The Long Yan scientists around him glanced at Zhang Mang who was being beaten expressionlessly and did not make a sound.
Only a female scientist from Long Yan passed by and tugged on his clothes to signal him not to be impulsive.
Zhang Mang was not an impulsive person, so he endured it.
From early morning to late at night, they were not allowed to rest until twelve o'clock in the evening.
A female Longyan scientist named Yang Dong stole a bottle of industrial alcohol and said, "This can disinfect. I'll help you apply it."
Zhang Mang snorted lightly, and Yang Dong helped him disinfect the wound. The burning sensation suddenly spread from his back.
Zhang Mang's face was frighteningly dark, but he still asked calmly: "What did you go through after that, and what happened here?"
Zhang Mang clearly felt that the hands of the female scientist behind him were trembling, and an inaudible cry came from behind him.
"The French treat us like slaves..."
"The plan you mentioned before, in this completely closed place, we have no way to see a glimmer of hope of escaping."
"At first there was some resistance, but later he was killed by the French, and they were dropped to the highest point here."
"We can only work day and night here without any rest, helping them produce the so-called Yinzhou drunkenness!"
Zhang Mang looked at Yang Dong and saw that her once beautiful face seemed to have traces of torture by the French.
His heart was filled with endless anger and sorrow.
"It's been so long, has Long Yan forgotten us..." Yang Dong said desperately.
Zhang Mang looked into her eyes and said very seriously: "Whether Long Yan comes or not, I will find a way to rescue you, just give me a little time."
A bold and terrifying idea formed in his mind.
...
At this time, Jiang Yuyan and Ling Chen's special agent team leader Feng Zhenyun had invaded France.
Located in the city of Paris.
Jiang Yuyan took out a bottle of French liquor and said, "Captain, you know wine. Try the taste of this bottle and see how similar it is to Yinzhou Zui?"
Feng Zhenyun looked at the bottle of liquor and looked at Jiang Yuyan suspiciously. The brewing of Yinzhou Zui was a secret that was not passed down. How could the French brew the taste of Longyan Yinzhou Zui?
But the moment Feng Zhenyun opened the bottle, a pungent smell hit his face!
This smell is all too familiar to him!
It’s Long Yan’s Yinzhou drunk!
Feng Zhenyun's face was full of disbelief. He took a sip from the bottle and exclaimed: "This is Yinzhou drunk!"
"You must be French!"
Jiang Yuyan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, France's wine is now competing with our Yinzhou Zui for revenue!"
"But the previous taste and level of this wine are far different from our Long Yan's Yinzhou Zui!"
"So now I suspect that the manufacturing plant of this batch of wine is very likely..."
Jiang Yuyan did not continue speaking, Feng Zhenyun already understood what she meant.
He said in a deep voice: "Your guess is very reasonable. Maybe we should go to this manufacturer to have a look."
"Do you have any good ideas, or do you need our people to feel their way in?"
Jiang Yuyan thought about it and said: "If we act rashly, it is very likely that we will alert the enemy, and behind this manufacturer is Prince Louis XV."
"What do you mean?" Feng Zhenyun asked.
Jiang Yuyan thought for a moment and then said: "We can use business talks to attract the prince's attention, at least to determine the location of this factory."