4 May, Paris, 8th arrondissement, Avenue La Boetie.

"Reifal, a stupid fellow, actually handed over Saar to the Germans like that! If he's in front of me right now, I'll shove my boots into his ass! ”

"Bastard, unforgivable!"

"Kill him!"

In a roadside tavern called the Bourbon Restaurant, veterans in shabby military uniforms are holding rum in their hands and loudly discussing the recent transfer of the Saarland to Germany.

In a corner next to him, Geng Chaozhong was holding a wine glass, silently listening to the discussion of these old retired soldiers - the Saarland district, a disputed place at the junction of Germany and France, has changed hands eight times between Germany and France for two hundred years, and it can be said that it is a thorn in the hearts of the people of the two countries.

Now, Adolf's Third Reich, once again taking the Saarland back to Germany, cannot but arouse the anger of the hardliners in France, who believe that the current Chancellor, Reifal, has completely insulted the prestige of Napoleon's homeland.

"Haha, Reifal is making a secret agreement with the Russians again, maybe those savage Orthodox slaves will become our good friends in the future!" There was another rough laugh in my ears.

Geng Chaozhong smiled slightly, stood up and was about to walk out - it had been two days since he came to Paris, and it was only recently that he found a suitable apartment nearby and rented it temporarily. The only concern was that the apartment was close to the territory of a group of French veterans, so he had always been careful not to anger the irritable and unruly Frenchmen.

"Stop!"

Geng Chaozhong was about to step out of the tavern when he stopped, a Frenchman with a rum came over and looked at Geng Chaozhong with suspicion: "You, can't you be a spy sent by the Germans?!" ”

"No, I'm a traitor sent by the Chinese," Geng Chaozhong turned his head helplessly, "because we want to annex the weakened France, so the Chinese emperor sent me here." ”

"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, and everyone looked at the dark-haired young man with pleasant eyes.

"You're a humorous guy, but why have you been drinking alone lately, and why, isn't it the girls on the streets of Paris who don't satisfy you?" The Frenchman with the rum in front of him stretched out his hand, he had gray-brown hair, he was thin but not lacking in strength, he looked at Geng Chaozhong with blue eyes, and then said, "My name is Brownie." ”

"No, it's me who can't satisfy them," Geng Chaozhong gently stretched out his hand and patted the Frenchman, "My name is Tu-Geng." ”

"Oh, Geng, come on, come and talk to everyone about what you have seen and heard in the East." Brownie gestured to a few of his comrades in a circle next to him.

"Come on, young man, I'm curious why you're here in Paris!" A middle-aged man with a blue chin shaved by a razor at the bar also spoke.

"Okay, but my French vocabulary is really limited, even though I've been working on it for months." Geng Chaozhong shrugged, but still walked into the crowd.

"It's okay." The middle-aged man smiled heartily, it seemed that he was the leader of this group, Geng Chaozhong had heard others call him by his name, as if it was Schroeder.

"By the way, young man, I heard that in the far East, you seem to have some friction with the Japanese?" Schroeder asked, touching his chin.

"I'm afraid it's more than friction," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "because there is already a place the size of France that has been snatched by the Japanese." ”

"Oh!" The crowd exclaimed in unison.

"Not counting North Africa, of course, I mean France on the European continent." Geng Chaozhong explained.

At this time, France also had a large number of colonies in Africa, and in terms of area, it was not too small.

"That's a big deal," Schroeder said, "and you must be in pain!" ”

"Yes, it's painful, but we can't do it," Geng Chaozhong's face showed frustration, "The Japanese are too strong, and we Chinese may suffer a hundred times more than you lost the Saar region." ”

"Understandable," Schroeder nodded sympathetically, and most of the French veterans around him also cast sympathetic glances, "So, Geng, is this why you came to France?" ”

"Oh, that's not it," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "I came to France because I admired the great French culture, and I wondered if I could draw some strength from Napoleon." ”

"Really?" Schroeder looked at Geng Chaozhong with a smile, "You know, I've been to Vietnam." ”

"Well, I confess," Geng Chaozhong shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "I came to France to earn a little franc to subsidize my increasingly barren wallet. Of course, it would be better if I could find a widow who was willing to have some romantic relations with me. ”

There was another burst of laughter in the tavern, and everyone had a good impression of this black-haired Chinese.

"Geng, you're an interesting fellow, I think you can come here more often in the future," Schroeder held out his hand, "If there's anything difficult, maybe I'll help you." ”

"Thank you, dear Mr. Schröder, but I have to go, there is a show at the Mahlersel Theater, and I must be there by half past three in the afternoon."

"Oh, I think I've heard of some, so goodbye!" Schroeder waved his hand.

After Geng Chaozhong shook hands with the remaining veterans one by one, he left the Bourbon restaurant, and it was too simple for him to gain the favor of these veterans.

However, Geng Chaozhong did not lie, he did want to go to the theater to watch a performance, because, in the Malcere Grand Theater, there was a performance that Geng Chaozhong had to go to.

Half an hour later, Geng Chaozhong appeared at the door of the Grand Théâtre de la Marlesse, which was already crowded with audiences, and there were a lot of oriental faces, it seemed that all Asians in Paris had come here, and they whispered in the dialect from their hometown from time to time.

On the stage, the curtain slowly opened, and an announcer with an oriental face walked up to the microphone and began to announce the curtain:

"Next, welcome the princess from the Far East, the movie queen of Shanghai Tang, and the much-loved Ms. Hu Die!"

A graceful lady wearing a high-forked cheongsam walked up, she walked to the microphone with picturesque eyebrows and a smile, bowed to all the audience, and the audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.

That's right, it's Hu Die, and it's also the goddess in the mind, starting in February 35, Hu Die was selected as the only actor representative to hold the Moscow International Film Festival in the Soviet Union, and then left Moscow on April 15, changed trains through Poland, and then visited European countries respectively, and Paris was the second stop after Hu Die's visit to Berlin.

Geng Chaozhong quietly enjoyed the performance, waiting for the opportunity to meet the butterfly.