Let us be calm and meet our own time.

- Shakespeare, Cymbeline

On April 31, 1935, a passenger liner departing from the Romanian port of Galati docked at the port of San Stienne. As the largest port in Marseille, the port of Saint-Stien receives thousands of visitors from all over Europe every day, especially in the last two years, especially in order to escape the increasingly difficult situation at home, and the number of tourists who have switched to France from Spain and Italy to Romania has been particularly large.

Under the skilful command of the pilot, the ship named "Lord of Wesfano" successfully placed the boarding board between the passenger ship and the dock, and as two or three sailors jumped onto the dock, more guests descended the trembling board, most of them with brown or gray-blue eyes, and their skin was even darker than that of the Maasai who were blown reddish-brown by the sea breeze - these were probably Spaniards from Catalonia.

But among these people, there is a very special appearance of a young man - his pupils are darker black, and the bridge of his nose is not as tall as the others, but the most striking thing is the meticulously combed black hair, which is more shiny than the black hair of some French, combined with the young man's calm expression and the extremely well-fitting tuxedo, which soon attracted the attention of several well-meaning people by the dock.

They are regulars in the port of Marseille – porters, hotel agents, and some of the dusty ladies who are involved in the leather and meat business, and of course, if they run into some stupid guys, these porters and agents don't mind changing careers on the fly, and occasionally committing some robbery and fraud.

"Broiler?" A few tall and sturdy "porters" began to whisper - Asian faces in Marseille are very rare, and this kind of timid Asian is really a rare "customer".

"Japanese?" A blonde with bangs in front and a few freckles on her face stared at the Asian-faced passenger.

"He reminds me of Yu Lian, who also has long black hair." Another busty woman wandered the Asian figure with a reckless eye - she wore a pleated skirt with a very low placket, and her chest exaggerated white greasy, occasionally leaning in reminiscent of the rough waves of the Mediterranean.

"Yes, it's exotic." The bangs girl commented seriously.

"Get out of the way, you two nympho bitches!"

The two girls were violently pushed away, and a strong man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters squeezed from behind the two, rubbing his arm against the plump woman's chest, causing the girl to roll her eyes.

A lewd smile appeared at the corner of the strong man's mouth, and he walked straight towards the Asian, and he tried to squeeze out a smile on his face that he thought was kind, and greeted the Asian:

"Your Excellency, do you need to carry your luggage?"

"Oh, thank you for your kindness, I don't need it for the time being, I have very few things with me." The young man smiled and shook his head, not fluent in French, but barely understood.

"Oh, you can always come to me if you need it." The strong man showed a hint of disappointment on his face and stepped aside, but his eyes were still lingering on the young man, obviously not wanting to miss this "fat sheep".

The young man only smiled, took out a newspaper from the umbrella in his hand, revealed a few French letters of Le Figaro on the page, and stood in the corner of the pier and looked down—though few people noticed that the newspaper he was holding was reversed.

"Oh?" The blonde with bangs in front of the spot had her eyes lit up.

"Is that him?" The busty girl is a little hesitant.

"Let's take a look." The blonde walked over.

"Sir, your newspaper is reversed." The blonde walked up to the young man and smiled at the hint.

"Oh," the young man looked up and grinned, showing his white teeth, "I don't understand at all, just to cover my easily noticeable face." ”

"Can I understand it as a conceit about appearance?" The blonde smiled.

"If I had your looks, it would have been," the man spread his hands, "but I covered my face only to avoid unnecessary trouble, like the gentleman who was willing to carry my luggage for me." ”

Hearing the man call the strong man who was five big and three thick just now a "gentleman", the blonde couldn't help but smile and said in a low voice: "I am very honored by your compliment, then, would you like to invite me to a few drinks?" ”

"Yes," the man put down the newspaper and bowed to the blonde, "but I must explain to you that all the money I have on me will be used to replace this suit, and I am afraid that you will only be able to drink the cheapest whiskey." ”

"Oh," the blonde's blue eyes rolled around Geng Chaozhong's face a few times, and finally said tentatively, "Do you like Shakespeare?" ”

"Of course," the man's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the girl's blue, "the tree-lined path you yearn for is actually covered with white dew every morning and night. ”

"Come with me, then!" The blonde blinked, smiling with relief.

The two walked side by side and came to the busty woman, the blonde whispered a few words to the busty woman, and the three of them walked towards a small carriage in the distance.

Just as the three of them stepped into the carriage and walked away, the strong man of the "porter" just now also quickly followed, and at the same time gave the two men waiting on the side a look, and the three of them quickly got into a dilapidated "Renault" sedan next to them and quickly caught up.

"I really didn't expect to be welcomed by two such beautiful ladies, which is really the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered in Marseille."

The Asian man was Geng Chaozhong, who was sitting in the middle of the back carriage of the carriage and complimenting the two ladies in broken French, but the blonde looked a little shy at this time, while the lady with a plump body rubbed the man's arm with her full chest.

The three of them laughed for a while, but there was a sound of a car motor behind them, and then, a Renault sedan stopped sharply in front of the carriage, and the coachman pulled the reins suddenly, and before the three of them could react, they dropped the carriage and ran away.

"My dear little lamb," the porter just now stepped out of the car, followed by two men in gray vests with treacherous faces, the strong man had a malicious smile on his face, stared at Geng Chaozhong and said, "You shouldn't have rejected my kindness just now." ”

"Oh." Geng Chaozhong touched his nose thoughtfully.

The three men got closer and closer, and saw that they walked into a meter in front of Geng Chaozhong, Geng Chaozhong put down his hand to touch his nose, and was about to make a move, only to hear a "oops", the strong man had already squatted down with his crotch covered, and then, the other two men also screamed almost at the same time, and fell to the ground with a stream of urine.

Two girls got their hands dirty.......

They shot quickly and accurately, but in the blink of an eye, the three hooligans fell to the ground without the ability to resist, and the plump woman walked directly to the car driven by the three hooligans, signaling Geng Chaozhong to follow.

"You should give men a chance to perform." Geng Chaozhong sat in the back row and said helplessly.

"Stop your flamboyant tongue," the plump woman's otherwise prodigal face was so serious, "Welcome to the northern Cheka, Mr. 'Woodpecker'." ”