Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 41: WeChat (3)

　　 "Are you sure you are on this street?"

　　 Xu Jun pricked Weierle next to him with his fingers.

　　"According to the address, it should be here, sir."

　　 Weierle tilted his head and looked at it with a piece of paper.

　　 "It's so lively here, sir."

　　 Randolph exclaimed in a low voice.

　　 "There are a lot of people here. Be careful of your surroundings and don't forget your mission."

　　 Weierle put away the note, turned his face to stare at Randolph and whispered.

　　 "Understood, don't worry."

　　 Randolph straightened his chest and patted his ribs lightly.

　　 "Let’s go, sir."

　　 Weyler said in a low voice respectfully. He tried to restrain the urge to stare at Randolph. It’s better that the guy’s face is not looking at him now, and the confidence that he has finally raised is not easy. It was destroyed like this.

　　 "Okay, let's find it slowly, what number is it."

　　 "Twenty-third, sir."

　　 "This is number one, that should be right in front. Keep up, Randolph, don't tease that girl, what use are you buying flowers."

　　 "It is useful, it can be inserted on his tombstone... If he can leave a corpse after he goes back..."

　　 A certain depressed Lieutenant General answered in his stomach.

　　 This is a small crowded street. Judging from the buildings on both sides, it should have a period of history.

　　The narrow pavement is not paved with asphalt, but is made of small square granites. There are some high and low feet on the top, but there is also an antique flavor in it. .

　　The streets are full of restaurants, large and small, within a short distance of more than ten meters, Weierle discovered at least four different countries and regions.

　　Although it is not time for lunch, this small street is already crowded with pedestrians, including those German soldiers looking around curiously with rough travel brochures.

　　On the sidewalks in front of those restaurants, there are many small stalls of all kinds selling various tourist souvenirs and other small and odd things, attracting many German soldiers to stay here.

　　 Those are cheap but interesting things, which please these ordinary soldiers who have not seen many big markets.

　　"Come and have a look, sir, my goods here are the most complete on this street. I think it must be your first time to visit Paris. Come and see me, you will not be disappointed , Noble sir."

　　 A French vendor enthusiastically stopped Xu Jun and his party.

　　"Oh, sir, I think you have admitted the wrong person. I am an ordinary company employee. Today, I accompanied my two friends to take advantage of the lunch break to go out and stroll around, not foreign tourists. Well, look at this thing. It's fun to go up, haha."

　　 Xu Jun said with a smile, and picked up a shell necklace from the stall.

　　 This Frenchman is really enthusiastic. If it weren't for the look on Randolph's face that he dared to move it, he might have come up and pulled his sleeve.

　　"Don’t make jokes with me, noble sir, who think I am Alfonso, how can I open a business in this street without this vision. Ah, your vision is really good, this is purely handmade , This style is very rare..."

　　 Alfonso said kindly.

　　"Just by looking at your clothes, you will know that you are a person of identity. I don’t think that many company employees can buy this kind of clothing. It fits so well, and it must be made to order. It’s really expensive. Also. This gentleman is your bodyguard at first glance. Please stop staring at me. I am timid. And this well-dressed gentleman, he must be your adviser. Don’t deny it, since you just walked into this I paid attention to you in the street. Their respectful attitude to you betrayed you, my noble sir. Don’t you like this one? Look at this one, this is pure silver..."

　　 Alfonso talked endlessly, and when he saw Xu Jun put down the necklace, he quickly picked up a ring.

　　 "Well, yes, but how can you tell that I am from a different place?"

　　"Although Sals Street is not a high-class place, it has food that you can't even eat in those big hotels. So often there are many celebrities and wealthy people who visit here. I know all those people. And like you People with demeanor and temperament are very rare among the rich and famous. If you have been here, I will remember your face.

　　 You need to know, those noble adults all fled when the German army just hit the Somme. Now you are here, dressed in fashionable high-end clothing, with bodyguards and consultants, these are enough to prove your identity, you must be from abroad.

　　Don't tell me, let me guess, which country will it be? United Kingdom? This is impossible. Switzerland? You don't have that smell. Germany? It is even more impossible. If you are a German, then I am a Zulu from Africa. . . . "

　　 "Oh? Why can't I be German?"

　　 Xu Jun interrupted Alfonso with a smile.

　　"It goes without saying that those Germans are all cold and rigid. Buying jewelry is like buying sausages. Only the big ones are selected, and there is no artistic taste. Where is your elegance and kindness... .."

　　"Hahahaha, you can really talk, Mr. Alfonso."

　　 Xu Jun couldn't help laughing, even Weierle on the side cocked the corners of his mouth, and Randolph patted Alfonso's shoulder while laughing.

　　 "Hehe, please don't say anything, the Germans know they will be very angry."

　　 Alfonso deliberately pretended to be worried and said in a low voice, which caused Xu Jun to laugh again.

