Seeing that there were more and more people in front of the door, Andrew, who had finally got rid of the shackles of his thoughts, always wanted to find something to do. He returned to the National Convention Hall on the Equality Building and saw only a farce that continued to be staged. He was so confident that he would not participate. After listening to a short period, he ran away from the House of Assembly on the pretext of being busy with official duties. The general entered the Army Department on the unified floor on duty, but found that the position of the Deputy Minister of the Army Department was only high and low, and all rights were in the hands of the Public Security Committee. In addition to receiving two large amounts of wages regularly, he was just staying in the office to sort out messy documents. They were all outdated documents, so they were naturally boring.

A few days later, Andrew began to miss the life in the military camp. Under the strong encouragement of his followers, the general bought a large number of good wine and vegetables and transported them to the station of the guards' camp outside Paris, and lasted for several days to drink and revel in the officers and soldiers. It was not until Commissioner Barras asked the general to return to Paris for the third time in the name of the Public Security Committee that Andrew returned home in a depressed manner. He continued to stay in the Army Department, flirting with boring documents, or watching the funny performances of the guys who were not verbal in the parliament hall.

Another day was over, and Andrew sat in a carriage with his tired body and was about to return to his official residence in Balas. Andrew came to Paris for nearly a month, but he had been living in his mentor's house. Although he was rich and had a lot of money, he could not be so arrogant that he bought real estate in Paris. The dormitory arranged by the Army Department was too simple and he had to pay for it himself. In comparison, it was a free comfort nest. The carriage passed by a cafe, which was where Mrs. Leise bought oriental specialties. The general who was thinking about it called a car and stopped, and after a few words to the guards, he took Julisses in.

It is better to say it is a cafe. It is better to say that it is a inferior tavern. This shop occupies the ground floor of a three-story house with two hanging windows on the facade. At the entrance of the arched dark alley, a Chinese-style lantern is shaking, and the broken glass is written with red pen "Coffee and Wine" in red. This is a wide but low restaurant with black rafters on the smoky ceiling and a shabby chandelier emits a dim light. The lime powder walls are cracked everywhere, and some vulgar paintings or slang are painted.

There are some aphorisms written on the language. There is a slight growing on the ground and mud everywhere; under the chandelier, on the right side of the door, is the counter of Ograth, and a handful of hay is sprinkled under the counter as a carpet. A layer of lead is nailed on the counter, and some iron hoops are placed on it, and large wine glasses with different amounts are marked with solder. A wooden board is nailed to the wall, with several glass bottles on it, which are shaped like a full body image of a famous person. The bottle contains a mixed red and green beverage, and the names are "Little Red Riding Hood Wine", "Revolutionary Scent", etc.

Because it was around 5 pm, there were not many guests in the tavern, and the idle people ran home to have supper. It was the prime time for the owners to wait until 7 to 10 pm, but it had to close after 10:30 because Paris was still imposing a curfew. At the bar, there were men and women. They were blunt and dull, chatting and laughing about vulgar and obscene topics, and some were silent and melancholy, dull and demented. This was the public activity space for the citizens of the lower classes of Paris.

"Balas, who is greedy for pleasure, will ask people to go to such a dirty place to buy refreshments?" Andrew, with questions, walked to a long table in diameter, which was far away from the counter, and seemed very quiet. Due to the lack of people, the owner lit many candles, which caused the light to be very dark. Almost no one noticed that there was an oriental person in the tavern, let alone the general who entered the door wrapped himself in a coat.

"Good afternoon! General Andrew." A simple greeting reminded Andrew. The words were very ordinary but shocked the general. It was the speaker in Chinese. Although the pronunciation was not very standard, he could hear it clearly. Andrew turned around and saw a tall and handsome young man standing beside him. The voice was made by him. From his appearance, he was only about 20 years old, his blue eyes were mixed with a little black. Maybe he was a mixed-race man with a ponytail and dressed very fashionable and simple, but he felt like a declining nobleman who was playing with the rag on his hands like a juggling.

"Hello, citizen!" Andrew responded briefly, the first sentence was in Chinese and the second sentence was in French: "Please help us with some beer."

