The "dock incident" in Corsica is far from the time to close the coffin.

Qin Zhiyuan may be criticized by the French side at any time, although Qin Zhiyuan is ordered to act, but if the French throw Qin Zhiyuan out of the top tank, Qin Zhiyuan has no ability to resist.

From the bottom of his heart, except for Julie, who has already had a super friendship relationship, Qin Zhiyuan doesn't trust any Westerners.

The same goes for Renault Sr. and Foch.

Qin Zhiyuan asked himself, when personal interests and national interests conflicted, Qin Zhiyuan would choose to safeguard national interests. For people like Foch and Renault Sr., when their personal interests conflict with national interests, they may also choose national interests.

These two are different from Julie, for Julie, Qin Zhiyuan is all he has. And for these two people, Qin Zhiyuan is just a part of them.

No, neither will the old Renault.

Not to mention that because of the Knights Templar's relationship, and because of the old Renault's own temperament, he would not regard the interests of the country as more important than his personal interests. Otherwise, more than 20 years later, in World War II, the elder Renault would not have chosen to cooperate with the Nazis because he wanted to keep his factory.

Thinking so crankily, Qin Zhiyuan settled down a little in his heart, and walked into the Big Weaver restaurant amid the greeting of the doorman.

Different from the indifference shown outside, as soon as he entered the door, Qin Zhiyuan felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, which actually made Qin Zhiyuan feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that the situation in Paris is not bad, at least they are not short of fuel.

Thinking about the large forest of Boulogne, Qin Zhiyuan secretly scolded himself for eating instant noodles and the emperor's heart, and entered the back hall of Big Weaver under the guidance of the waiter.

Before entering the door, Qin Zhiyuan heard the sound of a "buzzing" crowd, and as soon as the door was opened, the noisy disputes, discussions, and even scolding surged out like a flood of open gates.

Qin Zhiyuan never thought that there would be such a large space in the Big Weaver Restaurant.

The back hall is about two or three hundred square meters in size. Divided into many spaces by the palatial sofa and dazzling wine racks, Qin Zhiyuan looked at the past, and there were dozens of people.

Dozens of "top people" who look oily and slippery and have big bellies. At this time, most of them were not in good shape, their faces were red, their mouths were foaming, and some even ripped off their bow ties, unbuttoned their shirts, and argued fiercely with people with their chests open.

What a "Sven sweep"!

Qin Zhiyuan unexpectedly said such a sentence in his heart.

When they saw Qin Zhiyuan coming in, almost everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the door, and stopped arguing in an instant. This made the voice of a fat man with his back to the door extra clear: "You......"

It's just fucking scolding the streets.

Dressed in military uniform. The smoke of gunpowder has not dissipated, and Qin Zhiyuan, who is covered in wind and frost, appears here, which is definitely an alternative.

When everyone was looking at Qin Zhiyuan, Qin Zhiyuan was also looking at everyone, with all the aggressive, firm and peaceful gaze.

Unfortunately, I didn't know any of them.

"God forbid, Qin, you're finally here!" Old Renault hurried over, with surprise and relief in his eyes.

"Louis. You okay? Qin Zhiyuan opened his arms to old Renault.

"Thanks, I'm fine!" Old Renault hugged Qin Zhiyuan and patted Qin Zhiyuan's shoulder a few times, taking advantage of the hug. Old Renault whispered: "Congratulations, Your Excellency Grand Master. ”

"Thank you, Luis, and I will keep your friendship in my heart." Qin Zhiyuan reciprocated the favor.

Through the exchange with Auerbach. Qin Zhiyuan fully understood the details of Old Renault, and also understood the role that Old Renault played in the process of Qin Zhiyuan becoming the Grand Master of the Templar Order, which made Qin Zhiyuan very grateful.

Thank you to old Renault in person. It is very necessary for Old Renault to understand Qin Zhiyuan's gratitude.

"Let's talk in detail tomorrow, come with me now, someone is waiting for you." Old Renault smiled, didn't make much politeness, turned around and walked to the small hall next to him, and motioned to everyone in the hall as he walked: "Okay, you can continue." ”

"Son of a bitch, you listen to me first......" The fat man's voice was exceptionally clear.

Like a powder keg lit, the noisy arguments, discussions, and even scolding erupted again, a little more intense than before.

"Talk less, listen more, don't hold back." Walking to the door of the small hall, old Renault's hand was on the gilded doorknob, and he couldn't help but turn around and say a word.

Qin Zhiyuan didn't answer, and nodded slowly.

Compared with the lively hall, the small hall is relatively quiet, and there are many fewer people.

But this made Qin Zhiyuan even more vigilant.

Including Qin Zhiyuan, there were only five people in the small hall.

Foch was in it, but not in the Lord's seat.

On the throne sat a short and fat old man with a white beard and a Mediterranean hairstyle, and the beard on his lips was very distinctive, and unlike the beard on the lips of ordinary people, which went to the sides, his beard was snow-white at the roots, and it drooped so neatly that it covered his mouth. This makes his beard look a little funny, if Qin Zhiyuan describes it, it is like a prop on the stage of Peking Opera, if he blows, maybe it will float up.

This short and fat little old man sat in the middle of a three-person couch, there was no one on either side, he crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, just wrapped around his round belly, when Qin Zhiyuan entered the door, the way he looked at Qin Zhiyuan was that his upper body rotated with his neck, showing a strong aggressiveness and desire to control.

Tiger Tiger Wind!

This was the first impression that this short and fat little old man left on Qin Zhiyuan.

Tiger!

Almost instantly, Qin Zhiyuan finally remembered who this short and fat little old man was, he was the famous "Tiger" Clemenceau.

In French politics, Clemenceau is an absolute legend, he is a politician, journalist, prime minister of the French Third Republic, a political career that lasted for more than half a century, closely linked to many major political events in France. In World War I, Clemenceau led France to victory as Prime Minister of France, and made an important contribution to the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, and was called the "father of victory" by Europeans at that time.

Clemenceau also has a paralyzed face, please forgive the repeated use of this adjective to describe people in high positions, but they are not willing to show their hearts easily, because facial expressions express inner emotions, so these people are almost always paralyzed.

Compared to other paralyzed faces, Clemenceau's condition was not serious, he looked at Qin Zhiyuan's eyes were aggressive and unscrupulous, he almost wanted to strip Qin Zhiyuan naked, and took a magnifying glass to study it carefully.

It is rude to look at people with this kind of gaze and can cause strong discomfort in others.

Fortunately, when Qin Zhiyuan first became an agent, he experienced training in this area. Therefore, Qin Zhiyuan nodded to everyone in the small hall one by one, and then took off his windbreaker casually and hung it on the coat rack behind the door.

It's like coming home to your own home.

(To be continued.) )