Freedom is never something you want to have, and this is true in any country.

The French fought for the freedom they pursued, and they sacrificed their blood for it. But in fact, they had no idea who they were fighting for from the beginning.

Freedom? Fairness? Democracy?

These are the easiest things to inspire people's fighting spirit, but from another perspective, they are also the most empty and illusory things. Everyone who is fighting for this has no idea where these things are and when they will appear.

Of course, let alone giving up these, at least the current situation has changed a lot. The collective turnover of the 51st and 52nd Panzer Army of the French army has brought about a major turning point.

The French government, which was in chaos, now had no time to deal with the riot citizens. At the same time, they had lost the support of the United States. Now they were more concerned about how to save their lives and property.

President Katri and Prime Minister Sinager are completely untrustworthy, and they are unable to protect themselves now. So, whose help should we seek? I don’t know when a rumor began to spread among these government officials: to Dewey Bank, where Mr. Moyol Wittgenstein will be able to ensure their safety.

Many people have heard of the name of Mr. Moyol Wittgenstein, the head of the "Lion Fund", but what is confusing is that does a financial investment have such great skills? But at such a time, it is still worth trying. Salam, director of the Paris Personnel Affairs Bureau, is one of them.

On the afternoon of the Great Uprising in Paris, the rebels occupied several streets, and the unlucky Salam family lived in one of the streets. He remembered that in the afternoon, more than a dozen uninvited guests broke into the house, and they announced the acquisition of their house "in the name of **". When Salam's wife protested, the **s told her righteously:

"For the sake of **, this is the greatest honor for you corrupt people. I think if you do not agree to the outside request, the blood on the gallows has not dried up for hundreds of years..."

The poor woman was frightened, and she could only take her family to live in a smallest bedroom, allowing those rude and rude guys to destroy the house she had carefully cleaned.

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She tried to talk to her husband on the phone. When she heard the news, Salam, who was usually arrogant, was completely frightened.

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What to do? What to do? His family is in danger of life anytime and anywhere. Will they seek government help? But now the government itself is already in a state of anxiety, so there is no time to take care of him, the director of the Human Resources Bureau.

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Are you just sitting there waiting? No, God knows what terrible things will be done by those crazy thugs.

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Just when he was at a loss, someone gave him an idea to go to Dewey Bank to seek the help of Mr. Moyol Wittgenstein, maybe he could think of a solution.

Salam also has a large amount of deposits at Dewey Bank. At first, he didn't believe it very much when he heard the news. Does a finance person really have that great power? But he was desperate and could only take the risk and try it.

When he went to Dewey Bank, he thought the bank had closed, but what he didn't expect was that the bank was brightly lit, and there were a large number of armed guards defending the place with live ammunition. From time to time, insurrectionists passed by the bank, but no one dared to disturb the place.

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This also quickly increased Salam's confidence.

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"I am here to meet Mr. Wittgenstein...ah, I am Salam, the director of the Paris Personnel Affairs Bureau." Salam said cautiously.

The guard at the door looked at him coldly: "Wait." He didn't seem to take the director seriously at all.

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He picked up the phone and turned around after asking for advice from the bank: "Mr. Wittgenstein is waiting for you inside..."

Salam hurried in. He was the first to see Rottini Rottini, the chairman of the BNP Paribas, whom he knew, warmly greeted him: "Hey, Mr. Director, are you here to find Mr. Wittgenstein too?"

"Are you here to find Mr. Wittgenstein?" This sentence suddenly stimulated Salam. It seemed that many people had visited Dewey Bank before.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Rottini, I'm here to find Mr. Wittgenstein," Salam said cautiously.

"Then come in with me." Rottini took him to an office, knocked on the door gently, and then pushed it open.

What surprised Salam was that he actually saw his colleague, Dietlo, the director of the Paris Water Political Bureau, at this time Dietlo, the expression on his face looked very complicated, both happy and sad. It was hard to imagine how these two expressions appeared on the same person's face.

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"Thank you, Mr. Wittgenstein." Dietlo said to Wang Weiyi, "Mr. Wittgenstein" sitting behind the desk: "Thank you for your protection for me and my family, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Wang Weiyi said coldly.

When Dietluo saw Salam, he just nodded to him, then sighed heavily and quickly left the place.

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Salam could not imagine what happened to Director Dietluo, so he came to his desk carefully: "Hello, Mr. Wittgenstein, I am Salam, the director of the Paris Personnel Affairs Bureau."

"Director Salam, please sit down." Wang Weiyi said coldly: "Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"Yes, I've had some trouble," Salam said with courage. "Some of the people rushed into my home, occupied my house, and even kidnapped my family. I don't know what to do. Everyone knows that I am an honest person, and they told me that I can ask for help here... Mr. Wittgenstein, I'll ask you to help me."

"Are you an honest person?" Wang Weiyi smiled: "Based on the things I know, your reputation in Paris is not good... You always like to use your power to blackmail foreigners who want to settle in Paris... Oh, I also heard that once I even slept with a foreign woman. Although she had a husband, she had to endure such humiliation in order to be able to settle in Paris. But what did you do? You left this poor woman by your side and acted as your long-term plaything, and the police of the Card Office took her husband away and expelled him from Paris. The poor woman still doesn't know that her husband is no longer in Paris...."

Salam had a pale face, he had no idea how Mr. Wittgenstein knew these things.

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"Okay, that's your personal matter, I'm not interested in taking care of that much." Wang Weiyi said lightly: "Your family was kidnapped by the slaughter? Your house was also occupied? Of course I have a way to help you solve these things, but the prerequisite is how much you are willing to pay..."

Hope suddenly rose in Salam's heart. It seemed that all the people outside said were true.

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To be continued...