Mrs. Faber is the classification editor of the newspaper archives. She is responsible for collecting, classifying, and summarizing all kinds of newspapers from all over Europe. Geng Chaozhong quickly got the copy of the Berlin Times that Mr. Fierlo needed and classified it.
Brought back to Mr. Fierlo's office.
"Sir, you want the Berlin Times." Geng Chaozhong handed over the newspaper respectfully.
"Well," Mr. Fierlo took the newspaper and glanced down. At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Mr. Fierlo looked at Geng Chaozhong and whispered: "Take it."
Geng Chaozhong answered the phone: "Hello, Le Figaro Times."
"I'm looking for deputy editor-in-chief Phil Lo. I have a message to tell him." A hurried male voice came from the phone.
"Please state your name." Geng Chaozhong paid attention to Mr. Fierlo's reaction.
"Gary Gustavo." came the voice from the phone.
"Wait a moment," Geng Chaozhong covered the microphone, looked at Mr. Fierlo and said, "A man named Gary Gustavo wants to provide you with a message."
Mr. Fierlo nodded and took the phone.
"Gary, how is the weather in Berlin?" Mr. Fierlo said with a smile on his face.
"Dark clouds and rare heavy rains," the voice on the microphone said, "I heard from a friend that there seems to be a law targeting Jews that is about to be introduced recently, and several members of Congress are reaching out to ask for help."
"Huh?" Mr. Fierlo's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked up at Geng Chaozhong, "What is it about?"
"The situation is unknown, but it shouldn't be a good thing." said the microphone.
"Thank you. Please take your time. May's allowance will arrive soon." Mr. Fierlo put down the phone.
Geng Chaozhong lowered his head and sorted the documents on the table, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the voice on the microphone, but he knew that Mr. Fierlo must be watching him.
"Geng, I haven't asked you about your relationship with Mrs. Lolita." Mr. Filo finally spoke.
"Oh," Geng Chaozhong raised his head in confusion, "I just asked a friend to find a job. In fact, I don't know who Mrs. Lolita is."
"Mrs. Lolita is the widow of Mr. Florentino, the former senator of Congress." Filo's eyes were full of ambiguity. "She never recommends irrelevant people."
"I'm really sorry, my friend didn't tell me this." Geng Chaozhong shrugged.
"Whatever," Mr. Fierlo smiled, "Mrs. Lolita is one of the major shareholders of our Figaro newspaper. We will not refuse her request, but what I am curious about is, how do you know, the Germans
Will there be a brand new law against the Jews?"
"Oh, the phone call just now?" Geng Chaozhong looked like he suddenly understood.
"Yes," Mr. Fierlo nodded affirmatively, "from Germany to France, there are only a handful of organizations that are more informed than our Le Figaro newspaper. Geng, please tell me the purpose of your coming to our newspaper."
"No, no, no, you are overthinking it. I did come to this conclusion based on my own judgment." Geng Chaozhong looked serious.
"Hahaha, Geng, if it weren't for your identity, I would even suspect that you are a prophet from an ancient country in the East. Then, can I ask you about your identity in China?" Mr. Fierlo laughed.
stand up.
"I am also a reporter in Shanghai, but you have to know that even if I get news from Shanghai, it will never be faster than you getting news from Berlin." Geng Chaozhong spread his hands helplessly.
"Well, I assume that you are a person who has occasionally seen God's crystal ball," Mr. Filo smiled slightly, "If there is nothing else, you can go."
"Let's go?" Geng Chaozhong was slightly startled. He smelled a strange smell from Philo's sudden tribute.
"Yes, maybe the job of assistant is a bit overkill for you," Mr. Fierlo stood up, bowed, and stretched out his hand, "You should be able to find a more suitable career."
"This..." Geng Chaozhong suddenly felt helpless.
"There are some things that there is no need to point out!" Mr. Fierlo sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Fierlo, I can leave, but I must point out that your judgment of me is a bit too hasty." Geng Chaozhong understood that Mr. Fierlo had regarded him as a commercial spy who had infiltrated here from other newspapers.
"If I had evil intentions, I would never expose my purpose so quickly and do such a stupid thing."
"Look, you have thought of all the consequences," Mr. Fierlo walked to the door of the office and opened the door. "However, as a gentleman, I am willing to reserve the last bit of dignity for you."
"Okay!" Geng Chaozhong sighed helplessly, picked up the briefcase on the table, and walked out of the door, "Mr. Fierlo, goodbye!"
"goodbye!"
The door was slammed shut.
Geng Chaozhong shook his head and smiled bitterly. Maybe sometimes, being too sharp is not a good thing...
After a bad start, Geng Chaozhong suddenly felt a little confused. He carried his briefcase and walked aimlessly on Haussmann Street. The spire of Notre Dame de Paris shone in the distance. Geng Chaozhong hesitated for a moment and decided to visit this building.
Famous buildings.
"Haha, our gentleman seems to have encountered some trouble." A voice came from beside him.
Looking back, a lady wearing a veil stood behind her. From her plump figure, Geng Chaozhong quickly judged her identity:
"Miss Bledsoe?"
"Yes," the voice under the gauze said sarcastically, "please come with me."
Bledsoe took Geng Chaozhong to the corner of a cafe. After each ordered a cup of coffee, Bledsoe lifted his veil and looked at Geng Chaozhong with his cat-like green eyes:
"Do you know why Yanzi recommended you to approach Mr. Filo?"
"Why?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Because he has good relationships with many high-level officials in France, we can get a lot of information from him that we can't get through other channels. More importantly, it is not easy to be exposed - you only need to know one person
, we are equivalent to controlling the entire intelligence community in France." Bledsoe replied.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier so that I could make some preparations earlier?" Geng Chaozhong was a little angry.
"Bledsoe is a very cautious person. We have sent people to approach him several times, but they have failed. This is why his assistant has always been vacant." Bledsoe replied.
"It is better to be prepared than not to be prepared." Geng Chaozhong said a French proverb.
"No, we think that being appropriately presumptuous may gain his trust more," Bledsoe gently tore the white gloves on his fingertips, "but obviously, it failed again."
"Bledsoe, maybe you can do it yourself? With your charm..." Geng Chaozhong looked at Bledsoe with a half-smile.
"No, Yan Zi and I have both been close to him, but this Mr. Filo doesn't seem to be interested in women, whether they are innocent girls or... like me...
.So, maybe men are the most powerful weapon against him." Bledsoe said with a smile.
"You want me to seduce him?" Geng Chaozhong suddenly felt like vomiting.
"Haha," Bledsoe said with a hidden smile, "Don't worry, in fact, we found a handsome man, but we still failed. Mr. Philo doesn't seem to like men."
"Maybe he is just old and has simply lost that ability." Geng Chaozhong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maybe," Bledsoe spread his hands, "We are helpless right now, but since the organization trusts you so much, then we will leave this important task in your hands."
"Then what should I do?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"It's very simple, no matter what method is used, as long as he can serve us, but be careful not to use violent methods. He is a well-known person in Paris." Bledsoe said seriously.