Chapter 85 Accidents

After all, this kind of talent is popular everywhere, and the U.S. government has owed them a year's salary.

Compared with the enthusiasm of the Swiss, the French are very stiff.

In the past, France was very affectionate to China, because both nations liked revolution and blood. However, after the anti-dumping incident, the relationship between the two countries has plummeted.

And Pan Hongsheng's task is to figure out the secrets.

Although it is ostensibly due to the battle of interests, the old man ** is aware that everything has begun to change since the new President Marshall came to power.

Even in the previous financial crises, the United States was so tragic, and even Britain complained that France has always supported the United States.

This abnormal situation is really rare, because the French have always been a great country. They feel that they are elegant, noble and elegant, far more imperial than those Americans.

How can a Frenchman who has always been proud choose to be someone else's younger brother in this situation? With this question, Pan Hongsheng arrived in Paris as a government communicationer.

The romantic capital is luxurious, but in the shadow of the financial crisis, everything seems to be stagnant.

The street, which used to be full of tourists, was completely shut down due to the strike movement.

The French love to strike. Pan Hongsheng has seen it not once or twice. On his last trip to Europe, he saw that there was no one on the street. Only the government gate was crowded and full of protesters.

"Protest! Protest against the government's cuts in health care spending!"

A girl with a red hat is only about seventeen or eight years old, but she looks extremely excited.

Pan Hongsheng carefully drilled through the protesters and made physical contact with these angry people from time to time.

In the chaos, his wallet slipped out of his arms, and he quickly lowered his head to pick it up.

Suddenly, I looked up and ran into a pair of soft things.

In front of them are two hill-like papayas. The owners of papayas are staring at themselves with blue eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Pan Hongsheng quickly apologized: "I didn't mean to..."

After all, the French girl curled her lips and said, "It doesn't matter. It's mainly because of me..."

After saying that, she proudly lowered her head and looked at her chest, and then her eyes hit Pan Hongsheng fiercely with the radio wave!

Pan Hongsheng was a little drowsy: Fortunately, the girls didn't follow, otherwise...

At the gate of the presidential palace, the guard wore a helmet and shouted nervously, "Don't go too much! If you get closer, you will shoot!"

No wonder those protesters are far away from the gate, because the French Constitution stipulates that the boundary between protest and riot assassination is on this line.

Even if you stay outside for three days and three nights, take off your pants, pee, fart and scold the president, his family is fine, but once you approach the door and try to break in, the guard is fully qualified to kill you!

"Hey, take it easy, relax, buddy!" Pan Hongsheng tried to communicate with him in a foreign way, but the other party pulled out his gun.

"I count three times, you have to step back! You're asking for trouble!" The guard seemed to be in a state of nervous breakdown tortured by these protesters. In this case, Pan Hongsheng knew that the other party was likely to shoot.

"Peng!" But just as he spread out his hands, the other party shot without warning!

Pan Hongsheng did not move.

Everyone was stunned, and the protest sign held high in their hands fell to the ground.

The bullet drew a clear trajectory in the air, and finally suddenly hit something and fell weakly to the ground.

"You are crazy! Shoot whatever you want!" Another guard was stunned and disarmed the shooter.

"Mr. Pan, you are finally here!" A woman in a white suit came over. She looked at the bullets on the ground in surprise, and then looked at the safe Pan Hongsheng and asked in surprise, "You are wearing a bulletproof vest."

"Ah, yes." Pan Hongsheng knows how to reduce the trouble of explanation.

The woman in a white suit fiercely pointed to the security guard who caused the accident: "You actually attacked a foreign envoy. Do you know what the crime is?"

"I don't care! I hate these black-haired guys! They are the devils, they messed up everything! They are the one who made our country like this! That's what the prophet said!" The guard was so excited that he wanted to stand up, but his arms were grabbed by two big men, and his hat fell off to reveal his bald head.

"Put him down! You are a disgrace to the country!" The white suit woman hung frost on her face. After an order, the roaring bald guard had pulled it down.

One of his leather shoes is still lying quietly on the ground, proving that he once existed.

