Tu Xingchuan knew that before this kind of crisis in the size of the country, his personal power was too small. The number of compatriots scattered all over Paris alone is in the tens of thousands...

If Tu Xingchuan had passed on the news he knew to them, they would have already been poisoned by the gang that specialized in hunting yellow people.

Only the country... Tu Xingchuan can only contact the country and the Republic of Falot to start diplomatic negotiations.

Only by making concessions on the part of the Republic of Falow will it be possible to fully guarantee the security of the compatriots in the territory of the Republic of Falot.

How can I get in touch?

It's 19th century France, but there's no such thing as a base station, a cell phone signal...

Wait a minute... There is a signal.

Why?

Tu Xingchuan looked at his smartphone in surprise, not the satellite phone he used before.

The satellite phone has a weak signal, and Tu Xingchuan can still understand that the country's satellite network is still there, but why does a smartphone also have a signal?

It's also full 4G signal!

The operator of the signal display is still mobile!

Tu Xingchuan wondered if he was wearing it back again, but Linghua, who was sitting not far away, reminded Tu Xingchuan again... He was still in France in the 19th century.

And the sight from Tu Xingchuan was quickly noticed by Linghua.

Linghua, who was still holding the biscuit and nibbling on it, felt Tu Xingchuan's gaze, and moved the box she was sitting on a step or two back with some disgust.

Then Linghua also glared back with a very fierce look, which seemed to remind Tu Xingchuan, 'You said that this cookie was given to me, and if you want to get it back, I will fight with you'.

Tu Xingchuan didn't notice the meaning in Linghua's eyes, he only noticed that the signal on his mobile phone suddenly dropped a bar after Linghua walked away.

Humanoid signal base station?

In order to confirm his conjecture, Tu Xingchuan directly picked up his mobile phone and went all the way to the corner of this warehouse.

This warehouse is not very big, but Tu Xingchuan is thirty or forty meters away from Linghua who is munching on biscuits when he reaches the corner.

The signal of Tu Xingchuan's mobile phone also dropped from four bars to one bar, and when he took a step back, the signal disappeared completely.

Is the limit of the signal 35 meters from the visual distance?

As a science and engineering dog, Tu Xingchuan uses eye ranging is a basic skill.

"What are you doing?"

Linghua didn't like to be watched by others when she was eating, but she was so hungry now, if it weren't for the fact that Tu Xingchuan was of the same clan, she would have thrown the dagger over a long time ago.

"Didn't do anything, rub the signal."

Tu Xingchuan checked the various messages on his mobile phone.

Most of them are historical news from Tu Xingchuan before he crossed over, and it seems that his friends in China haven't realized it yet... I've crossed it myself.

What Tu Xingchuan cared about the most in the text message was that he received a text message prompting 'Welcome to beautiful Jiangsu'.

This kind of SMS prompt is when traveling... As soon as you enter a province, the province sends a welcome text message.

But the question is that Tu Xingchuan is now in France, how could he receive a text message from Jiangsu Province?

But now that the situation is urgent, Tu Xingchuan can't take care of delving into the principles.

As long as there is a signal to contact the country, it is enough!

"No matter, try it first."

Tu Xingchuan flipped out the contacts on his phone.

This time, Tu Xingchuan did not go to his father, because his father's current position would take a lot of trouble to contact the country's decision-making level, or the diplomatic level.

Among his contacts happened to be one who could quickly reach the diplomatic level of the country.

He found the contact person of 'Senior Brother Zhao Chen' and pressed the dial button directly.

Soon after Tu Xingchuan pressed the dial button, a prompt of 'waiting for the other party to answer' was displayed on the mobile phone interface.

Soon the prompt changed to 'on a call', and a calm voice sounded in Tu Xingchuan's ears.

"Xingchuan?"

"Senior brother!" Tu Xingchuan couldn't believe that he really got through.

Zhao Chen and his father served in the same army, but his father chose to retire, and Zhao Chen stayed in the army to continue to shine.

The relationship between the two families is also very close, and Tu Xingchuan called Zhao Chen his senior brother because he had studied with Zhao Chen's father for a period of time.

Over the years, Tu Xingchuan may have only one impression of this senior brother... Reliable adult male.

"You called me in Paris? I'm talking about otherworldly Paris..."

Zhao Chen didn't ask too much nonsense, and directly confirmed Tu Xingchuan's situation.

"Uh... Yes, I don't know why I can, my mobile operator here shows me in Jiangsu, Nanjing, Jiangsu, but I'm in Paris now..."

"Nanjing?" Zhao Chen also thought for a moment when he heard the source of Tu Xingchuan's signal.

In the few seconds that Zhao Chen was silent, Tu Xingchuan also heard someone on the other side shouting...

'Nanjing... Ying Tiancheng? That is the ancient capital of the previous dynasty, and there is a person with a dragon vein next to the person who is talking to you? ’

Tu Xingchuan couldn't understand this chattering shout for the time being, but Zhao Chen quickly gave Tu Xingchuan instructions.

"Xingchuan, do you understand your current situation?"

"Yes, my dad told me... Now that my compatriots abroad are in danger, is there anything I can do to help? ”

"Help...... Do you know where the embassy in Paris is located? Zhao Chen asked.

