There is no red heart among politicians. In fact, they are all very dark. They will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and their interests come first!
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This is clearly reflected in people like Bismarck and Xiao Letian!
Xiao Letian was particularly good at this. Before the war broke out, he secretly contacted Thiers and provided him with several large sums of political start-up capital.
After the war broke out, Xiao Letian established contact with the Paris Commune, ostensibly smuggling and stealing some antiques and cultural relics, under the guise of bringing the oriental cultural relics home.
Under this banner, the Chinese provided Blanqui with a lot of intelligence and material support. In particular, the Chapel Gate was an important gateway for communication between the Paris Commune and the outside world.
However, bringing the cultural relics home is just one of the goals. The real intention is to hope that the commune will not collapse so quickly, especially if the final amount of compensation has not been agreed upon, the commune will not collapse.
To use the Commune to contain the French government, it would be best if the French had a large-scale civil war and the situation gradually escalated so that they could take advantage of the chaos.
Xiao Letian wanted to laugh when he thought about that scene. Both sides were killing heads in the city of Paris, but the German and Chinese soldiers outside the city were watching the excitement.
What would Thiers think? Will he be anxious to invite these great gods away? If the German and Chinese troops are not invited out of France, their civil war will end.
It doesn't matter whether Blanqui dies or not, but what's important is that he can't die before getting the compensation!
If he was left to unite the hearts of the Paris Commune, wouldn't they be more powerful in resisting?
Director Wang sighed, "Let us do the dirty work that Bismarck dare not take over... You also have to be careful and don't get too close and offend these big conglomerates in Europe!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure! I also have to be responsible for the lives of my brothers! For us now, the war is over, and no one of us will die anymore..."
While they were talking, a civilian officer walked in from outside the study and whispered, "Xiang Ying sent a telegram, and Thiers has indeed attacked Blanqui..."
"Have you taken action? Imprisonment or assassination?" Wang Ju was the first to ask.
"It was an assassination! Only five of Blanqui's group survived... If our Dragon Guards hadn't climbed the cliff and sneaked in in advance, I'm afraid Xiang Ying wouldn't have had time to save them!"
"Hiss... such a cruel method, killing directly, how did Xiang Ying solve it..."
"The two sides were in a stalemate, and finally Satraumann ordered Blanqui to be imprisoned. His life was saved but his freedom was lost..."
Xiao Letian waved his hand and told the officer to go down, "Okay, that's it! You reminded me just now that if you really get involved too deeply, you will make capitalists all over Europe afraid!"
"It's good like this. Saving Blanqui's life is considered a good deed... The commune knows that Blanqui is still alive, so they can keep their morale from collapsing!"
"Let Xiang Ying hurry up and don't worry about the rest, and don't interfere in Bordeaux's affairs..."
In the political shady world, anyone can be traded. Blanqui was the leader of tens of thousands of people in the commune, but in the hands of the real big shots, he was nothing more than a monkey who couldn't fly out.
That night, Blanqui was imprisoned in an abandoned monastery. This monastery was built deep in the mountains. The secret room where the pagans were held was so narrow that a person standing inside could not straighten his left and right arms.
The window was just a crack, and the moonlight shone dimly in. Blanqui's face was full of regret, "I was wrong, I was really wrong! If I had listened to the advice early and given up my fantasy from the beginning, I wouldn't be in this situation now. !”
"It's not scary for me to die, but there are hundreds of thousands of lives in the commune! Who will save them..."
Thinking of this, Blanqui rushed to the thick wooden prison door covered with iron bars like crazy, banging his fists desperately, "Let me out! I can make the commune surrender! Let me out, I am willing to give up all rights and negotiate!"
"You can shoot me, but let me see Thiers! I have something to say..."
Helpless roars echoed in the monastery, just as miserable as the heretics and witches imprisoned three hundred years ago. The guards didn't care about the criminals' clamor at all, with a bottle of wine, a large piece of bread and a sausage, guarding against the moon. Very drunk.
The guard was not the only one who was drunk. In the gorgeous villa in Bordeaux, Thiers and his comrades feasted every night, and the beautiful ladies danced like butterflies in flowers.
The champagne tower, which is more than three meters high, requires waiters to step on ladders to pour wine downwards. The banging sound of opening the champagne is like the sound of intensive gunfire on the battlefield.
Thiers was surrounded by parliamentarians who supported him, as well as envoys from European observer missions. They toasted and drank, and some even began to celebrate the birth of the President of the Republic in advance.
Thiers was a little drunk. At this time, his secretary came over and whispered a few words in his ear. His face changed slightly and he nodded to the people around him to apologize, and then walked into the secluded study.
After driving away a pair of mandarin ducks who were playing field games in the study, Thiers began to listen to the secretary's report.
"Did the Chinese intervene? Or was it Xiang Ying? Can you be sure who paid attention?"
"If it was Xiang Ying's own impromptu idea, then this matter would be easier to handle... If this was hinted by the head of state, it would be difficult!"
"Your Excellency the President! Now that Blanqui has been imprisoned, why don't we take action directly..."
"No! Now that the matter has come to light, we can no longer use assassination methods...we still have to save our face!"
"But fortunately, the Chinese agreed to let us imprison Blanqui, which shows that even if they interfere, they don't want to interfere too deeply... In the final analysis, their purpose is still to get money!"
"Don't make matters worse. When Xiang Ying comes to Bordeaux, prepare a big gift for him! For such a young man, I don't believe that a romantic French lady can't conquer him!"
"You can choose any gift within one hundred thousand francs... You will also have to find a suitable girl to give to him at the banquet in the past two days!"
The secretary chuckled and shook his head, "I'm afraid Xiang Ying will no longer have such a good fortune. The telegram from Satraumann said... Xiang Ying is not staying in Bordeaux and will go directly south... Biarritz!"
"What? Where to go? God...this is so scary!"
The secretary smiled bitterly and said, "It's very scary. May God bless him..."
The assassination of Blanqui was just a small splash in the entire current situation. There were countless major events throughout Europe that required the attention of the heads of state and others. The busy work soon made Xiao Letian temporarily forget about Blanqui in prison.
Xiang Ying and his party hurriedly headed south from the Loire Province to the city of Tours. Further south, there was a place that had not been affected by the war at all.
From here, you can get on the train and go straight to the south of France safely!
After a day's journey, the train arrived in Bordeaux. Satrauman invited Xiang Ying to get off the train and rest for a few days, but he politely declined.
Satrauman's purpose was to participate in the election of the Grand Council. He could not continue to accompany Xiang Ying on his journey south. The two parties shook hands and went their separate ways.
When Satrauman walked out of the train station, he gave the train a sharp look before he got on the carriage, "Huh... Xiang Ying, just wait to be eaten alive!"