　　"Well, Mr. Alfonso, it’s nice to meet you. So I’ll tell you a secret. I’m from the United States. I heard on the train that the restaurants here are very good, so we settled down in the hotel. Then I rushed here directly. You can't tell others, otherwise we will be slaughtered by those restaurant owners."

　　Xu Jun smiled and winked his eyes.

　　 "Haha, trust me, I will keep it secret for you. Um, America, it's a very nice place, cowboys, Indians, New York Empire State Building, Chicago gangsters, it's really exciting."

　　 "Yeah, haha, okay, let's buy these, how much is the total."

　　 Xu Jun fell in love with a glass imitation crystal necklace and a silver hairpin. Little Mercedes would like these beautiful things.

　　 Weierle chose a pear wood cigarette holder, which is very finely carved and bears the emblem of the city of Paris. It is a great tourist souvenir.

　　 Randolph took a fancy to a set of beautiful Paris landscape postcards, printed very well, the paper has been specially treated, and it exudes a touch of perfume.

　　"Ah, you guys are really discerning, you really deserve to be from the United States, these are some of the best products I have here. Well, let me do the math... a noble gentleman like you It is my honor to be willing to patronize my small stall, I will give you a preferential price, a total of 120 francs, how do you think..."

　　 "What! One hundred and twenty francs? Why don't you rob."

　　 Randolph hasn't been to the market less these days. He is very clear about the market in Paris, and he immediately jumped up when he heard the other lion open his mouth.

　　"Ah! This sir, I can’t say that. God testifies that my price is very fair. Even if I travel all over Paris, I can’t find such a favorable price. It depends on you. This is the first time I have come to Paris, and this gentleman is so kind, otherwise I would not be willing to sell these good things to you at this price.

　　It's difficult to do business in Paris now. I still have a family to support. This little money is nothing to you, but it is a few days of living expenses for me. "

　　 Alfonso said bitterly.

　　 "Well, one hundred and twenty francs. Randolph, give him the money."

　　 Xu Jun turned his head and said to Randolph.

　　"But..."

　　 "I said, give him the money."

　　 Xu Jun smiled and looked at his subordinates, Randolph quickly took out his wallet.

　　 "Ah, thank you, I know you are a generous person."

　　 Alfonso happily took the banknotes from Randolph. The unhappy expression on the latter’s face did not affect him at all. The French street vendors neatly packed the goods into a large paper bag and handed them to him. Randolph.

　　 "Oh, by the way, I want to ask you an address. Is the Devlo Hotel right in front of this?"

　　 Xu Jun asked with a smile.

　　"Deflo? I know all the restaurants on this street. It seems that there is no one by this name."

　　 Alfonso frowned and thought.

　　 "No, they wrote me very clearly in the address, 23 Sals Street, De Vlo Hotel, a Chinese restaurant."

　　 Weierle took out the piece of paper with the address on it.

　　"Oh...you asked Defulou, I thought I didn’t know about a new restaurant here. Haha, it’s Defulou, not Deflo. It’s a very good house. The owner of this Chinese restaurant is very kind and the dishes are also very good. You walk forward another fifty meters. Next to an Italian restaurant, the facade is decorated very uniquely and should be easy to find."

　　"Deflo?"

　　 Xu Jun couldn't help but watch Weiller shook his head. Originally, he was wondering why a Chinese restaurant got such a strange name, but now it seems that something is wrong with him.

　　德福楼, hehe, is this hawker's Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent quite pure?

　　 "I see, it's another **** translation problem."

　　 Weierle also had to smile wryly and shook his head.

　　 "But, sir, are you really sure you want to eat there?"

　　 Alfonso asked from the side.

　　 "Yeah, is there any problem?"

　　 "Well, for the sake of your generosity~IndoMTL.com~ I advise you, it's better for you to change to a restaurant, so as not to spoil your good mood."

　　 "Oh? Is there any problem?" Xu Jun raised an eyebrow.

　　"Defu Lou is a very good restaurant. There are a lot of customers and business is quite good. But... it doesn’t work now. Since the opening of a Japanese restaurant opposite it at the beginning of the year, there have been drunken Japan. People went to Defu Tower to make trouble.

　　 Those Japanese alcoholics are very fierce. Not only do they damage the hotel facilities, but sometimes even the dining guests are brutally beaten by them. For some reason, the police seemed unwilling to take care of their affairs. No one dared to eat at that Chinese restaurant anymore. I think this restaurant can only last until the end of this month at most. If the problem is not resolved, then it is only relevant. Those nasty Japanese monkeys, I saw them not pleasing to my eyes.

　　Hey, boss Zhou of Defulou is a good man. Unfortunately, I'm just a small vendor and I can't help him. "

　　 "Are you true? Alfonso."

　　 Xu Jun's face slowly sank, and the eyes of the empire head flashed with the kind of cold light that Weierle was familiar with.

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