The male waiter did not arrange the orders as the general ordered, but pulled out a chair and sat opposite Andrew, and said with a smile: "There are so many fine wines in the house of Balas. It is hard to imagine that the mountain general did not taste the fine wines, but came to such a place to find inferior beer. Tsk, tsk, it is really puzzling."

Andrew signaled the orderly to go to another table. He knew that the mixed-race boy in front of him had something to say, and then said, "Well, of course there is a reason. I am looking for someone to make peach pastry."

"Why?" asked the male waiter.

"Because he put poison in the pastry, he almost suffocated to death by the Deputy Minister of the Army. I want to arrest him with my own charge of murder!" Andrew, who was in a serious tone, took out his short gun and began to fiddle with him.

"Damn it, I just put mustard, what kind of poison is that? Pierre swears in front of his mother's tombstone that what he said is true!" The waiter was a little angry, jumped up and shouted, causing everyone else to wait and see. Or Ulises walked up and explained, and brought beer and wine glasses to the two of them.

"Oh, you're the one who makes oriental pastry?!" Andrew asked, his expression still cold.

"Yes, General! I just want to..." The pastry-making man was a little scared.

"Just want to lead me here." Andrew interjected.

"Yes. But I have no malice." The waiter who made the pastry explained hurriedly.

"I know, otherwise, we will meet in the interrogation room." Andrew felt funny. The revenge of the day before yesterday was finally avenged, but he continued with his cold face: "Now, you can introduce yourself. I'm listening to see if you can accept the reason you explained."

"Yes, yes, obey the order, general." The waiter poured a glass of beer for the general and himself, and then stuttered and began to describe his experience:

His name is Pierre Jin, 28 years old. He is a descendant of the Chinese and French. His great-grandfather was a surviving soldier in the Southern Ming Dynasty. When the last navy of the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, he jumped into the sea to escape. He was rescued by a Dutch merchant ship. He worked as a coolie on the ship and went to France. He worked as a long-term worker in the vineyard of Dijon. Later, he married the only daughter of the farmer, became a son-in-law, and inherited the manor. Pierre studied in the Department of Literature of the Sorbonne University. The handsome appearance of the mixed-race child and inherited the romantic character of his mother, as well as the jingle of Jin Louis in the wallet, created a playboy. When the Revolution broke out, his parents were both sent to the guillotine because of their sympathy for a certain noble, and the manor at home was also occupied by Eberts in the Jacobins.

All this was like a bolt from the blue. The young master who lost his family had no money, his former friends were gone, and the relatives who left his hometown to defect to his mother were treated coldly. A series of accidents made the landlord understand something, throw away the sonnets in his hand, and walk into the School of Political Science at the University of Paris. While doing two part-time jobs, he continued his studies and lived. He vowed that he would personally get back everything he had lost with both hands.

Of course Pierre understood that he was poor and could not win the things he wanted, and he needed the help of a noble man, and this noble man chose General Andrew, who was also related to the Eastern blood. When he learned that Andrew had obtained the position of commander of the Toulon Legion, he asked about the general's secret history; he learned a few pitiful Chinese from the ocean merchants everywhere; used all his savings to exchange for some oriental tea and pastry skills for making peach pastry; he also tried every means to establish a good relationship with Mrs. Leise, and often made some pastries to send to the official residence of Balas. A few days before Andrew returned to Paris, he deliberately added some mustard to the peach pastry because Europeans liked this taste, and few orientals, especially Chinese, tried it. This was what he spent an afternoon hearing from an old captain.

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Listening to Pierre's confession, Andrew still stared at the other person expressionlessly, trying to detect a slight lie from his restless eyes, but Andrew was disappointed. With his own experience and intuition, he knew that this was considered a small half of his compatriots and could not see any information that was unfavorable to the general himself.

So the general asked, "What's the matter with me?" Andrew asked knowingly, that was because he didn't like Pierre's merchant-like cunning and spent so much time and money to see himself.

Pierre felt that the general was unhappy, and he was shameless and still said, "I want to surrender to the general!"

