Two telegrams?

Qin Lang didn't understand why Rachel and Yi Shui would send two telegrams in a row within twenty-four hours, and it was very likely that they were sent on the same day. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info although it is possible that one of the telegrams came from someone else, but ......

He reached out and picked up the first telegram.

"What did you say above?" O'Connor asked.

"Rachel has asked to send two brigades to the Far East at once," Qin Lang looked at it seriously and replied at the same time, "She signed an employment contract with the French colonial authorities in Vietnam. ”

"What does the French want to do?"

"There is nothing about this on telegram." No one would indicate the redundant content on the telegram, which would make the cost very expensive, but Qin Lang knew the purpose of the French.

He put down the telegram and shrugged his shoulders. "I think, however, that the French intend to use our mercenaries to suppress the rebels in Vietnam."

Two days ago, Guangzhou Bay.

"It's terrible." Rachel looked at the pile of reports, telegrams, letters, and documents in his hand, and a look of frustration on his face, "All building materials, whether cement, rebar, or whatever, are in short supply. ”

Yi Shui nodded. "There is nothing but workers."

"There weren't enough construction workers, and the locals we hired had no experience in building reinforced concrete buildings...... No, easy water, in fact only a small number of them have ever worked in the construction industry, the rest are ordinary farmers and fishermen. Rachel shook his head.

"But workers are always easier to solve than the problem of building materials." Yi Shui cautiously emphasized.

"That's true." After hesitating for a moment, she reluctantly admitted it, and then began to get angry. "Hell, those goddamn building material suppliers, they're going to increase the price of everything."

Rachel flails her clenched fists in anger, but that's the only thing she can do. The current predicament is not the fault of the building materials vendors: the U.S. Navy is working hard to build its naval bases, improvised municipalities are busy building infrastructure, roads and sewers, and consortia are building dock facilities and office buildings on their own land, and the demand for building materials is enormous.

Until the construction of the port is almost complete, the problem is almost impossible to solve, and even if the construction materials are purchased directly in the United States and shipped to Guangzhou Bay, it will not be easy to get them ashore.

"It looks like we're going to have to delay the project for a long time." Rachel sighed. "It's terrible."

Umbrella's mercenaries needed barracks and docks, United Textile Technology needed factories and warehouses, and possibly some other ancillary facilities, and she's here to oversee their construction, but it doesn't seem to make sense at all.

"I don't like that." She said.

"No one likes the current situation, but no one can fix it." Yi Shui comforted, although he knew that it wouldn't have much effect, "Just like Qin Lang likes to say, be patient, Rachel." ”

She looked up at him, as if to say something, but at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Rachel called.

A Secret Service guard walked into the room and reported, "There is a man who calls himself Olivier. Mr. Captain Martial has asked to see you, Miss McBride, Mr. Yi. He said he had business to talk to you about. ”

"Business?" Rachel and Yi Shui glanced at each other, and they could see the strangeness in each other's eyes: in Guangzhou Bay, how could a captain suddenly come to talk to them about business? And among the American soldiers in the concession, there is no one named Olivier...... Wait a minute.

Rachel thought for a moment and asked, "This Captain Martial, which country is he a soldier of?" ”

"France."

She understood immediately. "French colonial troops in Vietnam."

"But what business does a French captain have to talk to us, Rachel?" Yi Shui still doesn't understand. "Procurement of weapons for a private war?"

"No, I think he intends to hire our mercenaries to suppress the Vietnamese resistance."

"I remember that there were no large-scale armed anti-French activities in Vietnam for a long time, only some small-scale sabotage was left, and in the Yen Se area...... "Now, he also thought about it, but felt incredible." Do you think the French intend to hire our soldiers against the Yellow Flower Scouts? ”

It was the first name he thought of, and the only one that came to mind - Yi Shui knew Huang Huatan, and Rachel knew it. This Vietnamese may not be the most powerful rebel leader, but he is undoubtedly one of the most famous: in 1894, he forced the French to sign an armistice with him, recognizing his control over Nam Nam, Mushan, An Die, and Hou Sang, and withdrawing his troops from the Yen Se region.

