He heard someone suddenly ask him a question.

The man wearing a black top hat and sunglasses glanced at the reporter before turning back to continue eating his pancake.

"You can understand me, right?"

Confused by the man's action, Eric asked in bewilderment.

Are you French?

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly put down the half-eaten wrap he was holding and asked a question in return.

"Yes, yes! French!"

Eric nodded repeatedly, and as he spoke, he vaguely felt that the young man's facial features looked strangely familiar.

"Then you can speak to me directly in French."

"Your Mandarin is really awful."

The mysterious passerby remained expressionless and spoke fluent French.

"What the fuck?"

"Aren't you supposed to be a typical Chinese office worker? Why do you speak French so fluently?"

"And this is just a street urchin who looks mentally unstable!"

"Wait a minute, don't you guys think his voice sounds familiar?"

"I just want to know what he does for a living, and why he's squatting here in broad daylight eating pancakes like a thief!"

"Could it be an agent sent by our country's intelligence agency?"...

Upon seeing the mysterious man in sunglasses eating a pancake, he fluently spoke French.

On AFP's live stream, the screen was instantly flooded with a deluge of surprised comments and emojis.

These foreign netizens are just looking for some fun in their spare time.

Who would have thought that an ordinary city in China would be teeming with hidden talents!

"Uh, okay, may I ask..."

"How do you think this pancake tastes?"

The man in front of me offered to be interviewed in French.

Eric's carefully crafted interview plan was abruptly interrupted, and he blurted out a question on the spur of the moment.

"Absolutely delicious!"

"However, I should correct you. This is not a pancake, but a hand-pulled pancake."

Upon hearing this, the passerby wearing a top hat revealed a sly smile and spoke in fluent French.

"Its crust is crispier than a regular pancake, each layer is as thin as a cicada's wing, golden and tempting, fragrant and crispy, and it's also spread with a secret sauce, rolled with fresh vegetables, making it nutritious. Add some finely chopped green onions and cilantro, and the texture is rich and the taste is irresistible..."

"One wrap is enough to meet your energy needs for the whole morning. Compared to Western-style burgers and fries, this wrap is many times more nutritious!"

"This is also one of the unique street foods of China. Whether rich or working class, people love to taste its deliciousness."

The mysterious man in sunglasses held up a half-eaten scallion pancake, looking like a French tour guide or a food commentator.

He is vividly explaining the characteristics of the food in his hand.

And he specifically corrected Eric's prejudice when he introduced this Chinese snack to the camera earlier.

Clearly, the mysterious passerby had overheard everything the other person said during the interview with the pancake vendor.

"Glug~"

He then delivered a vivid and engaging explanation.

Even the blond, blue-eyed AFP cameraman holding the camera almost drooled from the corner of his mouth.

In order to capture Wang Yueheng's figure on site.

They rushed here from Kyoto overnight and haven't even had a proper breakfast yet.

Hearing such a delicious and appealing explanation of the food, I couldn't wait to put down my equipment, turn around, and buy the hand-pulled pancake the man was talking about.

"???"

"What the heck? Why is this person suddenly explaining scallion pancakes?"

"Could he be a competitor of that pancake vendor?"

"I don't believe that everyone in China knows kung fu, but I do believe that they all know about food!"

"If it weren't for him, I would have almost been deceived by my own reporter!"

"I knew it! How could food that looks so delicious be only for poor people?"

"The more I look at him, the more familiar he seems. Could he be some famous celebrity?"...

Upon hearing this peculiar man take advantage of the interview opportunity to correct Eric's biased explanation on the spot.

Foreign netizens watching the AFP website's live stream were surprised, but then suddenly realized what was going on.

"Uh, okay, thank you for helping us learn about Chinese cuisine."

"We are conducting a survey on Chinese society. Would you mind asking about your profession?"

As a professional journalist, despite being contradicted and refuted on the spot, Eric remained calm and raised the microphone to ask the question.

"My profession?"

You can think of them as street performers.

Upon hearing this, the man in the black suit reached out and gently touched the seaweed-like curly hair that fell from his forehead, then patted his shoulder, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face once again.

"A street performer? You probably don't own a house here, do you?"

Upon hearing that the other party claimed to be a homeless performer, Eric, who had just been slapped in the face by the old lady's monthly income of over ten thousand, became interested again and hurriedly asked.

As he spoke, he pointed to the towering residential buildings around him.

An ill-fitting, cheap suit, a cheap hand-pulled pancake set meal, and a somewhat mentally unstable state...

Eric, who wanted to rely on the mysterious person in front of him to turn his life around, had already thought of the headlines for the next news story.

"Exploring the Impoverished Living Conditions of Artists in China"

"Street Interviews: The Humble Social Status of Artists in China"...

This is used to smear China's backwardness in the field of art.

"Yes, I don't own a house here."

The man in the black suit looked up at his surroundings, shook his head, and said.

So where do you live now?

Seeing that the other party was finally answering according to the trap he had set, Eric asked with suppressed excitement.

"The Santa Fe Hotel is nearby."

The man in black smiled and said.

"Oh, that must be a budget hotel..."

Eric asked instinctively.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

What kind of budget hotel calls itself a grand hotel?

Moreover, the name of this hotel sounds somewhat familiar.

When I came to Shashi last night to look for a hotel, I think I saw the name of this hotel before.

As far as I remember, it was a five-star hotel under the Hunan Provincial Radio and Television Media Group!

"You mean, that five-star Santa Fe Hotel?"

Eric stared in astonishment at the mysterious figure before him, asking incredulously.

"That's right, I'll be staying here temporarily."

The man in black nodded in confirmation.

"How could that be! What about your income? Can your income support you staying in such a luxurious hotel?"

Eric felt like he was going crazy. Why did all the random people he interviewed in China today seem so insane?

They're lying! They're definitely lying to save face and save face!

"To be honest, I haven't kept a specific record of my monthly income."

"But it should still be over a million euros."

The mysterious man in the black suit spoke with a serious expression.

"A monthly income of over a million euros? Are you sure you're not talking nonsense?"

"Or are you joking with me? Is it actually one hundred euros?"

Eric became increasingly convinced that he must have interviewed a mentally ill person.

Aside from being able to communicate normally in French, the other person was a delusional psychotic patient!

However, he soon guessed that the other party was probably just joking with him.