The next day, Andrei woke up from the crook of a green-eyed girl's arm. It took him a full ten minutes to remember, the girl seemed to be called Anna, or Lina? So André thought about it for another five minutes before he spoke, "Anna......"

"Anna sleeps next door!" The girl's face sank.

"Ah...... I'm sorry...... I...... I'm really ......" Andre suddenly became confused. André, of course, knew the identity of the girl, perhaps named Lina, and didn't have any foolish ideas or anything. However, after exercising with other people all night, the next morning, I called the wrong person's name as soon as I opened my mouth, which is really a bit ......

When the girl saw Andre's appearance, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand and purse her lips and laugh. The movement caused the thin blanket she had draped over her shoulders to slip off a corner, and her smooth shoulders were exposed, reflecting a soft glow in the morning light, but the girl did not notice it at all.

"Andrei, I'm kidding you." The girl said, "I'm Anna, and I'm Lina next door." ”

"Ah," André tapped lightly on his head, "I drank a little too much last night...... My companion ......"

"You mean Mr. Petriev? He's afraid it won't take him a while to get out of bed. The girl, probably named Anna, replied, "Why, are you going to get up?" ”

"yes, what time is it?"

The girl pointed to the other side: "The bell is there, see for yourself." ”

Andrei didn't know where the bell was, to be honest, he was so drunk last night that he didn't know how he got into this room, and after he came in, he was busy exercising, so he would notice these furnishings that had nothing to do with sports?

André turned his head to look that way, and there was a grandfather clock, and the hour hand was already pointing to nine o'clock.

"Ahh Andrei bounced off the bed like an electric shock, "Damn, it's already nine o'clock!" There must be no seats left. ”

"Andrey, what seat, are you in a hurry?" The girl frowned slightly, as if she was a little blaming Andre for not understanding the amorous style.

"Ah, a seat in the library, after lunch, I definitely can't grab it!" Andrei jumped to his feet, grabbed the clothes that had been thrown on the ground the previous night, and hurriedly put them on.

"I'll help you." The girl also got up, and while helping Andre get dressed, she smiled, "You must be learning mechanics or something, right?" ”

"Ah, how do you know?"

"Only those who study these things will think of grabbing a seat in the library at this time, and those who study art like Mr. Petriulf and others do not have to think about these things at all." The girl said.

"Do you know a mechanic student?"

"Meet a few. Just like you, when you wake up in the morning, your first reaction is to ask for the time. The girl laughed.

Andrei got dressed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's time for me to go, well, is Anatole next door?" ”

"It should be. If he hadn't changed rooms last night. ”

Andre nodded, turned around and hugged the girl gently, then opened the door and went out, walked to the door next door, and was about to knock on the door, but heard a faint sound of frolic from inside. André lowered his raised hand.

After a while, the voices inside did not stop at all.

Andrei stood a little embarrassed at the door for a while, then turned around and walked back, and said to "Anna": "Anna, my friend came out in a while, and you tell him for me, just say that I will go back first." ”

"Okay, but I can assure you that he won't come out until lunch."

Andrei nodded, and was about to leave, he looked around, but he didn't know where to go.

"I'll send you out, Andre." "Anna" came and took his hand.

André left the Moulin Rouge and went out into the street, which was already half past nine in the morning and almost ten o'clock in the morning, but the streets in this area were as quiet as midnight. There was almost no one on the street except for a few policemen patrolling on horseback – a place where day and night were reversed.

André walked to the station himself, where there were only a few empty cars parked there now, and the horses were not on board. It looked like only a two-wheeled light carriage was still on horseback, and the coachman was standing on the side smoking a pipe.

André hurriedly stepped forward to explain that he was going back to the University of Paris. The driver offered a price that André wanted to refuse, and he resolutely refused to make a counteroffer.

"You won't be able to wait for a utility carriage until twelve o'clock." The coachman said.

So Andre could only let the coachman slaughter him, and chose to hurry back to grab a seat in the library after lunch.

At the same time, in the Moulin Rouge, Lucien had also woken up from the embrace of several pairs of smooth and soft arms, and he sat up on his oversized bed, several beautiful maidens, including the one who had led the singing and dancing on the stage of the Moulin Rouge last night.

A few girls helped Lucien get dressed and washed. Someone else pulled a rope with a brass bell attached to it.

After a while, someone came in with breakfast. Lucien sat down at the table to eat, and several girls sat next to her, taking turns feeding Lucien.

After eating, Emma, Lucien's female secretary, walked in with a briefcase, and the girls all consciously withdrew. After they had withdrawn, Emma took a report from her briefcase and handed it to him.

In addition to being a money-making gold cave, the Moulin Rouge is also a very important intelligence station for the Ministry of Truth. Most of the girls here are also working for the Truth Ministry's investigative department, and in every room here there are brass pipes hidden in the beds, sofas, and other places that are used for eavesdropping, and at all times, there are eavesdropping ears behind these brass pipes.

Lucien glanced at it slightly, mainly related to the small group of foreign students, basically nothing new, nothing new, nothing more than that after these guys drank too much, they all began to complain about their own country, and then one by one they wanted to move the French one by one to take a whole set of things back to their country, and to make a full legalization. In addition, there are all kinds of reliable and unreliable gossip mentioned by those people in the conversation, and the court is secret. Some of these things do have the value of verifying.

After reading it, Lucien handed the document to Emma to reassemble it, and then handed it to the people of the Intelligence Investigation Department to analyze and archive.

Honestly, there are very few people who would actually talk about those conspiracies at the Moulin Rouge, and spies from all countries know that the Moulin Rouge could be an important stronghold for the Ministry of Truth. But from the Moulin Rouge, you can still get a lot of economic information, and with this information, and then confirm the actions of governments on the surface, a lot of secrets are no longer secrets.

In addition, students from Austria, Russia, and even England are generally dissatisfied with the state of their country. They generally attribute France's success, and their relative failures, to the fact that their system is somewhat different from that of France.

"Also, let's try to get in touch with these organizations, of course, in other civilian capacities." Lucien continued.

The so-called "civil identity" refers to a series of "non-governmental organizations" under the control of the Ministry of Truth. Over the past year or so, various "non-governmental organizations" have emerged on the basis of freedom of association. Most of these organizations claim that they are also non-profit organizations that they founded only to make this world a better place.

The first such organizations were academic, such as "Doctors Without Borders", and then various high-level political and economic organizations began to appear, such as the "World Alliance Against Torture", the "Free Trade Promotion Association", the "Fitch Credit Rating", the "World Alliance Against Hunger", and the "Human Rights Promotion Association...... Then there are various cultural organizations, such as the "Freelance Writers' Association" and the like.

These organizations are theoretically unrelated to the government, do not even belong to any country, and are "non-profit" (their operating funds mainly come from donations from social elites.) As a result, they appear to be exceptionally neutral and reliable, but in fact, the largest donors to these "non-profit" institutions have always been obscure affiliates of the Ministry of Truth.

Soon the people of the "Union for Democracy and Freedom" found the newly established Russian "National Salvation Society".