After all, such talents are popular everywhere, and the US government has already owed them a year of salary.

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

In the past, France had a lot of feelings for China because both ethnic groups like revolution and passionate blood. But since the anti-dumping incident, the relationship between the two countries plummeted.

And Pan Hongsheng’s task is to figure out the hidden truth.

Although it was an object of interest dispute, the old man sensitively realized that everything has begun to change since the new president Marshall came to power.

Even though it was so tragic by the United States in the previous few financial crises, even Britain had complaints that France has always supported the United States.

This abnormal situation is really rare, because the French have always regarded themselves as great powers, and they feel that they are elegant, noble and dignified, far more emperor-like than those Americans.

How could the French, who have always been proud, choose to be someone else's younger brother in this situation? Pan Hongsheng came to Paris as a government exchange staff member with this question.

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

The streets, which were once full of tourists, were completely shut down due to strike movements.

French people love to strike, and Pan Hongsheng has seen this for not once or twice. On his last trip to Europe, he has seen the situation of not seeing anyone on the streets. Only the government gate is crowded with protesters.

"Protest! Protest the government cuts healthcare spending!"

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

Pan Hongsheng carefully crawled 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 encountered a pair of soft things.

In front of me were papayas like two hills. The owner of the papaya was staring at him with his blue eyes seriously.

"Sorry!" Pan Hongsheng quickly apologized: "I didn't mean it..."

The French girl was hot and curled her lips and said, "It's okay, it's mainly because of me..."

After saying that, she proudly looked down at her chest, and then her eyes were fiercely attacking Pan Hongsheng with radio waves!

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

When he arrived at the gate of the Presidential Palace, the guards wore a helmet and shouted nervously: "Don't go too far! If you get closer, you will shoot!"

No wonder those protesters are far away from the door, because the French Constitution stipulates that the boundary between protest and riots and assassinations is between this line.

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

"Hey, don't be nervous, relax, guy!" Pan Hongsheng tried to communicate with him in a foreign way, but the other party drew his gun.

"I'll count three times, you have to back down! This is something you're asking for trouble!" The guard seemed to be tortured by these protesters and was a little broken. Under such circumstances, Pan Hongsheng knew in his heart that the other party was likely to shoot.

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

Pan Hongsheng did not move.

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

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

"You're crazy! Just shoot!" 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 Pan Hongsheng, who was safe and sound, and asked in surprise: "You are wearing a bulletproof vest."

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

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

"I don't care! I hate these black-haired guys! They are devils, they messed up everything! The reason why our country is like this is their fault! That's what the prophet said!" The guard was excited to stand up, but two big men grabbed his arms tightly, and his hat fell off and showed his bald head.

"Boll him down! You are a shame to the country!" The woman in white suit had frost on her face. After giving the order, the bald guard who was roaring was already pulled down.

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

"I'm so embarrassed..." the woman smiled crampedly: "This is really our dereliction of duty... Didn't you hurt you?"

"It's not hurt...but my identity does not allow me to be calm about this..." Pan Hongsheng tensed his face: "What's going on? What's the prophet he mentioned? Do you use such extreme religious elements as guards?"

The woman bowed repeatedly and smiled: "We will compensate you for all losses as much as possible... I hope you don't make any statement at this time..."

"Who are there?" Pan Hongsheng sneered and turned his head, but found that the protesters had already scattered birds and beasts.

When they saw the shooting, these people were scared.

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

Under normal circumstances, Pan Hongsheng would not care about a woman, but now he is a staff member sent by the government. Although his level is not high, he is really a reason to get angry with this kind of treatment.

The French side was obviously scared by this incident. Originally, according to Pan Hongsheng's identity, he could only communicate with the presidential secretary, but now he has been directly received by President Marshall.

Marshall is a middle-aged man with a rigid face and dull eyes. Although he looks like he is not old last year, he is very haggard.

After he took over, France had been in trouble, economic chaos, military stagnation, and even had serious differences with China, which had always had good relations with his trading partner. There had been calls from the people to step down, but in recent years, he has become more and more stable in the position of president.

Sometimes, the people and the officials always show polarization, and the secrets in the middle are something that ordinary people cannot understand.

For Pan Hongsheng, meeting the French president as a small clerk should be considered a super-standard courtesy. But he knew very well that this courtesy was only received by himself after being shot.

"Sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of all the staff. We are not very cautious in selecting personnel. Extremists from the "Mosesic Church" were actually mixed into the guard team..." Marshall looked at the other party with his fingers crossed his hands and fingers. He saw that Pan Hongsheng was taking it for granted and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

After all, he is the president of France. Although he is on the stage of supreme power, he is as restricted as the president of the United States, but he apologized as soon as he comes up with such a small staff member. He feels he is already polite enough.

"I'm glad to hear your apology, but I still don't understand. What is the Moses religion you are talking about?" Pan Hongsheng acted like a professional diplomat, without saying a word.

"That was a big trouble, which has troubled us for many years..." Marshall suddenly wanted to change the topic when he said this. He pressed the ringtone of the caller of his secretary: "Lyon, pour a cup of tea for Mr. Pan Hongsheng, Chinese tea."

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

Even the location of the electric bell that summoned the secretary was almost the same.

He suddenly remembered something: "Mr. President, is your table... made from your home?"

"No, it's imported," Marshall suddenly smiled: "No need to look at it. This is your imported Chinese goods, because it is cheaper and practical, you know that our Congress is very stingy."

Pan Hongsheng smiled, and after laughing, he thought deeply: The restrictive effect of Congress is indeed very powerful...

Perhaps no matter how good the relationship between me and this president is, some decisions are still under the surveillance of Congress. It seems that such abnormal changes in France must be related to Congress!

No matter how pro-US Marshall is, he is just a person. As long as Congress disagrees with some of his proposals, it will not be realized, and he will even be impeached.

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

If there are no sufficient supporters in Congress, Marshall will not even stand firm! The reason why he can still die now... the thick legs must be in Congress!

He had a conversation with Marshall without a word, and it was obvious that the other party was always bypassing something.

When Pan Hongsheng mentioned the matter about Moses, Marshall immediately avoided the topic and talked about him.

In fact, foreigners still lack the ability to do this kind of kung fu, and Chinese people are particularly good at language arts.

Especially these official words and clichés and words are in them.

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

After returning to China, the ambassador wrote a memoir, claiming: "Nothing is better at speaking than the Chinese!"

This sentence is actually very realistic.
Chapter completed!