"I'm really sorry..." The woman smiled awkwardly: "This is really our dereliction of duty... Didn't it hurt you?"

"It's not hurt... But my identity doesn't allow me to be indifferent to this matter..." Pan Hongsheng raised his face: "What's going on? What's wrong with the prophet he said? Do you use this kind of extremist as a guard?

The woman bowed and laughed repeatedly: "We will compensate you for all your losses as much as possible... I hope you don't make a sound at this time..."

"Who are they?" Pan Hongsheng turned his head with a sneer, only to find that the protesters had been scattered for a long time.

These people were scared when they saw the shooting.

They didn't know the inside story and thought the guard was driven crazy.

Under normal circumstances, Pan Hongsheng will not care about a woman, but now he is at least a government-apult worker. Although the level is not high, it is really a good reason to be angry about this kind of treatment.

The French side was obviously scared by this matter. Originally, according to Pan Hongsheng, he could only have some communication with the president's secretary, but now he was directly received by President Marshall.

Marshall is a middle-aged man with a rigid face and dull eyes. Although he looks young, he is very haggard.

After he took over the French problem, the economy was in a mess, and the military was stagnant. He even had serious differences with China, a trading partner that has always had a good relationship. There have been calls for him to step down for a long time, but over the years, he has been sitting more and more firmly in the position of president.

Sometimes, the people and the government always present a polarized situation, and the mystery in the middle is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

For Pan Hongsheng, seeing the French president as a small clerk should be a super-standard courtesy. But he knew very well that this kind of courtesy was exchanged after he was shot.

"I'm sorry, on behalf of all the staff, I apologize to you. We are not very cautious in selecting personnel. There are "Moses" extremists who have sneaked into the guard team..." Marshall's expressionless, crossed his hands and fingers to look at each other. Pan Hongsheng is a The second-natural posture can't help but be a little annoyed.

After all, he is the president of France. Although the person standing on the stage of supreme power is subject to many restrictions like the President of the United States, he received such a small office worker in his capacity and apologized as soon as he came up. He felt that he was polite enough.

"I'm glad to hear your apology, but I still don't understand what you're talking about. What is Moses teaching...?" Pan Hongsheng put on the posture of a professional diplomat and did not feel humble.

"That's a big trouble, which has been bothering us for many years..." Marshall suddenly wanted to change the topic when he said this. He pressed the bell of the secretary: "Leon, pour a cup of tea for Mr. Pan Hongsheng, Chinese tea."

Pan Hongsheng couldn't help but be a little distracted, because the other party used tables, chairs and the whole set of office facilities exactly the same as in his office!

Even the position of the electric bell that summons the secretary is almost the same.

He suddenly remembered something: "Mr. President, is your table... made in China?"

"No, it's imported," Marshall suddenly smiled: "Don't look. This is imported Chinese goods, because it's cheaper and practical. You know our Congress is very stingy."

Pan Hongsheng smiled and thought deeply after laughing: the restrictive role of the Congress is really powerful...

Maybe no matter how well I have a good relationship with the president, some decisions are still monitored by the Congress. It seems that this abnormal change in France must be related to the Congress!

No matter how close Marshall is to the United States, he is just a person. As long as Congress disagrees with some of his bills, it will not be realized and will even be impeached.

But Congress has never questioned Marshall on the dumping case, which is very telling.

If there are not enough supporters in Congress, Marshall can't even stand firm! The reason why I can still pass away... The thick legs must be in Congress!

He talked to Marshall without saying a word, and it was obvious that the other party was always bypassing something.

When Pan Hongsheng mentioned something about Moses, Marshall immediately bypassed the topic and talked about him.

In fact, foreigners still lack the skills in this kind of kung fu. In terms of language and art, Chinese people are particularly good at it.

Especially these official cliches and words.

When the British ambassador visited the Qing government, he was stunned by the official in charge of reception in a few words.

After returning to China, the ambassador wrote a memoir, in which he claimed: "Nothing is better at talking in a roundabout way than Chinese people!"

This sentence is actually very true.