Chapter 2020: The Flour Shop in Paris

"Long Ao is family, number 386 in the city of Paris."

Zhang Mang pondered the meaning of this sentence and immediately understood the mystery within.

Yang Dong looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Could this be a trap?"

Zhang Mang said decisively, "No!"

"This kind of script is something only we Longyan can read and write; to understand the meaning of this sentence, one must be a scholar who has studied Longyan Culture deeply."

"Few French people today can even recognize Traditional Chinese, let alone understand the content of this sentence."

Zhang Mang had studied French and knew that the word order and expressions of French were vastly different from those of Longyan.

Moreover, the hint at the end was almost an explicit instruction for them to hurry to this location.

It must be that people from Longyan learned of their plight and came to save them!

Zhang Mang clenched his fists, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and whispered to Yang Dong, "Let's go; it is very likely that our people are there."

Hearing this, Yang Dong nodded.

She reminded him, "We must be careful."

The shop at number 386 in the city of Paris was not far from here.

Zhang Mang and Yang Dong arrived quickly and looked at the sign above the door that read "Long Ao Shop, specializing in flour."

The familiar Longyan characters hung above; Zhang Mang and his companion were panting heavily, their hearts full of trepidation.

They did not dare to approach, still having a shred of concern; if this were a fake, he and Yang Dong would have no chance of escape left.

Yang Dong said, "There is still a Longyan Envoy in the city; perhaps we can also find shelter at the Longyan embassy."

"What we can think of, the French can also think of; right now, our Longyan embassy might already be surrounded by the French, just waiting for us to fall into the net."

Zhang Mang looked at Yang Dong, exhaled, and said, "This might be our only chance. I will go over first; if anything happens to me, you must run immediately!"

After speaking, Zhang Mang started to leave, but Yang Dong grabbed his clothes.

"You will die if you get caught!"

Zhang Mang looked over, stared at her reluctant face, and said earnestly, "One of us must survive; the one who lives must pass the news of everything that happened here back to Longyan."

"Yang Dong, we have the lives of twelve hundred people here, not just mine!"

Zhang Mang tugged his clothes, pulled them out of Yang Dong's hand, and walked out resolutely.

Yang Dong watched Zhang Mang's determined stride, her eyes filled with tears.

If the people inside were from the French military, Zhang Mang would surely die!

Zhang Mang walked into the flour shop and saw the people sitting inside; a chill suddenly shot from the soles of his feet to his heart.

The people sitting inside the flour shop were actually French police officers.

Was this a trap?

The French police officer looked at Zhang Mang, who had a look of horror on his face, and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

Zhang Mang froze for a moment, then remembered that he still had makeup on his face; he grinned, revealing his missing front tooth, and said in broken, accented French, "I just came to buy some flour."

"Since the military is here too, I won't disturb your work, heh... heh."

Zhang Mang scratched his head with one hand, gave a bitter, awkward laugh, and prepared to back out of the flour shop.

Just as his feet reached the doorway, the voice of a French Soldier exploded in his ears!

"Stop!"

Zhang Mang felt uneasy in his heart and thought, "This is bad."

Seeing the French Soldier in the room walking toward him, Zhang Mang wanted to run, but his feet felt as if they were cast in lead and could not move at all.

Watching the approaching French Soldier, his heartbeat accelerated violently, almost reaching his throat!

Zhang Mang gritted his teeth and thought: They won't be taking me today, and they won't be leaving alive either!

Zhang Mang clenched his fists, waiting for the French Soldier to get close so he could land a punch!

However, after the French police officer approached, Zhang Mang heard them say:

"Boss, your customer is here; we won't disturb you. We'll come back another day to buy some of your flour."

Zhang Mang watched as the French police officer ignored him, walked past him, and left the place.

After they left, Zhang Mang's heart pounded; he gasped for air like a fish dying of thirst, and a layer of fine, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was just a false alarm.

And just at this moment, the real owner of the flour shop, Qian Dahao, came out; he looked at Zhang Mang and said with a smile, "Customer, what would you like to buy?"

Seeing his Longyan appearance, Zhang Mang felt at ease and said, "I am here to solve the riddle you left behind; that was Longyan script."

Hearing Zhang Mang's crisp and clear Longyan speech, Qian Dahao's expression changed!

"Are you from Australia?"

Zhang Mang nodded.

Qian Dahao was extremely excited: "Great! Miss Jiang has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zhang Mang was stunned and looked at Qian Dahao.

"This is not the place to talk; come inside first."

Zhang Mang nodded and followed Qian Dahao to the inner hall.

After entering, Zhang Mang saw a Longyan woman dressed in European Noble attire and three men with Longyan features in the room.

She was extremely anxious at the moment, pacing back and forth in the room.

Qian Dahao requested, "Miss, those French Soldiers who came to inspect have left, and we have also found a guest from Australia."

Hearing this, Jiang Xuelan's eyes lit up; she looked over eagerly and saw Zhang Mang, who was made up to look like a French person.

Zhang Mang cupped his hands and performed a Longyan salute: "I am Zhang Mang, from Australia!"

Zhang Mang?

Hearing this familiar name, Jiang Xuelan was stunned for a moment, then immediately recalled the Longyan Soldier who had retired due to injury that Feng Zhenyun had told her about.

Later, he became an engineer at the winery; she had not expected this person to be standing right in front of her now.

His identity was already beyond doubt; he was exactly one of the people she had been looking for!

"That's great, I've finally found you!"

"Those detestable French, did they do anything to you!"

Jiang Xuelan said, extremely agitated.

Zhang Mang did not answer, but instead said: "Miss Jiang, I still have a companion outside. Just now I saw the French go out, if..."

"Qian Dahao, hurry out and bring him in too; it is truly dangerous outside!"

Qian Dahao nodded and immediately went out with a Longyan guard to search for Yang Dong.

Only then did Zhang Mang begin to speak about their experiences in France.

Whenever he thought of the scars the French had left on them, and those colleagues and friends who had died.

Zhang Mang would be filled with fury, wishing he could possess a gun right now to finish off these hateful French.

Jiang Xuelan clenched her fists tightly, not expecting the French government to be capable of committing such insane acts.

She said indignantly: "Rest assured, after Lord Li Hongtian arrives, Longyan will seek justice for you all!"

Zhang Mang nodded heavily.

Jiang Xuelan still had one thing she did not understand, and she asked: "Then how did you manage to escape from the winery?"

Mentioning this matter, his gaze suddenly became complex, thinking of the companions who had escaped with him, and now he did not even know where they had gone.

At the thought of this, the thoughts in Zhang Mang's heart all turned into a sigh...