taste, food selection, and dining methods.

Therefore, if a foreign company wants to expand its market in another country, it needs a certain degree of localization.

Otherwise, it is easy to fail to adapt to the local climate, resulting in half the result with twice the effort.”

Arno Bernard's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and a trickle of red wine dripped onto the table, as bright as blood.

Formal negotiations began.