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The Élysée Palace, founded in 1718, was officially designated by decree of the French Third Republic in 1873 as the French presidential palace.

Qin Zhiyuan's car could only drive to the square in front of the Elysee Palace, and then walk into the presidential palace.

Raymond's secretary waited at the door, saw Qin Zhiyuan's arrival, and immediately led Qin Zhiyuan up to the second floor and came directly to Raymond Poincaré's office.

As a former royal palace, the interior of the Élysée Palace is richly decorated, with all the walls decorated with gilded wood, famous paintings and delicate handmade tapestries hanging on the walls, and gilded furniture from the 17th and 18th centuries on display, as well as precious works of art from various countries.

Raymond Poincaré's office was equally magnificent, and when the secretary pushed open the gilded wooden door that was more than two people high, Qin Zhiyuan felt that the French had piled up the gold of the entire country in the Élysée Palace.

No wonder the French can still fight, they really don't have any money, and they can sell it for a lot of money if they tear it down. Qin Zhiyuan maliciously speculated, and he had the urge to pick off some gold from the door and bite it with his teeth to see if it was pure or impure.

"Qin, hello, wait for me for a while." Raymond Poincaré greeted without raising his head.

Raymond Poincaré sat behind a huge desk and struggled to write, next to at least three or four secretaries holding thick papers waiting for him to sign.

Fortunately, not every page is signed, every time Raymond takes a document, he turns directly to the last page, and the name of Long Feifeng is finished. The French presidency is strictly a symbolic position, and government power is concentrated in the hands of the prime minister and parliament. The documents sent to the President have been resolved by the Prime Minister and the Parliament, and Raymond Poincaré, as President, only has the right to sign them, and he is not even interested in reading them.

What if you turn it over? Even if it is an opinion, it is not counted. The Prime Minister and Parliament need the signature of the President and do not require the opinion of the President.

This is the sorrow of the Western republic.

Soon, Raymond finished signing the last document and fell back in his chair with a sigh of relief.

"Oh, sorry, that's my job." Poengaré patted his head, remembering that there were still people in the office, so he got up and let Qin Zhiyuan sit down on the sofa.

There is also the advantage of a republic, at least when you don't have to kneel when you meet the head of state. You don't need to be cautious, just be generous.

"Originally, I wanted to wait until the evening for us to have a good talk, but unfortunately I can't wait until then, the world is unpredictable, isn't it?" Poincaré asked the secretary to bring coffee.

"I'm sorry about the Renault plant." Qin Zhiyuan said "I'm sorry" in his mouth, and his tone and expression were not apologetic at all.

"No, no, no, it's not your fault. It's not my fault, it's not even Colonel Marcus's. If you get to the bottom of it, it's all to blame for this damn war. "Poincaré had a huge head, and his beard was thicker than his hair, and when he shook his head, his hair swayed wildly.

Qin Zhiyuan smiled and didn't say much. Listen more and talk less, making it easier to communicate.

"You have a saying in China called 'eventful autumn', which is not accurate enough. Look at this winter, things are not less, and they are all tricky. "Poincaré is a little bit blessed. Compared to a person in his sixties, it is not serious.

"If it can work for you, please give the order directly." Qin Zhiyuan bowed and expressed just the right amount of respect.

"Of course, I have two tricky things to deal with here, one is the 1st Brigade of the Foreign Legion stationed in Paris, and the other is Corsica, where there is a rebellion, and I would like you to give me a suggestion to see how to solve both at the same time." Poincaré's way of thinking is unique, and his way of expressing himself is unique.

"Mr. President, if I can, I will leave as soon as possible and put down the rebellion in Corsica." Qin Zhiyuan took the initiative to ask for battle.

"Of course, that's what I'm calling you for. I'm sorry, but you can't attend the banquet in the evening, it's still snowing, but you have to lead the troops on a long journey, and it's hard for you. Puenkale didn't give Qin Zhiyuan time to refuse or delay.

"No problem, if I can, I'd like to go back and prepare now." Qin Zhiyuan didn't want to delay time at all, he wanted to fly to Corsica with his wings right now.

"Go, go, go to General Winnington, and he'll give you some advice." Satisfied, Poincaré returned to his desk and was ready to get back to work.

In just a few words, two more secretaries were waiting next to him, and there were a few guests waiting outside the door, looking at their height and skin color, as if they were Japanese.

Japanese? Qin Zhiyuan was vigilant.

Winnington was a middle-aged man in his fifties, perhaps because of his long-term civilian career, Winnington's body was so badly damaged that the originally straight general's uniform was worn on Winnington like a cloak.

"Corsica, the people on that island are hateful, here's some information you can take a look at." Wen Nington took out a folder and handed it to Qin Zhiyuan across the desk.

Corsica, with an area of 8,680 square kilometers and a population of 13,000 people, is now inhabited by 8,000 people. In 1768, the ****** sold their rights to Corsica to the French, and since then Corsica has been a French possession, except for a brief occupation by the British from 1794 to 1796.

Corsica is short of resources, backward industry and commerce, the local government depends on the blood transfusion of the French government to maintain, the island's residents live mainly on agriculture and animal husbandry, but they produce what they can't even feed themselves, all rely on the French government's agricultural subsidies to survive. When it comes to Corsica, in the eyes of the French, it is generally associated with poverty and backwardness, and it is customary for the French to never list Corsica as a French territory. On the other side, of course, the Corsicans do not consider themselves French either.

After the outbreak of the World War, conscription was issued in France, but only a handful of Corsicans were conscripted, and most young people of school age tried to evade military service on various grounds. This made the French government very unhappy, and within the French government, there has always been a voice, that is, since the Corsicans want to be independent, then let them go independently, so that the French government can at least get rid of a financial burden.

Over time, the French government had financial problems, and the agricultural subsidies given to Corsica could not be paid in full and on time, which caused dissatisfaction among the Corsicans. On Christmas Eve, the government building in Ajaccio was blown up and four sheriffs were assassinated in Ajaccio and Bastia, followed by a self-proclaimed "Union of Democracy in Corsica" claiming to have done so and making its own political demands formal.

It was the worst violence in Corsica since it became a French territory.

"If possible, Qin you can't have the kindness of a woman, you must quickly put down this rebellion, with the power of thunder." Wen Ning's voice was shocked.

"If there is resistance, how far can I go?" Qin Zhiyuan verified.

"Do everything you can!" Wen Nington's face was hideous.

Well, Qin Zhiyuan has a bottom in his heart.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )