On the eve of the "Paris Peace Conference," it was January 17, 1919, and after Christmas, after the strikes and all kinds of conspiracies, people stayed in front of the radio with a fixed frequency of the "Voice of France" radio station.

After Christmas, people who are still on holiday, or who have nothing to do because of the strike, flock to every café and beer hall to watch the excitement of the upcoming "Paris Peace Conference" and pay attention to the "political competition" that is even more lively than the Olympics.

In particular, the fact that everyone is busy preparing for their conspiracy and the political war after the behind-the-scenes deals has attracted the attention of the small people who are eager for peace.

The tavern was crowded with French soldiers who had been maimed by the war, French women who had been turned into pheasants by the loss of their husbands, and the tavern was crowded with eyes that longed for peace to return to the world.

The waitress walked through the smoky tavern with a tray of bottles and glasses. Although someone rubbed oil from time to time, this did not prevent her from walking smoothly with the tray in her hand, and from time to time she showed some sexy and sultry words or smiles.

"That's all the maid's life has to do!"

In the eyes of the eyeshadow applied, you may see a trace of sadness that has not been completely numbed by life, but in the years forced by life, everything is something that has to be done.

The only really good bottle of wine that I had sold tonight was to be transported upstairs to some secret room upstairs by a lift. The room had no door upstairs, and it was also inaccessible downstairs. Its entrance is in a hidden alley behind the street.

No one will notice the place, not even the people who come in and out, the homeless people who sleep on the street.

In the upstairs room, there was a man waiting for the bottle of wine. He thought that on this cold night, wearing a sour ragged dress and coming here, a bottle of really good wine could drive away the bad in his heart.

While waiting, in the bathroom, he hung the shabby military coat that he used to disguise and exuded a smell on the hanger in the corner, and the hatless tattered hat hung there, and even sprayed some perfume on his body when he was grooming in the bathroom, so as to dispel the sour smell of the disgusting drunk.

In the process of doing these things that he was already familiar with, he had a little bit of a problem in his heart. And he didn't come from the young man sitting by the burning fireplace.

It was because of him that he lost his freedom and the woman who was once ecstatic and wonderful. Of course, it is also because of him that he has gained a lot, at least now that he has more money to squander, there will naturally be more women in Paris. But until now, no one had been able to get him to lead them to this secret place.

Everyone has probably guessed at this moment that the man in front of him who is freshening up in the bathroom is Major General Picard of the French Second Military Intelligence Agency, and as for the person sitting in front of the fireplace, the person who is drinking coffee and smoking a cigar is naturally Tang Yunyang.

Today, on the eve of the Paris Peace Conference, it is time to hear what the French government has to offer. In addition, the guy who is grooming is still a useful person to be encircled for the time being.

"Jingle Bells"

In the crisp ringing of the bell, Tang Yunyang knew that the drink that Picard had just asked for over the phone had arrived. As a gesture of kindness, he took the tray from the elevator and filled two glasses with wine.

Major General Picard, who had a head like a lion, but no "fate" like a lion, understood that although the war was over, his fate was not over. Coming out of the bathroom, he hurriedly came to Tang Yunyang's side, hoping that he was not misunderstood by him, he was there and deliberately rubbing shoulders.

"Hello, Mr. Lion King, please take this glass of wine. If we can't toast to the success of the future peace conference, would you like to make a toast to our reunion? ”

Major General Picard, who had removed his filthy coat, felt much better, and his mood calmed down a little. Reaching out to take the wine handed over by Tang Yunyang, the two raised their wine glasses slightly, and drank them all.

The burning heat in the lungs after the liquor was down made the two of them breathe a long, relieved sigh together.

"Mr. Lion King, I would like to ask you, you may have been so busy lately that you have not forgotten to check your account in a Swiss bank!"

Picard, who was called "The Lion King" by Tang Yunyang, was quite satisfied with this code name, although he was not so satisfied with his current identity. But he can't help but cooperate, even if the other party has any problems. He is now the leader of China and does not care about these things at all.

But as for himself, if those things today or in the past are stabbed to the French government, he may face the danger of being hanged under the disgrace. As for selling the other party in exchange for his own freedom, he understands what kind of organization the "Chung Hwa Guild Hall" is, and although the world is big, he has no way out.

