Blanqui's face turned red and black. "So you came to me to talk secretly to persuade me to surrender? Then there is nothing more to say. Surrender is impossible! France must fight to the last soldier!"
Xiao Letian looked at Blanqui with a very helpless expression. He suddenly sighed, "I knew you would say this a long time ago. You... you are just like this, so stubborn, so ignorant of how to adapt!"
"Because we love our motherland!" Blanqui said excitedly.
"Okay, okay...you are patriotic, you are patriotic, but who loves you?"
"In France, you working class people have put in the most work, received the lowest pay, and can't even get basic food and clothing..."
"And what about those guys who are superior? They own land, factories, capital... They enjoy the blood of France extravagantly, but what have they done?"
"The one who enjoys the most is the first to surrender! Hey... you are patriotic, who loves you!"
Blanqui stared at Xiao Letian and said firmly, "I don't need you to be a lobbyist! Without a country and a nation, there would be no us! I don't care what others do, but we must have our own rules!"
"I secretly smuggled art from my motherland. This has tortured my soul. I couldn't sleep all night. This is my bottom line. Please stop talking. I will never listen to you. Heresies!"
Of course, Xiao Letian didn't really want to persuade these people or show them the way, he just acted out of his feelings!
For this first proletarian regime in human history, Xiao Letian actually had deep sympathy and pity in his heart, and even regretted their final failure!
But when he saw these people and dealt with them with his own eyes, he realized that all tragic endings were actually doomed!
Xiao Letian stopped talking. He sneered and said, "In this case, there is nothing to talk about. You want supplies, but I am ready to stop the transaction..."
"Well, I'll give you one last chance... Let's make one last large-scale transaction. After it's completed, I will seal off the Chapelle Gate and never talk to you again!"
"I traveled up the Seine River by sea and brought supplies from six steamships. They contained food, cotton, medical supplies, including coal...all the supplies you urgently need for the winter!"
"This is the last batch of goods, or I got it from the British and Dutch at a high price! Do you want it?"
"How many?" Blanqui asked eagerly.
Xiao Letian handed over a list, which was densely packed with quantities of supplies in French.
These six shipments of supplies are actually not much, and can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket for the whole of Paris, but if calculated according to the minimum ration under a state of war.
These supplies can at least allow the Paris Defense Self-Defense Force to last for another month and a half. The commune has already stored a large amount of supplies before, which should last about one and a half to two months.
If we add these six shiploads of supplies, the National Guard can survive this winter!
Who can guess what will happen next spring? Maybe Gambetta's army doubled in size, maybe Britain formally intervened diplomatically, maybe a huge earthquake destroyed Berlin...
Who can say clearly about such things as war!
Blanqui closed the list with a snap and asked with his eyes closed, "How much do you want? How to settle the bill?"
"Happy!" Xiao Letian was like a leader in the world at this moment, drinking a glass of whiskey in one gulp, "Tuileries Palace, Louvre... I can take the treasures from these two palaces!"
Hiss... Blanqui gasped, "Are you crazy? Do you dare to touch my French national treasure?"
"Haha, I'm not crazy. The French army could get their hands on China's national treasure back then, why can't I get my hands on it now? Don't talk nonsense, let me know if you can accept this condition!"
Bitter and spicy spirits entered his throat, and Blanqui almost cried, "It really can't be done. The Tuileries Palace and the Louvre contain treasures that are well-known throughout Europe. If I sell them to you, then... France...no no no, the public enemy of all Europe!"
"Hahaha... don't tell me these high-profile treasures, haven't you ruined enough good things? During the Great Revolution, wasn't the Palace of Versailles destroyed by the revolutionaries? How many top treasures were lost back then? Now you tell me this?"
Xiao Letian was very disdainful and cursed secretly, "Bah... I won't let you all burn down the Tuileries Palace in the end. Why are you pretending to be a patriotic saint with me now!"
"In a war, who cares about the life and death of cultural relics? Just pretend!"
Blanqui shook his head, "That's not true. The Tuileries Palace and the Louvre are both guarded by General Trochu's soldiers, and we can't enter at all!"
"Hmph! A civil war is about to begin. What are you talking about with me about the defense zone? Don't think that I don't know your little calculations... You are actually ready to seize power by force!"
"Dare you say it's not the case? Of course, Trochu is also prepared to use force to suppress it. There is no possibility of reconciliation between you..."
Xiao Letian sneered and reached for the list in Blanqui's hand. "Since you are not interested, I will give these supplies to Bismarck at cost. Anyway, I can't suffer a loss in the end..."
He pulled it, but it didn't move. He pulled it again and found that Blanqui's hand was tightening!
"That's enough!" Blanqui yelled, then picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a big sip. "I have a condition. If you agree, we will make a deal. If you don't agree... then just pretend that I never came. Let’s get through it!”
Xiao Letian, the old fox, smiled. This was the smile of a winner. "I'm all ears!"
Half an hour later, Blanqui left the camp. Of course, the head of state would not let him return empty-handed. The carriage was filled with the things Paris had saved at this moment.
Medicines, compressed biscuits, and extremely warm leather jackets were stuffed so much that there was no room for Blanky to sit.
Watching the carriage gradually leave, Xiao Letian stretched hard, "This is the last deal. Whether my museum is dry or watery depends on this tremor..."
At this time, a figure under the shadow of the lamp jumped into the eyes of the head of state. Zuo Dachaofeng was leaning on the pillar at the entrance of the tent, and fell asleep while standing staggeringly.
What a strange man, he could actually fall asleep even while standing. Xiao Letian walked over and pushed him gently, "Mr. Zuo? Go and have a rest. It won't be too late to work again tomorrow..."
"Ah? Ah! Ah..." Zuo Zuo, who suddenly woke up, quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "Ah, Head of State... I'm not tired, I'm really not tired..."
"Work quickly. These things must be sent to the train before dawn. The sooner we return home, the better..."
"To be honest, the way you invited us, Head of State, was really overbearing. We scolded you a lot along the way... But when we see so many returned national treasures in Egypt, we will know that this trip is worth it!"
"In our line of work, you don't have to worry about making money. You are a rich man anyway... At this time, I just want to do something to bring home all the treasures of my ancestors, so I just..."
As he was talking, tears started to fall from the left side of this ghost eye!
Xiao Letian secretly sighed, this is really an antique maniac!
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