Half an hour later, Geng Chaozhong, who was watching outside, walked back to the hotel. Yanzi was sitting by the bed, accompanying the tortured Bledsoe.
"Bledsoe, are you feeling better?" Yanzi looked at Bledsoe worriedly.
"I'm fine." Bledsoe was so strong that it made him despair. After taking a shower and changing clothes, the woman quickly returned to normal, which made Geng Chaozhong on the side feel admiration.
"Did you save me?" Bledsoe turned his attention to Geng Chaozhong again, "I heard Yan Zi say just now that you are very brave."
"No, it was Yanzi who saved you. I just did some trivial work." Geng Chaozhong replied - his shoulder was still aching.
"Is this the humble attitude of you Orientals? How charming..." Bledsoe looked at Geng Chaozhong with squinted eyes, and there was no trace of ridicule or praise in his tone.
"Well, Bledsoe, you'd better rest for a few more days and I won't disturb you here." Geng Chaozhong wanted to leave.
Is it more appropriate to comfort one woman or another woman?
"I'm a warrior, I don't need comfort," Bledsoe stood up, "What's more, the problem is my own."
"I was also attacked in Berlin," Yanzi said, "Bledsoe, don't take the responsibility on yourself."
"It is my responsibility. If I had not come to France, Bledsoe would not have met me. If Bledsoe had not contacted me, he would not have been discovered by the Germans, let alone caught by the Germans.
Therefore, everything is my responsibility." Geng Chaozhong said with a shrug.
"It seems to make sense." Yanzi said thoughtfully.
"The inference is very logical." Bledsoe nodded.
"Hey, you can't take it seriously!" Geng Chaozhong raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"So, how do you compensate us?" Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong seriously.
Geng Chaozhong was speechless, he wanted to run away.
"Giggle, giggle," Yan Zi smiled sweetly, "Forget it, let's discuss what to do next. The actions of the Germans towards us are no accident. I think there must be something wrong with us."
"The Germans tortured me about who went to Berlin. In other words, they already knew that we were in contact with the Jewish Federation in Berlin, so the problem should be in Germany." Bledsoe also regained his seriousness.
"If this is the case, we are safe in France for the time being, but we have to be more careful in Germany," Geng Chaozhong nodded. "Yanzi, have you contacted your comrades in Germany?"
"A warning message has been sent, but I don't know exactly what is going on in Germany right now, but given the current situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return to Germany," Yanzi said in frustration.
"You can rest with Bledsoe for a few days, and I will find an opportunity to solve this problem," Geng Chaozhong said.
"Thank you." Yanzi responded with a grateful look.
"However, I would like to know if there is any place for information exchange in Paris, something like...a coffee shop or a pub..." Geng Chaozhong looked into Yanzi's eyes.
"Yes, there is the Saint-Caroline Salon on Rue Pétain," Yan Zi's eyes lit up. "It is the most famous social place in Paris. Diplomats and intelligence personnel from various countries often gather there. We usually exchange some unusual things there.
Important information."
"Take me there," Geng Chaozhong's eyes lit up, "I need a recommender."
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The Saint-Carolin Salon is located in the central area of Rue Pétain, which is also the center of Paris nightlife. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Geng Chaozhong and Yanzi rushed there, but this three-story Baroque building was still full of the excitement of music.
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"Wear this," Yan Zi took a black triangular mask from the waiter at the door, "This is the tradition of Saint Carolan."
"Oh." Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly.
It turned out to be a masquerade ball, which has been a fashion that has pervaded the upper classes in Europe since the seventeenth century. Of course, its original purpose was for some romantic encounters, but it was equally perfect for exchanging information.
Yanzi also put on a purple diamond-encrusted mask. After paying a huge sum of four hundred francs, Geng Chaozhong got a VIP card for the St. Carolan Salon. Then, Yanzi put his hand on Geng Chaozhong's and entered together.
took center stage on the dance floor.
"Dancing is the most direct way to exchange information." Yanzi pointed to the dark dance floor, where several couples of men and women were dancing. They occasionally whispered to each other intimately, like a pair of sweet lovers.
"So, how can you get the news you want?" Geng Chaozhong asked.
"Put the information you want on the tray. If anyone knows, they will come and invite you to dance." Yanzi said.
"What if the other party is a man?" Geng Chaozhong asked carefully.
"There's a billiard hall and a bar over there." Yanzi pointed helplessly to some boxes around the dance floor.
"Nais," Geng Chaozhong nodded with satisfaction, "The last question is how to release intelligence."
"Similarly hand it to the waiter on a tray. Of course, if you have a certain reputation in the circle, people will naturally come to ask you." Yanzi shrugged.
"Well," Geng Chaozhong narrowed his eyes, "Roosevelt, have you heard of this person?"
"Are you referring to President Roosevelt of the United States who just took office, or?" Swallow's eyes twinkled like stars in the darkness.
"Of course it's Roosevelt in the intelligence circle. Have you ever heard of this person?" Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
"Of course I know that he successfully predicted the approximate time when Adolf and Roosevelt came to power, and also gave the exact date of Japan's occupation of Manchuria. We call him the Apocalypse in the circle. Countless people have been looking for his true identity.
Identity, unfortunately, he has disappeared for a long time." Yanzi said.
"Well, Apocalypse, that's a nice name." Geng Chaozhong nodded, then took a pen and paper from the side and started writing something.
"What do you want to do?" Yanzi was a little curious and turned his attention to Geng Chaozhong's paper.
"Nothing," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "I want to try some of my intelligence."
After a while, a waiter came over, took the note handed over by Geng Chaozhong, then bowed and asked: "Excuse me, who is the publisher of this news?"
"Roosevelt." Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
"I wish you good luck." The waiter's eyes flashed with light.
"Let's go." As the waiter left, Geng Chaozhong also stood up.
"Leave like this?" Yanzi's voice was a little surprised.
"Otherwise, this is just my first time here." Geng Chaozhong spread his hands.
"A gentleman will not begrudge his invitation," Yan Zi remained motionless, "at least, he must celebrate today's victory."
"Okay," Geng Chaozhong stood up and bowed slightly, "Can I ask you to dance?"