"No, I did. Seriously, I really appreciate your kindness, you are such a generous boss! ”

"Haha, don't praise me too much, because your work, that's just what you deserve. How's it going, and how are you progressing in your work now? ”

Tang Yunyang said haha, but he wanted to get to the point, because tonight, he had another date, and this date would make him a little upset. As for who it is, everyone will know in the next chapter.

Major General Picard certainly knew what Tang Yunyang wanted, but these things could not be shown to him publicly. He reached out and pulled out a cigar from his bosom, picked out a cigar and broke it open, and a small tightly rolled thing fell out of it.

"It's all in there, you know ......"

Picard wanted to explain why he was so careful.

"Mr. Lion King, you know that our intelligence system is perfect, and you are completely protected by a special group of people, even if there are people like you and some people who are not afraid of people, please rest assured!"

At this point, Tang Yunyang did not tell a lie. One Major General Picard, one Major General Carlancer. During the war, they all formed a deep "friendship" with Tang Yunyang. A considerable part of the funds allocated by MI5 in China's military intelligence bureau are used to pay honorarium for such figures.

In addition, some soldiers hidden in the "Chinese Association" are responsible for armed rescue or extermination at a critical moment. Of course, if they are not killed, even if they are separated from the French intelligence system, people like them can still be useful.

At least when it comes to building China's intelligence agencies, veterans like them who have a lot of experience in intelligence work are good teachers.

"Yes boss, I understand what you said. So I'd like to share with you my thoughts on the peace conference! ”

"Well, for peace my longing, so I'd love to listen!"

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Major General Picard looked at Tang Yunyang as casually as if chatting, and had already picked up the wine bottle in his hand and poured two glasses of wine for the two of them. He reached for his glass, moistened his lips with spirits, and spoke of his "work."

"The situation in the East, as far as the government is concerned, I think they will be willing to maintain the status quo ante. Because that would be a good thing for France. But you know, that Tang Yunyang's growing influence in the East has made the government worry that the situation on the Vietnamese side will deteriorate. As an important French colony in the East, it cannot be easily abandoned, after all, we French have paid enough for that land.

So I think at the meeting, we might be able to stop the Chinese side from gaining more benefits. As for the benefits that China has already taken away, although there is no way to prevent them from obtaining more benefits, it should be in line with the hopes of the participating countries!

So, it is still contained, and although there have been many recent events in France, although there is no evidence to support them, there is a lot of speculation that they may have something to do with the person who went to France for private tourism.

But this was not enough for the French government to change its policy easily, and the Vietnamese governor was already forming an army of locals and foreign reinforcements, believing that it could resist the attack to some extent. Therefore, at tomorrow's peace conference, I think the government's attitude will still be tough, at least it will not be inclined to the interests of the Chinese! ”

Tang Yunyang raised the red wine glass in his hand, and put the cigar in his mouth with the other hand. After the cigarette butt had passed for a while, he whispered a word with the smoke.

"Oh, is that so! In that case, I don't think there's a better way! ”

It seemed that Tang Yunyang's face didn't care at all, but in his heart he hated it as if he wanted to bite the Frenchman twice. He didn't understand that among the people, there were people like Jane. Angels like Merlin, like Cather. A gentleman like Merlin, but the government is all fucking a bunch of insatiable beasts.

When he said the understatement above, he had already cursed in his heart.

"Hmph, well, France has so many colonies in the world, even if you change one colony a month to make trouble for him, it is estimated that it will not be able to change it in five or six years. Let's see who's getting more headaches than who! ”

As explained earlier, China, which has no overseas colonies at all, is completely debt-free and light in this matter. But France is different, and a small upheaval in any one colony is enough to make the French government scratch its head. If most of the colonies were to revolt together, the result would be self-evident.

Although Picard, who finished drinking another glass of wine, did not know what Tang Yunyang would do, he was sure that whether it was President Raymond. Poincaré is still the one who thinks "We have fought the war to the fullest, and then to the fullest!" "Prime minister, Clemenceau, I'm afraid they're going to have to scratch their heads, and they're not far from being bald!