May 4th, Paris, 8th arrondissement, La Boetie Street.
"Raifal, this stupid guy, handed Sal to the Germans just like that! If he were in front of me now, I would stuff my boot into his ass!"
"Asshole, unforgivable!"
"kill him!"
In a roadside tavern called the Bourbon Restaurant, several veterans wearing shabby military uniforms were holding rum drinks in their hands and loudly discussing the recent incident of the handover of the Saarland region to Germany.
In a corner next to it, Geng Chaozhong was holding a wine glass, silently listening to the discussion of these old retired soldiers - the Saarland District is a disputed area at the junction of Germany and France. For two hundred years, between Germany and France,
The change of hands can be said to be a thorn in the hearts of the people of the two countries.
Now, Adolf's Third Reich has once again returned the Saarland to Germany. This cannot but arouse the anger of hardliners in France, who believe that the current Prime Minister Raffal has completely insulted the reputation of Napoleon's hometown.
"Haha, Rafael is making a secret appointment with the Russians again. Maybe those barbaric Orthodox slaves will become our good friends in the future!" Another rough laugh came from my ears.
Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, stood up and was about to walk out - it had been two days since he came to Paris, and it was only recently that he found a suitable apartment nearby and rented it temporarily. But the only worrying thing is that
, the apartment is near the territory of a group of French veterans, so he has always been careful not to offend these angry and down-and-out French people.
"stop!"
Just as Geng Chaozhong was about to step out of the tavern, he stopped. A Frenchman carrying a rum came over and looked at Geng Chaozhong with suspicion: "You are not a spy sent by the Germans, are you?!
"
"No, I am a spy sent by the Chinese," Geng Chaozhong turned around helplessly, "because we want to annex France, which is extremely weak, so the Chinese emperor sent me here."
"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, and everyone looked at the black-haired young man with happy eyes.
"You are a humorous guy, but why do you always drink alone recently? What, is it that the girls on the streets of Paris can't satisfy you?" The Frenchman holding the rum in front of him stretched out his hand. He had ash-brown hair.
, thin but not lacking in strength. He looked at Geng Chaozhong with his blue eyes, and then said: "My name is Brownie."
"No, it's because I can't satisfy them," Geng Chaozhong gently stretched out his hand and patted the Frenchman, "My name is Tu - Geng."
"Oh, Geng, come on, come over and chat with everyone, tell us about your experiences in the East." Brownie pointed to several comrades gathered in a circle next to him.
"Come on, young man, I'm curious about why you came to Paris!" A middle-aged man at the bar whose chin was shaved blue with a razor also spoke.
"Okay, but my French vocabulary is really limited, even though I have been working hard for several months." Geng Chaozhong shrugged, but still walked into the crowd.
"It doesn't matter." The middle-aged man smiled boldly. He seemed to be the leader of this group of people. Geng Chaozhong had heard others call him by his name, which seemed to be Schroeder.
"By the way, young people, I heard that in the far east, you seem to have had some friction with the Japanese?" Schroeder asked, touching his chin.
"I'm afraid it's more than just friction," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "because a place the size of France has been robbed by the Japanese."
"Oh!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.
"Of course, excluding North Africa, I am referring to France on the European continent." Geng Chaozhong explained.
At this time, France also had a large number of colonies in Africa, which were not too small in terms of area.
"That's pretty big," Schroeder said, "then you must be in a lot of pain!"
"Yes, it is painful, but we have no choice," Geng Chaozhong said with frustration on his face. "The Japanese are too powerful. The pain for us Chinese may be a hundred times that of your loss of the Saarland."
"It's understandable," Schroeder nodded sympathetically, and most of the French veterans around him also cast sympathetic glances. "So, Geng, is this the reason why you came to France?"
"Oh, that's not the case," Geng Chaozhong shook his head. "I came to France because I admire the great French culture. I wondered if I could draw some strength from Napoleon."
"Really?" Schroeder looked at Geng Chaozhong with a half-smile, "You know, I have been to Vietnam."
"Okay, I'll confess," Geng Chaozhong shrugged helplessly, "I came to France because I wanted to earn some francs to supplement my increasingly poor wallet. Of course, if I can find someone willing to have a romantic relationship with me,
A widow, that’s even better.”
There was another burst of laughter in the tavern, and everyone had a good impression of this black-haired Chinese man.
"Geng, you are an interesting guy. I think you can come here as a guest more often in the future," Schroeder extended his hand. "If you have any difficulties, maybe I can help you."
"Thank you, dear Mr. Schroeder, but I have to go. There is a performance at the Malecel Theater and I must rush there before 3:30 p.m."
"Oh, I think I've heard some, so, bye!" Schroeder waved his hand.
Geng Chaozhong shook hands with the remaining veterans one by one and left the Bourbon Restaurant. For him, it was too easy to win the favor of these veterans.
However, Geng Chaozhong did not lie. He really wanted to go to the theater to watch the performance, because there was a performance in the Malecel Theater that Geng Chaozhong had to go to.
Half an hour later, Geng Chaozhong appeared at the door of the Maleset Theater. The place was already crowded with audiences, and there were many oriental faces. It seemed that all Asians in Paris were here. From time to time, they used words from their hometowns.
Whispering in dialect, Geng Chaozhong felt a sincere feeling of intimacy, took out the bills he had already bought, and walked into the theater.
On the stage, the curtain slowly opened, and an oriental-looking announcer walked up to the microphone and began to announce:
"Now, welcome to the stage the princess from the far east, the movie queen of Shanghai, and the much-loved Ms. Hu Die!"
A graceful lady wearing a high-cut cheongsam walked up. With picturesque eyebrows and a smile, she walked to the microphone and bowed to the audience. The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.
Yes, it's Hu Die, who is also the goddess in Virgo's eyes. Starting from February 1935, Hu Die was selected as the only actor representative to hold the Moscow International Film Festival in the Soviet Union. Then she left Moscow on April 15 and changed trains via Poland.
Then he visited various European countries, and Paris was Hu Die’s second stop after visiting Berlin.
Geng Chaozhong quietly enjoyed the performance, waiting for the chance to meet the butterfly.
