Without thinking, Zhang Yiping reached out and shook hands with Qingyue to introduce himself. "My name is Zhang Yiping, and we are here to exchange competitions in France! Last night, I met a bad driver and threw me halfway. I remembered his car number. When I get back, I will definitely’ Facebook’ him and let him not lose his job. My name is not Zhang Yiping! "
Green is still not white Zhang Yiping said what Zhang Yiping has climbed the green is the classic car you’re welcome to sit in the back seat clap here and touch there tut said "good secret! Your consulate still has such an antique car, and even the driver is a French guy, which is an antique. "
"It seems that the hills, trees, fields and villages around here are very antique. I am too modern and a little out of place. Yes, what is the tourist area here? It’s good to engage in retro tourism projects … "
Qingyue couldn’t understand what Zhang Yiping said for a while and asked, "Did our embassy receive any news about the exchange game?"
Zhang Yiping said otherwise, "How many French people come to France in a year? If everyone comes to your embassy, you will be too busy."
The more you think about it, it’s also their embassy. Even the minister rarely goes out for activities, so it’s reasonable not to know.
"I’m going to take a trip to San Quentin! Then return to Paris because those mud legs in Saint-Conten are making trouble. If I don’t stop them, it will probably affect the diplomatic relations between Britain and France! "
This is Zhang Yiping’s turn. He asked, "Is there any mud leg in this capitalist developed country?"? Besides, these mud legs need mediation, sir, you China diplomat? Will it also affect the diplomatic relations between Britain and France? Now let’s China really have so much influence? Since it has such great influence, do you still mind that the diplomatic relations between Britain and France are not diplomatic? "
Zhang Yiping has a series of questions. Qing Yue is also confused and has to be honest. "These mud legs are migrant workers from all over Shandong. These people were fine just now, but soon after they came here, they felt that they were too tired to work and their pay was too low. They didn’t know that there was at least a bowl of rice to eat here. Go back to their hometown and wait for starvation without even a bite!"
Zhang Yiping became more and more confused.
The old car went on to Qingyue and asked, "Does Mr. Zhang know French? People learn that English is not very good at French. This time, although I mainly deal with the British, I sometimes go to French! "
Zhang Yiping is even more confused. The secret of the embassy in France can’t speak French. Is it a migrant worker in Shandong, France? Want to communicate with the British in English? What kind of tour is this?
Cars pass through some villages, and most of them are stone houses. Those French farmers who used to be more proud look like the old, the weak and the sick. They are deaf-headed. They don’t look like farmers in developed capitalist countries at all, but they look like the end of the world.
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Chapter 2 To Kill Bill
The old car is full of doubts. Zhang Yiping is driving the Silent Township Highway. Perhaps it is because it is still early. There are no pedestrians and vehicles on the highway.
In less than twenty minutes, Qingyue pointed to a town in front and said, "St. Cantan is ahead!" "
Driving into San Quentin, a burst of hot air came head-on to the street, and suddenly many people wore outdated costumes and could not hurry.
This is a quaint French town. There is no modern atmosphere, no enthusiasm, no French girls and no street cafes. There is tension and busyness.
The streets are full of dilapidated wagons, and the goods are transported instead of tourists. The low-rise houses are constantly steaming out.
There are also many "British soldiers" carrying rifles. They wear farmer’s helmets and Enfield rifles behind them. Zhang Yiping can tell at a glance that they are British soldiers during World War I.
Qing Yue said, "There was a conflict between a Chinese worker camp and British officials yesterday. Mr. Zhang, we are going to go in and mediate. Where is Mr. Zhang from?"
Shandong province
"It just so happens that most of this camp of South China University of Technology are from Shandong, and their fellow villagers are accommodating. Please ask Mr. Zhang to help persuade them."
Zhang Yiping said, "That’s not good. I’m not from the embassy after all."
"This is not simple? Wait a minute, I’ll tell them these mud legs that you are the minister’s secret and they won’t look down on you. "
Does the minister have many secrets? What about the South China University of Technology Camp? Who is Mud Leg? Zhang Yiping has more questions in his heart.
Zhang Yiping is eager to find out what happened here. He vaguely feels that something is wrong, but he needs more evidence to support it.
The old car crossed the other side of St. Cantan town and entered a wooden fence to build a gate.
Is this what Qingyue said about the Chinese workers’ camp? It depends. It’s almost like Zhongying. The outside is sharpened with wood, wire and ditches. Rows of low-rise bungalows are surrounded by a very large floor in front of them.
Thousands of people are neatly arranged on the floor, and they are China people with black hair and yellow skin. They look a little dull in their rags.
There are ten stakes in front of the queue with five China people tied to them.
There are dozens of British soldiers around them with rifles in their hands, all swinging bayonets, and jǐng is warning around them.
The old car stopped directly in front of the queue.
Qing Yue got into the car, and a British official looked at him coldly at a distance, then continued to speak English to migrant workers and translated his words to South China University of Technology.
Green the more with Zhang Yiping came to the front of the officer looks like the British * * officer didn’t stop talking and turned my head.
After a brief introduction, the British officer named Bill said in English, "Sir, you are late. Yesterday, these mud legs tried to rebel and we have put them down."
"Now the people who tied the stakes are taking the lead in making trouble. Now I decide to tie them to stakes until they die of sun, hunger and thirst!"
Before Qingyue could speak, Zhang Yiping was already angry. He almost shouted in English, "Bill, you have no power to do this. They are citizens of China. I will never allow you to lynch them illegally!"