Half an hour later, Qin Fei and M ended their conversation.
Come out of No. 2 Whitehall, get in the Jaguar driven by Federer, and head towards the East End of London.
Qin Fei was not familiar with the road conditions here. The car turned east and west among the historic buildings in Old London, and finally stopped in the middle of a narrow street.
After getting out of the car, Qin Fei saw a restaurant on the roadside at first sight. The signboard was bilingual in French and English, and the name of the restaurant was the Champs Elysees.
It is not difficult to tell that this is a French restaurant.
Generally, it is difficult to make a reservation at better French restaurants in London, and you often have to queue up. However, this restaurant looks very quiet. There are no customers queuing up at the door, and you can't see inside through the light yellow glass windows.
How many guests are there.
Under the leadership of Ms. M, the three of them entered the restaurant.
The waiter seemed to be familiar with Ms. M. He nodded and made a gesture of invitation, then walked to the front to lead the way.
Led by the waiter, the group of three people walked through the restaurant and then turned into the back kitchen. There was a door at the end of the back kitchen. After opening it, it suddenly opened up, revealing a semi-open kitchen.
There was a scent filling the room.
A slightly plump man wearing an apron, about over fifty years old, held a non-stick pan in his hand and was constantly turning the spoon while the food was simmering.
"M! Are you here?"
The middle-aged uncle turned around and glanced at M, "I'm so sorry. Just wait for me for a while. I'll be fine soon."
Qin Fei looked next to the middle-aged uncle. Three plates of small tomatoes had been placed. The tomatoes were hollowed out and stood upright on the plate.
Next to the three white porcelain plates, there is a small refrigerator. No need to guess, it must be full of ice cubes.
Qin Fei seemed to realize that this middle-aged uncle was the Gallic chicken of France, and he could speak well on Comoros matters, otherwise M would not have brought him over to see him.
"Boris, please get busy first, we can wait."
After Ms. M finished speaking, she pointed to the table next to her with several stools placed next to her.
"Sit down, we are in for a treat tonight." M said to Qin Fei: "This is Boris, the director of the African Department of the French DGSE."
After hearing M introducing himself, Boris turned back to Qin Fei, nodded slightly, glanced at Charlotte, turned back, and continued to focus on making his own sauce in the pan.
Qin Fei could only sit down patiently.
He felt that Boris seemed a little rude. After all, M was the head of MI6, and he was just the director of DGSE. Logically speaking, M was one level above him in terms of status, but he actually had to wait for him to cook when he came to meet him.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. M and I are old friends. When we meet in London, I never want to eat in those British restaurants..."
He turned around and thought he was being humorous and said: "Of course, in the UK, there is no such concept as a restaurant. They all like to eat fish and chips..."
Boris made a hard-to-swallow expression.
"I would rather die than eat the fish and chips promised to the Empire, so every time we meet, I come here and cook something delicious myself. I always believe that only by discussing things in a good atmosphere can we
For better results, nothing beats the atmosphere of a place like a restaurant.”
After saying that his sauce was ready, Boris turned off the fire, then opened the small refrigerator next to him and took out a large stainless steel bowl.
Qin Fei noticed that it was filled with French snails that had been fried with herbs and French onions.
Boris stuffed the chilled snails into hollowed cherry tomatoes one by one, and then lightly poured the light yellow and slightly thick sauce on top.
Finally, the finished product was brought to the three of them, one plate for each person, and one plate for himself.
After that, he walked aside and picked up a thermometer, reached into an ice bucket, checked the temperature, and took out a bottle of red wine that had been opened.
"AOC area, designated wine of Elysee Palace, Christie's Winery."
After finishing speaking, he poured red wine into the red wine glasses of the three of them, and sat down next to M and opposite Qin Fei and Charlotte.
"Are you hungry?" Boris didn't show any concern at all and said familiarly: "Eat, my cooking skills should be acceptable."
Ms. M said to Boris: "Let me introduce to you the two guests tonight..."
"No, no, no, no introduction is needed." Boris picked up a snail, used a fork to take out the snail meat dipped in sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it intoxicatedly, and then looked at Qin Fei
He said to Charlotte: "This young and handsome man should be Qin Fei, the leader of the X mercenary group that has become popular in the African mercenary circle recently, and the other beautiful lady..."
He stood up slightly, bowed, and said very politely: "This must be Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Comoros."
"Mr. Boris, I'm glad you still think I'm a princess, but I actually have nothing now." Charlotte also stood up and saluted, "We came to see you tonight because we have something to ask for.
.”
"Well..." Boris stuffed another mouthful of snail meat into his mouth, picked up the red wine glass and kept shaking it under the light. He didn't look at Charlotte, but stared at the bright red liquid.
"You want to know our current attitude towards Gary in France?"
Boris glanced at M next to him intentionally or unintentionally.
Ms. M has been eating slowly, sipping red wine slowly, and has not spoken, as if she is a transparent person.
He continued: "I can tell you right now that we have no intention of getting involved in Comoros' internal affairs or even war."
Qin Fei felt happy and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Boris, do you mean that no matter how we deal with the family, you Gauls will not interfere?"
"No, you are wrong." Boris said: "If you attack Comoro with arms, then we will take action."
Qin Fei was startled, aren't these contradictory statements?
Since he had no intention of getting involved, why did he take action when he was attacking?
Isn't this nonsense?
"The following conversation we have is purely drunken nonsense at a private dinner. I will not answer your question as a figure in the diplomatic department or even as a member of parliament or the prime minister. However, since we are responsible for African affairs, in this regard,
The advice and intelligence we provide can have an impact on decision-makers."
Boris said: "Our country has a cooperative defense agreement with Comoro, which means that this agreement is still in effect. If there are no abnormal circumstances, the agreement is still in effect, and we must perform our duties, because, if
Kokomoro suffered a military attack, and our military bases on nearby islands have the responsibility to send relevant troops to provide support."
"Gary usurped the throne. Isn't it considered an abnormal situation?" Qin Fei felt a little dizzy. There was such a coup. The crown prince and the old king were both killed. How could it not be considered an abnormal situation?
"Usurping the throne? Are you telling the truth? Do you have evidence? If you have evidence, I can feed the information back to my superiors, which will be beneficial to Princess Charlotte." Boris sipped red wine.
, wrote lightly.
Qin Fei's scalp exploded.
evidence?
Damn it, does this still require written evidence?
Isn’t this nonsense?
"Hassan was the previous orthodox crown prince, and Gary has been deposed. He suddenly killed Crown Prince Hassan, and the old King Ino IX also died. Isn't that evidence? Your department will definitely collect relevant intelligence on this matter.
Right?" Qin Fei said unwillingly, "As long as you are not blind, you can probably see it."
"Are you sure everything you said is the truth? Mr. Qin." Boris seemed to be confident, staring at Qin Fei without blinking, "But Prince Gary also said that he is orthodox."
"As you said, Mr. Boris, where is his evidence? Just one mouth, or one of his public speeches?" Qin Fei said tit for tat.
Boris picked up the white napkin, wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, took something from a briefcase on the table, and threw it in front of Qin Fei.
"See for yourself."
Qin Fei's eyes fell on the thin file. Judging from the outer cover, the contents could not be seen.
Since Boris took it out as evidence, there must be something beneficial to Gary in it.
His hand slowly stretched out, and under Charlotte's confused and uneasy eyes, he grabbed the file bag.