Expedition to Europe

The "pier incident" in Corsica is far from being finalized yet.

Qin Zhiyuan may be questioned by the French for this at any time. Although Qin Zhiyuan is acting under orders, if the French throw Qin Zhiyuan out of the vat, Qin Zhiyuan has no ability to resist.

From the bottom of his heart, Qin Zhiyuan does not trust any Westerners except Julie, who has already had a super-friendship.

The same goes for old Reynaud and Foch.

Qin Zhiyuan asked himself, when personal interests conflict with national interests, Qin Zhiyuan will choose to safeguard national interests. It is up to oneself to recommend others. For people like Foch and Old Reynaud, when their personal interests conflict with national interests, they may also choose national interests.

These two people are different from Julie. For Julie, Qin Zhiyuan is everything to him. For these two people, Qin Zhiyuan is just a part of them.

No, neither would old Renault.

Not to mention the relationship with the Knights Templar, old Reno's own character would not put national interests more important than personal interests. Otherwise, during World War II more than 20 years later, the old Renault would not have chosen to cooperate with the Nazis because he wanted to keep his factory.

With such random thoughts, Qin Zhiyuan calmed down and walked into the Big Weaver Restaurant amid the greetings of the doorman.

Different from the indifference shown outside, Qin Zhiyuan felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face as soon as he entered the door, which actually made Qin Zhiyuan feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that the situation in Paris is pretty good, at least they have no shortage of fuel.

Thinking of the vast forest of Boulogne, Qin Zhiyuan secretly scolded himself for eating instant noodles and worrying about the emperor, and entered the back hall of the Great Weaver under the guidance of the waiter.

Before he entered, Qin Zhiyuan heard the "buzzing" sound of the crowd. When he opened the door, noisy arguments, discussions, and even curses poured out like a flood.

Qin Zhiyuan never thought that there was such a large space in the Big Weaver Restaurant.

The back hall was about two to three hundred square meters in size, divided into many spaces by magnificent sofas and dazzling wine racks. Qin Zhiyuan looked over and saw that there were dozens of people.

Dozens of "gentlemen" who look oily and potbellied. At this time, most of them had a bad image, with red faces and foaming at the mouth. Some even pulled off their tie, unbuttoned their shirts, and argued fiercely with others with their chests exposed.

It's really "gentle and clean"!

Qin Zhiyuan said this unexpectedly in his mind.

When they saw Qin Zhiyuan coming in, almost everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the door and stopped arguing in an instant. This made the voice of a fat man with his back to the door particularly clear: "You bitch..."

This damn thing is just swearing.

Qin Zhiyuan, dressed in military uniform, with the gunpowder smoke still lingering, and covered with wind and frost, is definitely a different kind of person when he appears here.

When everyone was sizing up Qin Zhiyuan, Qin Zhiyuan was also sizing up everyone, with eyes that had restrained all aggression and were firm and peaceful.

Unfortunately, I don’t know any of them.

"God bless, Qin, you are finally here!" Old Renault hurriedly came over, with surprise and relief in his eyes.

"Louis, are you okay?" Qin Zhiyuan opened his arms to old Renault.

"Thank you, I'm fine!" Old Renault hugged Qin Zhiyuan and slapped Qin Zhiyuan's shoulders vigorously several times. With the help of the hug, Old Renault whispered: "Congratulations, Your Excellency, Grand Commander."

"Thank you, Louis, I will keep your friendship in mind." Qin Zhiyuan returned the favor.

Through communication with Auerbach, Qin Zhiyuan fully understood the details of Old Renault and the role that Old Renault played in Qin Zhiyuan becoming the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, which Qin Zhiyuan was very grateful for.

It is necessary to thank Old Renault in person and let Old Renault understand Qin Zhiyuan's gratitude.

"Let's talk in detail tomorrow, come with me now, someone is waiting for you." Old Renault smiled, without any more courtesy, turned and walked to the small hall next to him, signaling to everyone in the hall as he walked: "Okay, everyone can continue."

"Son of a bitch, listen to me first..." Fatty's voice was particularly clear.

Like a ignited powder keg, noisy arguments, discussions, and even yells erupted again, a bit more intense than before.

"Speak less and listen more, don't hold anything back." When he walked to the small hall door, old Renault put his hand on the gold-plated door handle and couldn't help but turn around and tell him.

Qin Zhiyuan did not answer, but nodded slowly.

Compared with the lively hall, the small hall is relatively quiet and there are far fewer people.

But this made Qin Zhiyuan even more vigilant.

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Including Qin Zhiyuan, there were only five people in the small hall.

Foch was present, but not at the center.

Sitting on the main seat was a short, fat little old man with white beard and hair and a Mediterranean hairstyle. The beard on his lips was very distinctive. Unlike ordinary people, whose beards went to both sides, his roots were white and neat. It droops so much that it covers the mouth. This makes his beard look a bit funny. If Qin Zhiyuan describes it, it is like a prop on the Peking Opera stage. If you blow on it, it might float.

This short, fat little old man was sitting in the middle of a three-person couch, with no one sitting on either side. He had his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, just hugging his round belly. When Qin Zhiyuan came in, he saw Qin Zhiyuan's method is to rotate his upper body along with his neck, showing extremely strong aggression and desire for control.

Tiger and tiger make wind!

This is the first impression that this short and fat old man left on Qin Zhiyuan.

Tiger!

Almost in an instant, Qin Zhiyuan finally remembered who this short and fat old man was. He was the famous "tiger" Clemenceau.

In French politics, Clemenceau is definitely a legend. He is a politician, journalist, and Prime Minister of the Third French Republic. His political career lasted for more than half a century and was closely linked to many major political events in France. In the First World War, Clemenceau led France to win the final victory as the Prime Minister of France, and made important contributions in the signing of the Treaty of Versailles. He was called the "Father of Victory" by Europeans at that time.

Clemenceau also has a paralyzed face. Please forgive me for repeatedly using this adjective to describe people in high positions. In fact, they are unwilling to easily reveal their inner feelings, because facial expressions can express inner emotions, so these people almost all have a paralyzed face.

Compared with other paralyzed faces, Clemenceau's condition is not serious. He looked at Qin Zhiyuan with an aggressive and unscrupulous look, as if he wanted to strip Qin Zhiyuan naked and study him carefully with a magnifying glass.

It is very rude to look at people with such eyes, which will cause strong discomfort to others.

Fortunately, Qin Zhiyuan had received training in this area when he became an agent. Therefore, Qin Zhiyuan nodded to everyone in the small hall, and then took off his windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack behind the door as if nothing had happened.

It was as relaxed as returning to his own home.