"What are your abilities? Is it shooting and riding, or to mobilize troops?" Andrew mocked.

"None of them! I'm shameless. I can do anything despicable, and I do it very well!" Pierre gritted his teeth and whispered something he didn't want to say, because the general in front of him put too much mental pressure on him.

"Oh, this is indeed a surprise, but how can it help me?" Andrew was surprised at the other party's straightforwardness, but he didn't want to accept him just now.

"I can spend 20 Rifters to exchange tea worth 20 gold francs from Venetian merchants. This is a business act, and can gain additional benefits for your army in military supply; in terms of words, my debate skills are unmatched, at least in school. Maybe the general doesn't know that I have met almost all the socialites in the Paris market and have had close contact with many of them; in addition, I am familiar with the civilian conditions of Paris and maintain a good cooperative relationship with local gangsters. I can verify any gossip for the general, and spread rumors for the general. My joining will definitely benefit the general!" The more Pierre spoke, the more fluent he spoke, the more confident he became. Despicable he wrote on his face, shamelessly hanging on his chest.

"What you said is not necessary to me!" Andrew felt a little impatient when he heard it, and hated the rogue proletariat very much. He put away his short gun and wanted to get up and leave, but was grabbed by the acute Pierre.

"General, please believe me. Pierre can bring you the most desired guests!" Seeing Andrew's angry look on his face, Pierre quickly let go of his hand and begged in a low voice.

"Since you are so capable, why don't you defect to others?" Andrew still got into the position. Although he wanted to hear what kind of guests Pierre could bring to him, he held back first because he didn't want the other party to seize any of his own.

"No one can accept me because he is the son of a noble sympathizer." Pierre said this with a sad face, but he still said: "The poor people bullied me and deprived me of all my property; the nouveau riche looked down on me, because I was poor and had no property to bribe them; the rulers despise me because they were mingled with the socialites. Although I tried to cater to them, there was no result. And you, general, we are compatriots, you have no foundation and need a loyal lackey like me to serve you."

Note: The French call lackeys is a compliment, not a swear word imagined by Chinese people!

"I need to prove how to reflect your loyalty!" Andrew asked casually, because he didn't agree.

"I can reveal to the general that the personal privacy of any dignitary official is absolutely true and reliable, including your future father-in-law and member of the Barras. Also, the Ebert is planning a citizen riot, but the time has not been finalized. Prosecutor General Schomet of the Paris Commune does not support them. My compatriot, this is a big deal!" Pierre lowered his voice again and told a secret.

"Oh!" Andrew heard the word "competent" popping out of the rogue's mouth again, feeling extremely disgusting, but was still attracted by Pierre's second sentence. History records that Eberle's uprising plan was very meticulous, and was only betrayed by spies in the final stage. This knowledgeable gangster, Pierre could actually learn this shocking secret more than a month in advance. It seemed that he still had some tricks. Andrew suppressed his disgust and asked, "How do you know Eberle's plan?"

"Of course, this is a secret. If the general can accept me, I will not reserve it. In addition, there is something that I just said, I can find the guests you want for the general!" Pierre avoided the question and emphasized the topic of the guests again.

"Which guest?" Andrew lost the confidence of guessing fans and simply asked directly.

"Haha, I can't tell you now. But, General, can you tell me when it's time?" Pierre's face once again showed a cunning look.

"6:30." Andrew took out his pocket watch and told him in anger, but found that the slutty young man was staring at the pocket watch in his hand, which was a greedy gaze.

"Okay, there are two hours left. An important guest will come to the home of Commissioner Barras to visit the general at 8:30 pm. Of course, this is all my credit. If the general thinks that Pierre has some skills, please accept me and give me this pocket watch, what?" Before the matter was done, Pierre began to make a deal with Andrew.

"Trade!" Andrew spit out the words of a merchant, took a few silver coins from Julisses and threw them on the table. He got up and left without looking back, and walked out of the tavern. The orderly man followed him, leaving only Pierre climbing on the ground, searching for a silver coins that had just slipped off the table.
Chapter completed!