The dock incident in Corsica is far from being finalized yet.
Qin Zhiyuan may be questioned by the French for this at any time. Although Qin Zhiyuan acted under orders, if the French threw Qin Zhiyuan out of the vat, Qin Zhiyuan had no ability to resist.
From the bottom of his heart, Qin Zhiyuan does not trust any Westerner except Julie, who has already had a super-friendship.
The same goes for old Reynaud and Foch.
Qin Zhiyuan asked himself, when personal interests conflict with national interests, Qin Zhiyuan will choose to safeguard national interests. It is up to oneself to recommend others. For people like Foch and old Renault, when their personal interests conflict with national interests,
They may also choose national interests.
These two people are different from Julie. For Julie, Qin Zhiyuan is everything to him. But for these two people, Qin Zhiyuan is only a part of them.
No, neither could old Renault.
Not to mention the relationship with the Knights Templar, as far as old Renault's own character, he would not put national interests more important than personal interests. Otherwise, in the Second World War more than 20 years later, old Renault would not be because of
Wanted to keep his factory and chose to cooperate with the Nazis.
With such random thoughts, Qin Zhiyuan calmed down and walked into the Big Weaver Restaurant amid the greetings of the doorman.
Different from the indifference displayed outside, Qin Zhiyuan felt a heat wave hit his face as soon as he entered the door, which actually made Qin Zhiyuan feel a little uncomfortable.
It seems that the situation in Paris is not bad, at least they have no shortage of fuel.
Thinking of the vast forest of Boulogne, Qin Zhiyuan secretly blamed himself for eating instant noodles because he was worrying the emperor, and was led by the waiter into the back hall of the Great Weaver.
Before he even entered, Qin Zhiyuan heard the buzzing sound of people. When he opened the door, noisy arguments, discussions and even curses poured out like a flood.
Qin Zhiyuan never thought that there was such a large space in the Big Weaver Restaurant.
The back hall was about two to three hundred square meters in size. It was divided into many spaces by magnificent sofas and dazzling wine racks. Qin Zhiyuan looked over and saw that there were dozens of people.
Dozens of upper-class people who looked greasy-headed and pot-bellied. At this time, most of them were in bad shape, with red faces and foaming at the mouth. Some even tore off their bow ties, unbuttoned their shirts, and exposed their chests to others.
Intense debate.
What a shame
Qin Zhiyuan said this unexpectedly in his mind.
When they saw Qin Zhiyuan coming in, almost everyone turned to look in the direction of the door and stopped arguing for a moment. This made the voice of a fat man with his back to the door particularly clear: You bitch
This fucking guy is just swearing.
Qin Zhiyuan, dressed in military uniform, with the smoke still lingering and covered in weather, is definitely an outlier when he appears here.
When everyone was sizing up Qin Zhiyuan, Qin Zhiyuan was also sizing up everyone, with firm and peaceful eyes that had restrained all aggression.
Unfortunately, I don’t know any of them.
God bless, Qin, you are finally here. Old Renault hurriedly came over to greet you, with surprise and relief in his eyes.
Louis, are you okay? Qin Zhiyuan opened his arms to old Renault.
Thank you, I'm fine. Old Renault hugged Qin Zhiyuan and patted Qin Zhiyuan's shoulders vigorously several times. Using the strength of the hug, Old Renault whispered: Congratulations, Your Excellency, Grand Commander.
Thank you, Louis, I will remember your friendship in my heart. Qin Zhiyuan reciprocates the kindness.
Through communication with Auerbach, Qin Zhiyuan fully understood the details of Old Renault and also understood the role that Old Renault played in Qin Zhiyuan becoming the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, which Qin Zhiyuan was very grateful for.
Thank you in person to Old Renault. It is necessary for Old Renault to understand Qin Zhiyuan's gratitude.
Let's talk in detail tomorrow. Come with me now, someone is waiting for you. Old Renault smiled, without any more courtesy, turned around and walked to the small hall next to him. As he walked, he signaled to everyone in the hall: Okay, you can continue.
Son of a bitch, listen to me first. Fatty’s voice is exceptionally clear.
Like a ignited powder keg, noisy arguments, discussions, and even yells erupted again, a bit more intense than before.
Talk less and listen more, don't hold back. Walking to the small hall door, old Renault put his hand on the gold-plated door handle and couldn't help but turn around and say something.
Qin Zhiyuan did not answer, but nodded slowly.
Compared with the lively hall, the small hall is relatively quiet and there are many fewer people.
But this made Qin Zhiyuan even more vigilant.
Including Qin Zhiyuan, there were only five people in the small hall.
Foch was present, but not in the leading role.
Sitting on the main seat was a short, fat little old man with white beard and hair and a Mediterranean hairstyle. The beard on his lips was very distinctive. Unlike ordinary people, whose beards went to both sides, his roots were white and neat.
It drooped so much that it covered his mouth. This made his beard look a bit funny. If Qin Zhiyuan described it, it was like a prop on the Peking Opera stage. If you blow on it, it might float up.
This short, fat little old man was sitting in the middle of a three-person couch, with no one sitting on either side. His hands were crossed in front of his lower abdomen, just hugging his round belly. When Qin Zhiyuan came in, he saw
Qin Zhiyuan's method is to rotate his upper body along with his neck, showing extremely strong aggression and desire for control.
Tiger and tiger make wind
This was the first impression this short, fat little old man left on Qin Zhiyuan.
Tiger
Almost instantly, Qin Zhiyuan finally remembered who this short, fat little old man was. He was the famous tiger Clemenceau.
In French politics, Clemenceau is absolutely a legend. He was a politician, journalist, and Prime Minister of the Third Republic of France. His political career lasted for more than half a century and was closely connected with many major political events in France. During the First World War,
As French Prime Minister, Clemenceau led France to win the final victory and made important contributions in the signing of the Versailles Peace Treaty. He was called the Father of Victory by Europeans at the time.
Clemenceau also had a paralyzed face. Please forgive me for repeatedly using this adjective to describe people in high positions. In fact, they are not willing to reveal their inner feelings easily, because facial expressions can express inner emotions, so almost all of these people have a facial expression.
Paralyzed face.
Compared with other paralyzed faces, Clemenceau's condition is not serious. His eyes when he looked at Qin Zhiyuan were full of aggression and unscrupulousness. He almost wanted to strip Qin Zhiyuan naked and study it carefully with a magnifying glass.
It is very rude to look at people in this way and will cause strong discomfort to others.
Fortunately, Qin Zhiyuan had experienced this kind of training when he first became an agent. Therefore, Qin Zhiyuan nodded to everyone in the small hall, then took off his windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack behind the door as if nothing had happened.