"I'm in the 8th arrondissement right now, not far from the embassy in France."

Tu Xingchuan also visited the French embassy several times during his study in France, although the city of Paris in the 19th century changed somewhat.

According to Tu Xingchuan's impression, the planning of the streets is still very similar.

"And where the cell phone signal comes from?"

"A girl, I haven't asked the name yet, I saved my life when I first came into this world."

When Tu Xingchuan was communicating with Zhao Chen, Linghua had already finished nibbling the biscuit in her hand, but she was still very vigilant when she looked at Tu Xingchuan.

"Xingchuan will find a way to bring her to the vicinity of the embassy in France, and during this period we will do everything possible to contact the embassy in France and use this as a medium to negotiate with the country's representatives."

Before Zhao Chen spoke to Tu Xingchuan, he had already heard that the country was using satellite phones to contact embassies around the world.

But the signal quality is so poor that even if it has been opened, it will be hung up instantly after saying a sentence or two.

In today's situation of overseas compatriots, the first thing the country should do is to contact them, not only to contact them, but also to communicate with Western countries.

Find a way to tell the Western countries that it's our people, don't move! If you dare to move, you will eat mushroom eggs!

However, the means of communication in this world are too scarce, and even sending special planes to send people to other countries is equally risky and too slow.

Even if there is a gap of one day, it may cause accidents for many compatriots overseas.

And the signal source that Tu Xingchuan obtained, or the girl, was particularly important, so important that Zhao Chen had no choice but to let his somewhat immature junior brother take this risk.

Tu Xingchuan was just about to agree, but someone on the other end of the phone was shouting something like 'let me talk to that girl' anxiously.

"Senior brother, should I give the phone to that girl?"

Tu Xingchuan listened to the anxious tone, and felt that it could be the relatives of this beggar lady or something?

"Leave it to her, and teach her how to use her phone by the way."

Zhao Chen also seemed to have a headache, the person who had been talking next to him just now was none other than Yi Zheng, the national teacher of Great Xia.

Zhao Chen here handed over the phone to Yizheng, and Tu Xingchuan also handed the phone to Linghua...

"Someone is looking for you." Tu Xingchuan said.

"Looking for me?"

Linghua glanced at the mobile phone in Tu Xingchuan's hand suspiciously, she hadn't figured out what this square thin brick was used for...

There was a sound on the phone that made Linghua almost pull out a knife and cut someone.

"I didn't expect to meet Sheng Ming's last descendant after many years."

"Daxia's lackey..."Linghua's voice turned cold in an instant, and a dagger had already flashed in her hand to split Tu Xingchuan's mobile phone.

"Now whether it is Sheng Ming or Great Xia, they have now disappeared in the torrent of dragon veins, under the red flag, you and I are all comrades, and although I am an important minister of the old Great Xia, I am also a Han person... I am determined to save the people, not power and wealth, and being in a high position is the way to save the people, not what I am seeking. ”

"Great Xia is dead?" Linghua only cares about one thing in Yi's words.

"If you die, if you are seriously ill, I can't save you, but I can only be reborn from the fire to seek other ways to save the people, and the person who is standing in front of you now, and the country that supports him behind him is the only right way."

Yi Zheng's voice slowly came out of the phone, and Linghua also raised her head to look at Tu Xingchuan, as well as the Communist Youth League emblem pinned to Tu Xingchuan's chest.

Linghua clearly remembers Tu Xingchuan's confidence and pride when he said that he was Chinese, and he always believed that his country would come to save him.

"But you and I are the last descendants of the old dynasty, and we can't fit into them." Linghua's way of speaking was also taken by Yi Zheng to be a bit old-fashioned.

"I think there must be..."

When Yi Zheng was about to say that there was a 'way to accept', Linghua stretched out her index finger and pressed the button to hang up.

She didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to hear everything that could go back to that land.

Although Linghua is the last descendant of Sheng Ming in the previous dynasty, she was born in Daxia, lived in Daxia, and learned the etiquette of Daxia.

But she spent most of her life in the Republic of Pharrow.

She is neither a Shengming person, nor a Daxia person, let alone a Falo person.

So Linghua didn't want to go back, even if that land had a new owner, she wasn't interested.

The most familiar place in her life is this old warehouse, and the narrow and dirty streets...

Can...

"What do you want me to do for you?" Linghua jumped down from her chair and asked Tu Xingchuan.

"That's actually... If you want to settle in our country..."

Tu Xingchuan also heard that Yi Zheng wanted Linghua to return to China, but when Tu Xingchuan said this, a dagger was against Tu Xingchuan's neck.

Linghua was trying hard to pad her feet so that the dagger in her hand could touch Tu Xingchuan's neck, but her expression was cold.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm willing to do you another favor and just say what you want me to do!" Linghua said.

"Well..."

Tu Xingchuan was also very interested in not talking about bringing Linghua back to China.

Because he doesn't know if this otherworldly person is a resident of his country, if not, then Tu Xingchuan doesn't know if he can help Linghua get a green card.

In short, let's find a way to get the motherland to contact the embassy in France.