"Cheers to my beloved Comrade SDL," Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, "So, you are my dear Comrade Yanzi?"
"No, she is Yanzi," the plump girl pointed to the shy blonde next to her, "I am 'Bledsoe'."
Bledsoe is a common strong cocktail in French pubs, and swallow is the most common bird in France. In the Cheka code name system, the bird code name is already second only to the highest-level intelligence officer.
For example, Sorge's code name is "Double-Headed Eagle".
Geng Chaozhong set his sights on the blonde girl, and the girl codenamed "Yanzi" still had a shy smile like a little girl on her face, which almost made it impossible for Geng Chaozhong to connect her with the most important agent "Yanzi" in the Northern District.
Connected together.
"Forgive me for being blind," Geng Chaozhong bowed slightly, "I always thought that Yanzi should be an experienced comrade."
"She is indeed only 18 years old," Bledsoe said next to her, "but Yanzi has the most experience in the entire Northern District."
Geng Chaozhong nodded, but he still felt uncontrollably depressed in his heart - this was the youngest spy he had ever seen, and she was also a female spy.
"Mr. Woodpecker, I am still very young. Comrade Berzin mentioned that you are a very experienced comrade. I would like to ask for your advice in the future." Yanzi's attitude is very humble, and her slightly childish appearance makes it easier for her to give in.
The feeling that people are trustworthy.
"Ha!" Bledsoe next to him sneered, his laughter obviously filled with disdain.
"Bledsoe, please maintain basic respect." Yanzi's small face was slightly stern, but even so, her pretended serious expression was more like a child imitating an adult.
"Okay, my little swallow, I won't talk anymore!" Bledsoe flattened his mouth and concentrated on driving the car.
"Comrade Woodpecker, you used to work in Dongfang District, right?" Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong with blue eyes as pure as a lake, which gave Geng Chaozhong an urge to confide.
Geng Chaozhong collected his thoughts and replied with a smile: "Yes."
The Cheka Foreign Intelligence Station has tentacles all over the country and is divided into 6 districts, namely the Northern District, the Polish District, the Central European District, the Southern European and Balkan Districts, the Eastern District and the American District. The face of Geng Chaozhong is naturally reminiscent of
Eastern District.
"So, how do you plan to start working? You know, this is Paris, and I think your French is not very good." Yanzi tilted his head and looked at Geng Chaozhong.
"He could dress up as a woman and work with us." Bledsoe, who was driving, interrupted again.
"Bledsoe!" Swallow was angry.
"Uh-huh, I won't talk anymore." Bledsoe pouted, and then muttered: "But even if he dresses as a woman, I'm afraid the effect won't be very good."
Yanzi stopped talking and just glared at Bledsoe's back. Bledsoe couldn't help but shudder and concentrated on driving.
"Well," Geng Chaozhong smiled bitterly, "Bledsoe is right. I really don't seem to be suitable for Paris. However, I plan to start working as a reporter."
"Reporter?" Yanzi blinked.
"Yes," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "I will enter the Paris press through interviews and publishing news."
"Are you sure?" Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong with suspicion.
"Yes, my French is not very good," Geng Chaozhong shrugged, "but my political articles still have merit."
Bledsoe in front coughed a few times. Yanzi glanced at Bledsoe with dissatisfaction, continued to look at Geng Chaozhong and said, "So, how can I help you?"
"I heard that you have some connections in the upper class society in Paris. Can you help me find a small position in the newspaper?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"I will find a way, but whether you can gain a foothold in the newspaper office depends on your own efforts." Yanzi answered easily, but her expression showed that she was not too optimistic about Geng Chaozhong's future as a reporter.
"Thank you," Geng Chaozhong nodded gratefully, "other than that, I have nothing to trouble you with."
"Okay, when you arrive in Paris, you can call the number on this business card and tell me your address. If I arrange your work, I will notify you in time." Yanzi took out a business card with gold thread from his high heels.
, handed it to Geng Chaozhong.
This is a lavender business card, with a few words written on it in smooth French handwriting:
Audrey Sophia.
"Thank you." Geng Chaozhong looked out the window. Bledsoe drove the car to a windmill town. Not far from the town, there was a long and narrow railway line.
"There is a stop ahead. You can take the train to Paris from here," Yanzi combed her bangs on her forehead, "If you encounter any difficulties, you can also go to a bistro called Black Cat on rue Pétain in Paris.
Find a bartender there named Edmonton, and tell him that Yanzi asked you to come to him."
"Okay," Geng Chaozhong opened the door and stepped out of the car, bowing politely to Yanzi, "Nice to meet you."
A smile appeared on Yanzi's face, and Bledsoe in the front row also turned his head and looked at Geng Chaozhong with dissatisfaction.
"By the way, there is also the beautiful, elegant and charming Miss Bledsoe. You are the most unique woman I have ever seen." Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
"Thank you." Bledsoe looked at Geng Chaozhong with suspicious eyes, seeming to doubt the sincerity of Geng Chaozhong's compliment.
"Goodbye." Geng Chaozhong waved and walked away with his suitcase.
"Sister Bledsoe, tell me, what is the purpose of the organization sending an Oriental to Paris?" Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong's back with a little doubt in his blue eyes.
"Maybe it's because we think there are too many women in the Northern District?" Bledsoe said with a smile.
"Sister Bledsoe, you are kidding again," Yanzi looked at Bledsoe dissatisfied, "The alliance wants to reach an alliance and mutual assistance treaty with France, but the attitude of the French has always been ambiguous. The German Abwehr (Gestapo)
He has been looking for an opportunity to sabotage our peace talks. Maybe he has other intentions in sending him here?"
"Who knows, he can't even speak French well," Bledsoe curled his lips helplessly, "We have too much work to do. At this time, sending a guy who can't even speak French well here, there is no doubt.
It makes our work more difficult."
"Okay, Sister Bledsoe, I hope he can exceed our expectations!" Yanzi retracted his gaze from Geng Chaozhong's back.