At this time, Qian Dahao, the largest grain merchant in Paris, France, was sitting in his shop.
Qian Dahao is not Liu Dahao. They are just one word apart, and he does not have a son named Qian Mingzheng.
Ever since Liu Zheng became rich, he has often been jokingly called: "Old Qian, you almost became the father of our chief assistant, Long Yan..."
Regarding such a joke, Qian Dahao just smiled and said nothing. To him, this kind of thing was just like what a certain Khan said, and even the bastards in the wishing fountain dared not think of it.
After thinking about this, Qian Dahao would not take this kind of thing to heart.
"Old Qian, someone is looking for you."
When Qian Dahao was taking a break from his work, he suddenly heard a voice. Qian Dahao was startled and asked, "Who is it?"
Normally at this time, almost no one would come to see him. This is a foreign country. There are not many people in Longyan, and there are not many people in Longyan who know him.
Although Qian Dahao has built his business into the largest food supplier in Paris, in the eyes of the French, he is just a food buyer.
The number of people who usually come to see him is even rarer.
Qian Dahao hurriedly walked out, but saw a woman wearing European aristocratic clothing walking in surrounded by three guards.
Qian Dahao frowned, looked at the woman's face, and exclaimed.
She is a dragon flame!
It is rare for a Longyan person to wear European aristocratic clothes, which is enough to show that this woman's status is not ordinary.
"Excuse me, this young lady, what business do you have with me?" Qian Dahao asked in Longyan dialect with much respect.
Jiang Xuelan didn't put on any airs. A faint smile appeared on her face and she said, "Mr. Qian, I want to do a business with you. You can rest assured that I will pay enough money for it."
Qian Dahao said oh, but he was confused in his heart. He was just a flour seller, so how could he have any business with the other party?
"May I ask what the business is? To be fair, Miss, I'm just selling some flour here."
"I need to use the channels in my husband's hands to release a message to me."
As Jiang Xuelan spoke, he took out the token given to him by Feng Zhenyun from his arms.
Seeing this token with the character Liu engraved on it, Qian Dahao immediately understood the identity of the young lady in front of him.
Even if he is not Liu Zheng, he is not far away. No wonder he has a distinguished status and can wear the aristocratic clothes of France.
He bowed his head to bow, but was supported by Jiang Xuelan and said: "Long Yan has long lost such etiquette."
"I am a businessman originally. I am using my identity as a businessman to discuss business with you. I hope you will not refuse."
Qian Dahao nodded and said: "Of course, if you have any orders, just tell me. I will do my best!"
Jiang Xuelan said softly: "I need you to do some activities..."
A glimmer of light flashed in Qian Dahao's eyes, he cupped his hands and said, "I'll get this done right now!"
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At this time, Zhang Mang and Yang Dong.
They spent one more night in Paris and have not dared to enter the city until now.
Seeing that the city of Paris is now surrounded by French troops, everyone entering and leaving needs to be interrogated.
Zhang Mang and Yang Dong were so nervous that they did not dare to act rashly.
They looked towards the city gate in the distance where French soldiers were checking.
Zhang Mang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After being away for so long, the two of them were already hungry. Although Paris was prosperous, this was a deserted suburb with nothing to satisfy their hunger.
If they couldn't find anything to eat, both of them would starve to death here.
The two of them dressed up in disguise, trying their best to make themselves look less like Longyan people, and then they mustered up the courage to walk over.
Zhang Mang held Yang Dong's hand tightly and felt that the other person's hand was trembling when he saw the Frenchman in front of him walking in.
He tightened his clothes and walked over with a grin.
But Yang Dong, who was holding his hand, was hiding behind him, trembling.
The French soldier glanced at Zhang Mang and saw the dirt on his face and the farm tools he was carrying.
Dressed like a French peasant, the woman behind him was also dressed very simply, but covered her head tightly, as if she was very afraid of them French soldiers.
"Raise your head!" the French soldier shouted coldly.
Yang Dong didn't understand the French language, so when he heard the angry voice, he shrank behind Zhang Mang in fright.
Zhang Mang's words were not pure, and he said in a leaky voice: "She can't hear me, I will do it."
The French officer looked at Zhang Mang's sloppy look with his mouth open and a few missing teeth, and didn't pay much attention.
Zhang Mang was left to turn around and make dancing gestures to Yang Dong.
When Zhang Mang turned around, Yang Dong raised his head shyly.
The French officer went over and found that the wrinkled face looked like that of a peasant woman, so he was not embarrassed and waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.
Seeing the two people waving, Zhang Mang smiled and led Yang Dong into Paris.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but did not wipe the disguise off their faces.
Zhang Mang sighed and was surprised: "Yang Dong, I didn't expect you to have such ability. Those French soldiers just now didn't notice anything was wrong at all."
Yes, the makeup on their faces was all painted by Yang Dong, and the materials used were all the simplest plant ash.
Yang Dong smiled and said: "That's right, I don't even know who painted it."
"However, there are more French soldiers in the city. Are we really not afraid of being caught by the French army when we come in?"
Zhang Mang looked at the French soldiers patrolling on the street and said, "Don't worry, as the saying goes, it's dark under the lights. There are many Longyan people in Paris, as well as our embassy. Only the embassy that can contact us, Everything will be fine.”
"And it's already the second day. They must not have thought that we were back in Paris."
Yang Dong nodded heavily. She believed Zhang Mang. Without him, her group would have suffered a lot in the French factory, and they might even have died there.
At this moment, the stomachs of both of them growled in unison.
The two of them wanted to take a look, and almost forgot the original purpose of going to the city, to find something to eat.
"Let's think about how to solve this meal."
The two smiled at each other and walked on the streets of Paris.
There are many businesses here, but the two people escaped without any money, so naturally they couldn't buy anything to eat.
Zhang Mang can only learn the life skills of begging. As for stealing and working, the two of them don't want to be targeted by the police in Paris so soon.
There are many people begging for a living in Paris, and even two of them are not that many.
At this time, Zhang Mang suddenly noticed an activity on a grain store. It said: Challenge impossible to say the meaning of these words, and you can redeem the prize!
When they saw that sentence written in traditional Chinese, the two of them were shocked!
