This was an unexpected change for Yang Xiaolin, but it couldn't stop him from continuing to implement his jihua, and the arrow was ready to fly, even if there were many hardships ahead, he had to send it.

The banquet actually began at noon, and the French embassy was inaugurated, and it was of course an honor for the businessmen who had crossed the ocean from France to make a fortune. At the same time, how many merchants from their own country came, which can be seen from another side of the influence of France in the Qing Dynasty.

Minister Sherley sent invitations to all the French merchants he knew, and now it seemed that these people were still more face-saving, and basically all of them came, at least in terms of numbers, and they had overwhelmed the Italians, which made the Minister very satisfied.

The third child ran in and out one by one, conveying Yang Xiaolin's instructions to Lu Mozong and the others who were outside, and at the same time feeding back the news of Lu Mozong's inquiry outside. There were a lot of guests, none of whom Lu Mozong knew, he could only watch at the door in the name of cleaning, judging by the form and demeanor of the guests, of course, this accuracy rate would not be too high.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Mozong had finally found an opportunity to come in.

"Big brother, I got a list, you see if you want the one."

Yang Xiaolin was overjoyed when he heard this, and he hurriedly wiped his hands clean on his apron: "Show it to me." ”

Lu Mozong handed over a piece of paper, and there was actually an obvious footprint on it, Yang Xiaolin's brows furrowed, and he looked at him with a suspicious look.

Lu Mozong said: "This is what the Frenchman at the door threw on the ground, and I don't understand it, so I'll show it to you." ”

Yang Xiaolin opened the paper and was dumbfounded, it was all French, and he didn't understand it.

"Fuck it!"

After staying with these bandits for a long time, Yang Xiaolin also unconsciously learned to use foul language, these French people are really, and they can't have a comparative version of French and Chinese characters when they are entertained in China.

Looking at the method of arranging the handwriting on it, Yang Xiaolin estimated that this was the list, but it was useless, because he didn't recognize a single French.

"No, I have to go out and find Nyerere now. Third, help me watch the fish in the pot, and when it is fried to four ripe, I will immediately take it out and put it in the pot to cook, then pour spicy oil, and then put green onions and ginger. ”

The third child hesitated, Yang Xiaolin was going to make spicy fish, and the third child had never done this dish. He really wanted to tell Yang Xiaolin that he wouldn't, but he thought that Yang Xiaolin was going to do the right thing.

At the moment, I didn't care if I could do it or not, so I slapped my chest and responded.

Yang Xiaolin is really anxious, it is now more than five o'clock, and the party is scheduled to start at half past six, before that, he must lock the target, and he can't catch who is who like luck. And if these blacks are willing to cooperate with themselves, then they can change Jihua and make things more perfect.

Even if the third child didn't know how to do it, he couldn't care a lot, so he took off the apron on his body, and Yang Xiaolin strode out of the kitchen.

Biaozi was still cooking the pot, his face was a little black, and the third child waited for Yang Xiaolin to leave before he slowly approached Biaozi and said, "Brother Biao, how ripe are these four mature?" ”

Biaozi raised his eyes and looked: "You ask me?" ”

The third child nodded very honestly, and kicked it angrily: "You go and ask the fish in the pot is better!" ”

Embassies are free of prisons and were not designed with this in mind. So Nyerere and the negroes were disarmed and gathered in the back garden, guarded by the Asan.

Everyone knows Ah San's character, on weekdays, they are pressed on the head by these blacks, and they enjoy the treatment of third-class nationals in the embassy, and now they have the opportunity to turn over, they really don't want to miss the opportunity to humiliate these blacks. …,

When Yang Xiaolin came to the back garden, a few Ah San were pointing guns at the group of black people, saying something in their mouths, and they knew that it was not a good thing to say by looking at their appearance.

Ah Sanmen obviously remembered Yang Xiaolin, and after seeing him come over, the guy who had been knocked down in the pit by Yang Xiaolin with a punch immediately greeted him: "zhanzhu, what do you want to do?" ”

There was a strange light flashing in his eyes, and that look was waiting for Yang Xiaolin to give him an excuse to make him feel ashamed, and this time no one could help Yang Xiaolin get out again.

Yang Xiaolin glanced at him: "The Minister asked me to come, Nyerere will be executed tomorrow morning, and the Minister asked me to ask him what he wants to eat at night." ”

The Indian was stunned for a moment, Yang Xiaolin brought out the French minister, he could insult Yang Xiaolin wantonly, and now he could humiliate Nyerere, but he didn't dare not take Sherley's words to heart. His eyes looked Yang Xiaolin up and down, as if he wanted to see some flaws.

Yang Xiaolin is not afraid of revealing his stuffing at all now, because time is running out, if he can't talk to Nyerere, then he will tie a few out casually and see how lucky.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the minister." He replied with a straight face, and after saying that, he pushed the guy away and walked in. That Ah San was really frightened by him, and he didn't have the courage to ask Sherley now, so he watched Yang Xiaolin walk in.

Nyerere's expression was a little decadent, he heard Yang Xiaolin's words, Shijie countries may have different ways of dealing with death row prisoners, but one thing is the same, that is, before dying, people who are dying must be allowed to eat a haode, which is called a severed head meal in China, and a dinner party in the West.

"Lu, are they really going to kill me?"

Yang Xiaolin squatted down beside Nyerere and looked into his eyes: "What do you say?" What percentage of the chance do you say they will let you go? ”

Nyerere had thought about this question many times, he had been thinking about it since he was detained, and now that Yang Xiaolin asked, of course he knew the answer.

His hands hugged his head in pain, hammered it fiercely, and his voice actually carried a little cry: "I really didn't kill anyone!" ”

Yang Xiaolin didn't speak, waited for a while, and when Nyerere raised his head again, he said, "I know you didn't kill anyone, but it's not important anymore, the important thing is whether you want to live or not?" ”

Nyerere's eyes were fixed on him, "Can you save me?" ”

Yang Xiaolin nodded: "Maybe, I'm not very sure, but we can try." ”

Nyerere looked at Yang Xiaolin with some shock, he couldn't believe that this Chinese was willing to risk for him, but Yang Xiaolin threw out not a firm rope, but a life-saving straw, Nyerere must hold firmly, he must believe Yang Xiaolin, because he has no choice, unless he is willing to die.

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Xiaolin pulled, and the two of them squatted down, and several black people next to them immediately cooperated to block the view of the Indians for them. Although the three men saw that the situation here was a little abnormal, their humiliation of these black people was limited to verbal abuse and bargaining at gunpoint, and let them rush in and pull people away, they obviously did not have the courage to do so.

"I have a piece of paper here, you can help me see what is written on it."

Yang Xiaolin handed the paper to Nyerere, who glanced at it and threw it on the ground: "This is the guest list for tonight's banquet, I have a clean one here, exactly the same as the one in your hand." ”

As he spoke, he took out one from his arms, and Yang Xiaolin looked at it, and it was no different from the previous one.

"Can you tell me who's up there?"

Nyerere nodded, and began with the first name with his finger: "Minister of the British Empire to the Qing Dynasty, Sa Daoyi; Italian minister to the Qing Dynasty, Savago; Yasuya Uchida, Minister of Japan to China"

When he read this, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes were very weird: "Lu, why are you asking this?" What do they have to do with getting me out? ”