One evening three days later, retired military leader Schroeder greeted Geng Chaozhong warmly at a roadside tavern on La Boetie Street.
"Hello Schroeder," Geng Chaozhong shook hands with the other party with a smile and ordered a glass of wine. "It seems that today is a good day, everyone is together again."
As usual, almost all the veterans from La Boetie Street gathered in the tavern. This was the first time Geng Chaozhong returned here since he won Schroeder's friendship last time.
Of course, the biggest reason is that the current apartment is not safe. After Geng Chaozhong's observation, there have been unknown people wandering around his apartment from time to time in the past few days.
"Geng, I have to tell you some news," Schroeder stared at Geng Chaozhong with his blue eyes, "Someone asked us about you."
"Oh?" Geng Chaozhong immediately raised his attention.
"They asked if there was an Asian face around, but I told him there were too many Asians around, and you know, this is France." Schroeder shrugged.
"Thank you, Geng. Are you in any trouble?" Schroeder looked concerned.
"It's just a small thing. Someone said I was a Vietnamese monkey, so..." Geng Chaozhong spread his hands, "I taught him a lesson."
As a French colony, there are nearly ten thousand Vietnamese immigrants in Paris. This is a perfect reason.
"Well, there are always some people who like to discriminate. This is not in line with the three colors on our flag. Maybe they are influenced by the Germans. Who knows?" Schroeder said helplessly. Obviously,
He is a left-winger among French people.
"However," Schroeder suddenly smiled, "those people left me a message."
"What?" Geng Chaozhong was a little surprised.
"They said that if you see a tall Asian, please ask him to go to the Figaro newspaper office. Mr. Ferlot there will ask him something," Schroeder said.
"Mr. Fierlo?" Geng Chaozhong thought of the balding deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.
"Yes, so I think they don't have any ill intentions towards you," Schroeder looked at Geng Chaozhong and smiled mysteriously, "So you don't have to lie. I have never been in the habit of betraying my friends."
"I'm sorry," Geng Chaozhong bowed to Schroeder slightly embarrassed, "I just don't want to cause trouble to my friends."
"It's okay, we're not afraid of trouble." Schroeder waved his hand, "If you have something important, just do it. Our brothers on La Boetie Street will never hesitate to lend a helping hand."
"Thank you," Geng Chaozhong nodded gratefully, took out a handful of coins from his pocket, and waved it towards the bartender, "I wish everyone a happy night!"
"Long live rum!" Everyone toasted to Geng Chaozhong.
Geng Chaozhong left the tavern and walked towards his apartment.
He was a little surprised that the person looking for him was not someone from the Paris Police Department, but someone from Mr. Philbo. Could it be that Mr. Philbo had re-understood his own value?
Walking to the door of the apartment, Geng Chaozhong lowered his head and observed the gray line in front of the door - it was messy, but there were many people visiting the door in the past few days, which was not surprising.
After a pause, Geng Chaozhong took out his key, opened the door and walked in.
"where have you been?"
In the darkness, the same lazy voice came out, and the slightly sweet voice had a strange charm.
"Swallow, don't you ever know how to knock on the door?" Geng Chaozhong looked helplessly at his bed.
"I'm so tired..." Yanzi bent his knees and leaned against the bed, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "So I slept on your bed all day."
"My pleasure." Geng Chaozhong walked slowly to the bedside. Under the moonlight, Yan Zi's long eyelashes were shaking. She did not wear a long skirt today, but a chiffon shirt tied into blue suspenders. A typical worker
dress up.
"Things are not going well in Berlin. Our contact person is missing." Yanzi said quietly.
"Paris is also in trouble, and Bledsoe is also missing." Geng Chaozhong shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed, looked into Yan Zi's eyes and said, "Please tell me, what happened?"
The two looked at each other, and Yanzi seemed unable to bear Geng Chaozhong's slightly aggressive gaze. He turned away and said, "We are involved in the Jewish Solidarity Association."
"So, the Gestapo is investigating this matter?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Yes." Yanzi turned sideways, and Geng Chaozhong realized that her movements were a little deformed, and she must have suffered some injury to her shoulder.
"I was injured when I jumped from the third floor of the church," Yan Zi moved his body slightly, "SS-VT (SS Special Mobile Force) has already been ambushing nearby."
"So, I know who captured Bledsoe," Geng Chaozhong looked at Yanzi with concern, "If you don't mind, I can help you reset your shoulder bone."
"Thank you." Yanzi pulled his shirt aside smoothly, revealing his jade-white shoulders, "I can't guarantee safety, so I can only stay here with you for the time being."
"Well, you can stay as long as you want..." As he spoke, Geng Chaozhong had already held Yanzi's shoulders. Fortunately, it was not shattered, just an ordinary shoulder bone dislocation - Geng Chaozhong moved his hands
Wrong, the swallow groaned in pain amid the clicking sound.
"Move around and give it a try." Geng Chaozhong said softly.
Yan Zi gently raised her arm, but she soon discovered that the pain of dislocation had completely disappeared, and the remaining pain in her flesh could be said to be insignificant.
"Magical," Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong in surprise, "Are you a doctor in China?"
"Bone reduction is a very traditional skill," Geng Chaozhong said with rare humility, "Okay, if you move a few more times, it should heal faster."
"Okay," Yanzi playfully put his arm on Geng Chaozhong's shoulders, "then, my oriental lover, what should I do next?"
"Fierlo fired me, but now he asked me to go back. I can't figure out what he meant." Geng Chaozhong let Yan Zi's arm rest on his shoulders and said with an unchanging expression: "Also, France
People discovered the royalist secret, and old Ivan fled to Spain."
"Then, what are you going to do? I'm injured now, so I'm afraid I can't do anything." Yan Zi looked at Geng Chaozhong pitifully, and there seemed to be tears in his tone, "I'm very worried about Bledsoe's comfort.
You, a gentleman, should think of a way, at least, to rescue Bledsoe."
While speaking, Yan Zi also put his other hand on Geng Chaozhong's shoulder. The two looked at each other and could hear their breathing.
"This is your mission, not mine." Geng Chaozhong suddenly stood up and threw Yan Zi on the bed. "I will help you, but I am already involved in too much in this matter."
"Also, a smile is a weapon, and so are tears, but they should never be used on one's comrades."