Madame Fabel was the classified editor of the newspaper's archives, responsible for collecting, classifying, and summarizing all kinds of newspapers throughout Europe, and Geng Chaozhong quickly obtained the copy of the Berliner Zeitung that Mr. Fillow needed, and brought him back to Mr. Fillow's office.

"Sir, the Berliner Times you want." Geng Chaozhong respectfully handed over the newspaper.

"Well," Mr. Filo took the newspaper and glanced down, and at this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang, and Mr. Filo looked at Geng Chaozhong and said in a low voice, "Pick up." ”

Geng Chaozhong picked up the phone: "Hello, Le Figaro Times." ”

"I'm looking for Fillo as an associate editor, and I have a message for him." A hurried male voice came from the microphone.

"Please give your name." Geng Chaozhong paid attention to Mr. Fillo's reaction.

"Gary Gustavo." A voice came from the microphone.

"Wait a minute," Geng Chaozhong said, covering the microphone and looking at Mr. Fillo, "a man named Gary Gustavo wants to provide you with a message." ”

Mr. Fillow nodded and took the phone.

"Gary, is the weather okay in Berlin?" Mr. Fillow had a smile on his face.

"Dark clouds, rare rainstorms," the voice from the microphone involves, "I heard from a friend that there seems to be a law against the Jews coming out lately, and several members of Congress are going around asking for help. ”

"Huh?" Mr. Fillo's eyes lit up suddenly, and he glanced up at Geng Chaozhong, "What is it about?" ”

"The situation is unknown, but it shouldn't be a good thing." said in the microphone.

"Thank you, please take your heart, the allowance for May will be coming soon." Mr. Fillow put down the microphone.

Geng Chaozhong lowered his head and sorted out the papers on the table, as if the voice in the microphone was deaf, but he knew that Mr. Fillow must be watching him.

"Geng, I haven't asked about your relationship with Lady Lolita." Mr. Fillow finally spoke.

"Oh," Geng Chaozhong looked up blankly, "I just asked a friend to look for a job, and in fact, I don't know who Lady Lolita is." ”

"Madame Lolita is the widow of a former congressman, Mr. Florentino," Fillo's eyes filled with an ambiguous glint, "and she never recommended people who didn't matter. ”

"I'm sorry my friend didn't tell me about it." Geng Chaozhong shrugged.

"Whatever," said Mr. Fillo, smiling, "Madame Lolita is one of the majority shareholders of our newspaper Figaro, and we will not refuse her request, but I wonder how do you know that the Germans will make a brand new law against the Jews?" ”

"Oh, that call?" Geng Chaozhong had a suddenly realized expression.

"Yes," said Mr. Fillo, nodding affirmatively, "there are only a handful of institutions from Germany to France that are better informed than we at Le Figaro, Geng, tell me the purpose of your visit to our newspaper." ”

"No, no, no, you think about it, I did come to this conclusion based on my own judgment." Geng Chaozhong's face was serious.

"Hahaha, Geng, if it weren't for your identity, I would even have to suspect that you are a prophet from an ancient country in the East, then, can I ask you your identity in China?" Mr. Fillow burst out laughing.

"I'm also a journalist, in Shanghai, but you know, even if I get news from Shanghai, it will never get news faster than you get news from Berlin." Geng Chaozhong helplessly spread his hands.

"Well, I'll assume that you're one of the people who has seen God's crystal ball once in a while," Mr. Fillo smiled slightly, "and if nothing else, you can go." ”

"Let's go?" Geng Chaozhong was slightly stunned, and from Fillo's sudden use of the honorifics, he smelled a strange smell.

"Yes, it may be that the job of assistant is a bit overkill for you," said Mr. Fillo, bowing as he stood up and held out his hand, "you should be able to find a more suitable career." ”

"This ......." Geng Chaozhong suddenly felt a little helpless.

"There are some things that shouldn't need to be broken!" The corners of Mr. Fillow's mouth sneered.

"Mr. Fillo, I can go, but I must point out that your judgment of me is a little too hasty," Geng Chaozhong understood that Mr. Fillow had already regarded him as a commercial spy who had infiltrated here from another newspaper, "If I had bad intentions, I would never have exposed my purpose so quickly and done such a stupid thing." ”

"Look, you've thought of all the consequences," said Mr. Fillo, as he walked to the door of his office and pulled it open, "though, as a gentleman, I am willing to reserve the last of my dignity for you." ”

"Okay!" Geng Chaozhong sighed helplessly, lifted the briefcase on the table, and walked out of the door, "Mr. Fillo, goodbye!" ”

"Goodbye!"

The door was slammed shut.

Geng Chaozhong shook his head and smiled bitterly, maybe sometimes, it's not a good thing to be too sharp........

Geng Chaozhong was suddenly a little confused, he carried a briefcase, aimlessly walking on Haussmann Street, the spire of Notre Dame Cathedral was shining in the distance, Geng Chaozhong hesitated slightly, and decided to visit this famous building.

"Hehe, our gentleman seems to be in some trouble." A voice came from beside him.

Turning around, a veiled lady stood behind her, and from her plump figure, Geng Chaozhong quickly judged her identity:

"Miss Bledsoe?"

"Yes," the voice under the tulle sneered, "please follow me." ”

Bledsoe took Geng Chaozhong to the corner of a café, and after ordering a cup of coffee each, Bledsoe lifted his veil and looked at Geng Chaozhong with his cat-like green eyes:

"Do you know why Swallow recommended you to approach Mr. Fillo?"

"Why?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Because he has good relations with many officials in the upper echelons of France, from him you can get a lot of information that we can't get from other sources. What's more, it's not easy to expose – we only need one person to get our hands on it, and we're the equivalent of mastering the entire intelligence community in France. Bledsoe replied.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, I could have done some preparation earlier." Geng Chaozhong was a little angry.

'Bledsoe is a very cautious man, we have approached him several times, but they have failed, which is why his assistant has been vacant. Bledsoe replied.

"It's better to be prepared than not to be prepared." Geng Chaozhong said a French proverb.

"No, we think that a modest presumptuous approach might be more likely to gain his trust," Bledsoe tipped the white glove from his fingertips, "but apparently failed again. ”

"Bledsoe, maybe you can do it yourself? ...... with your charm," Geng Chaozhong looked at Bledsoe with a smile.

"No, Swallow and I have both approached him at one time, but this Mr. Fillo doesn't seem to be interested in women, whether innocent maidens or ........ ........ like me So, maybe a man is the most powerful weapon against him. Bledsoe laughed.

"You want me to seduce him?" Geng Chaozhong suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

"Haha," Bledsoe smiled, "don't worry, in fact, we found a handsome man, but we still failed, and Mr. Fillow doesn't seem to like men either." ”

"Maybe he's just getting old and simply losing that ability." Geng Chaozhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Perhaps," Bledsoe said, spreading his hands, "we're at a loss right now, but since the Order trusts you so much, we're going to put this in your hands." ”

"So what should I do?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"It's simple, whatever means we take, just let him serve us, but be careful, it's better not to use violence, he's a well-known man in Paris." Bledsoe said seriously.