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After talking with Qin Zhiyuan, that night, the two French soldiers involved in the incident were handed over to Thomson, the sheriff of Kapi.

In this matter, Qin Zhiyuan did not have jurisdiction, so it was impossible for Nivel to hand over people to Qin Zhiyuan. handed over to Thomson, Niveler could be regarded as an indirect admission of defeat, which was equivalent to forming a feud with Qin Zhiyuan.

If it were possible, Nivelle would never have done so.

In just three days, Nivel tried through different means, but there was still nothing to do. Niveller's influence is currently confined to the military, and his influence in the privately run press and publishing industry is negligible.

What is the most important thing for a businessman?

Benefit!

Hyping up the scandal in the Verdun area can increase newspaper sales and win the favor of the boss, and at the same time, Qin Zhiyuan has the benefits to give, and the reporters have no reason to refuse. Niveler also tried to buy reporters with money, but it didn't work, Qin Zhiyuan's military rank is not as good as Niveler, if he wants to be rich, Qin Zhiyuan can throw Niweiler ten streets.

Qin Zhiyuan grabbed a gem casually, and he could fight Nivelle for most of his life.

With the blessings of the reporters and the respect of Thomson and Andre, Qin Zhiyuan led the team back to Kapi.

Since then, Qin Zhiyuan's nickname has been added: "Kapi's Patron Saint".

The day after returning to Capy, Foch summoned him.

Perhaps Qin Zhiyuan's performance has won Foch's approval, and Qin Zhiyuan actually sat on a chair in Foch's office this time, which really flattered Qin Zhiyuan.

"You're doing a good job." Foch was not sparing in praise.

"Thank you, it's because you've got your back." Qin Zhiyuan gave praise.

Without Foch, it wouldn't have been so easy. Although Foch did not speak, no one dared to ignore him.

"Don't be modest, I've been Pierre's backing for decades, and he's just a colonel." Foch sighed.

"Pierre is a good guy, he's very promising." Qin Zhiyuan patted his uncle's fart.

"I don't need to say that, I know he's good, but it's just good." Foch sighed.

There is still a big gap between good and excellent, and Foch does not hide this. However, "good or excellent" is not clear which is better, just good, although the achievement will not be too high, but it will not become the target of public criticism. If the performance is good, maybe Foch will not protect Pierre for the rest of his life, maybe one of them will be careless that day, if not to lie down like Petain, and like Nivelle, he will be shot in the knee like Nivelle.

Of course, if Pierre is lucky enough to build on Foch, it is not "excellent", it needs to be "excellent".

"Actually, I think it's good, it's not bad to live a peaceful life, it's not Pierre who you should be worried about now, it's about yourself." Qin Zhiyuan teased.

"What do I need to worry about? The current situation is not suitable for an offensive, there will be no war until March next year, and I can take a vacation now. "Foch is not fooled.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to rest, if you don't advance against the current, you will retreat, even if you don't want to fight, someone will force you to fight." Qin Zhiyuan understands the cruelty of the power struggle, and although Foch will not be imprisoned even if he is not the commander-in-chief, Qin Zhiyuan still hopes that he can be more helpful.

"You're going to help Daddy, aren't you?" Ms. Julie, an active-duty soldier, has the qualification to audit, holding Qin Zhiyuan's hand with affection.

"Uh-huh, can you not show affection in front of me?" Foch is very unhappy, even if he knows that things are irreversible, Foch still can't see his heart and soul being intimate with others.

"Daddy......" Julie's tactful and melodious protest is really heartwarming and touching.

"Of course, I will." Qin Zhiyuan is firm.

Julie smiled, and it was all in plain sight.

"So, what do you think I should do?" Foch really regarded Qin Zhiyuan as his own person and asked Qin Zhiyuan's opinion.

"Now that Xia Fei is about to leave his post, there is no doubt that you should act now, whether you want to take the position of commander-in-chief or not, you should show your attitude. It is not Raymond (President of France) or Briand (Prime Minister of France) who has a say in the position of Commander-in-Chief, but the British. Qin Zhiyuan carefully analyzed.

France has mobilized all its war potential, Britain still has spare strength, the British are becoming more and more important on the battlefield on the Western Front, and the British have enough say in the position of commander-in-chief of the French army on the Western Front. If the choice of commander-in-chief had not been approved by the British, then the British commander, General Haig, would have only needed one sentence of "difficult to coordinate" to bring disaster to France.

The Western Front was so close to Paris that after the Germans broke through Verdun, they only needed one foot of the accelerator to drive the car directly under the city of Paris.

"British? They do matter. But in this matter, the British will not play any role, this is the territory of the French, there is nothing to do with the British. Foch acknowledges the importance of the British, but does not fully appreciate this.

"Don't think so, if you do, you might as well throw in the towel now." Qin Zhiyuan emphasized.

"Throw in the towel? Don't even think about it! I'm not going to throw in the towel until I kill all the Germans. "Foch doesn't accept old age.

Foch was the one who hated the Germans the most in all of France, and after the end of World War I, Foch advocated the dismemberment of Germany, not giving them any chance to make a comeback, and at the same time achieving French continental hegemony. In the face of protests from the Americans and the British, Tiger Clemenceau, then Prime Minister of France, abandoned his demand for the dismemberment of Germany, leaving the Germans with a respite. For this reason, Foch scolded Clemenceau, known as the "father of victory", and scolded his compromise as a betrayal and a surrender.

For this reason, Foch referred to the Treaty of Versailles at the Paris Peace Conference as the "Twenty-Year Armistice", and unfortunately Foch was right.

"Not for you to throw in the towel to the Germans, but to throw in the towel to Neville or Petain." Qin Zhiyuan added oil and vinegar.

"Nivelle? The butcher? Don't even think about it! Petain is even more unlikely, he is a soft egg, and I would rather retire than surrender to them. Foch thundered.

At the beginning of World War II, Petain, then French Chancellor, surrendered to the Germans and established a Vichy government to serve the Germans. After the war, Petain was sentenced to death by the Allies, which was later commuted to life imprisonment.

"Okay, okay, you can retire, so what do we do? What about your subordinates? What about your allies? Qin Zhiyuan moved out of Nivelle's set and used the interests of the majority to persuade Foch.

"......" Foch glared at Qin Zhiyuan.

"......" Qin Zhiyuan was speechless.

"So what do you say to do?" Foch relented.

"Go to Paris, or go to Bordeaux, go for an event, get in touch with the British, and I can provide financial support if needed." What Qin Zhiyuan can take out his hand of, in addition to wisdom, is money.

That's enough!