Of course, this is not the whole problem, but the more important point is that last November, the French colonial authorities in Vietnam tore up the armistice agreement with Hoang Hua Tan, re-sent troops into the Yen Se area and determined to eliminate him completely, but this purge has not yet ended, and it is reported that the French are exhausted again and may sign an armistice with him for the second time.

Even if the Yellow Flower Scout did not want to become famous, it was completely impossible in the current situation - especially among arms dealers and war brokers. As soon as war-related issues are involved, their ears and sense of smell become exceptionally sensitive.

And Rachel and Yi Shui happen to be Death Traders, so they know what is going on in Vietnam.

"You guessed it." She smiled.

"But how could it be!" He still couldn't believe it.

"Why is it impossible, Yi Shui?" She squeezed a sneer into her lips, "We all know that the French have failed once, and this time they are clearly on the verge of defeat again. For the sake of France's honor, they had to resort to unconventional methods to make amends. ”

"No, I mean, the French don't need to hire American mercenaries to settle this matter at all." Yi Shui said, "Although Huang Huatan did a great job, he behaved more like an armed bandit than a rebel, and his troops were limited." As long as the French government brought in regular troops from Europe, he would—"

Rachel interrupted him. "The problem is that the cost of sending regular troops from the mainland to Vietnam is too great for the French parliament to approve. And for the sake of their own face, Vietnam's colonial authorities also preferred to solve the problem themselves rather than ask for domestic assistance. ”

Yi Shui thought about it carefully, her words may have some truth, but it led to another question. "If you guessed correctly, do the French have enough money to pay us?"

"It was only after meeting Captain Martial that the problem could be resolved." "Of course, one thing is for sure, we don't take francs. ”

"Well, maybe the French won't be able to pay, Rachel." Yi Shui sighed. Then, together, the two of them walked out the door.

In the living room, French Army Captain Olivier. Anthony Martial is patiently waiting for his two masters. Although he did not like his task at all - from a personal point of view, the captain was opposed to the hiring of American mercenaries to deal with the Vietnamese problem, and he was convinced that French affairs should be left to France itself - but out of politeness and Parisian pride, he felt the need to behave better than to let the American hillbillies see the joke.

But his performance had only the opposite effect.

Of course, one thing is certain, Captain Martial's attire was impeccable: neatly combed hair and beard, extremely well-groomed cylindrical cap, clean and beautiful military uniform and shiny, spotless leather boots, the captain perfectly fitted the image of a French soldier in people's minds, and with that unnatural arrogance, yes, a perfect Gallic rooster.

To the mercenaries and guards, whether he was American or Chinese, a proud Gallic rooster was obviously a very rare creature - so every mercenary who saw Captain Martial laughed to himself, and at the same time a little disgusted.

Of course, no one likes to see an arrogant person, especially those who inadvertently reveal such emotions.

Even Rachel and Yi Shui are the same.

"It's clear that our Captain Martial thinks of himself as a general." "It is said that every French soldier thinks he is a general, and this seems to be true," she commented sarcastically. Unfortunately, Napoleon's time has long passed. ”

"So, what are you going to do?"

"A customer, what do you think I'd do, Yishui?" She laughed and strode into the living room, with Yi Shui following closely.

Seeing them come in, Martial immediately stood up. Of course, he still hadn't straightened his uniform before walking towards them, and he had raised his chin as he walked, which made Rachel frown imperceptibly - but the captain hadn't paid any attention, so he proceeded as he had planned.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Miss McBride." He first saluted Yi Shui, then took Rachel's hand and gave an extremely standardized kiss salute, and finally said, "I'm Olivier of the French Army. Captain Martial, on behalf of the Federal Government of French Indochina, has come to negotiate a business with you. ”

He spoke French, and there was no translation, but that didn't matter, because Rachel and Yi Shui were both French. "Welcome, Captain." She smiled falsely, "I want to know, what business do you want to talk to us?" You know, our company has a variety of businesses. ”

"The federal government of Indochina only needs one of them, mercenaries." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )