Chapter 37: I'll save France

A convoy belonging to the Presidential Palace pulled up to the entrance of the airport police station, and as the doors opened, a team of Presidential Palace gendarmes jumped out in a line, quickly forming a combat formation and charging into the police station.

Police Chief Dragi was standing at the entrance with a smile on his face, but these presidential gendarmes were not interested in listening to anything he had to say. The leader of the gendarmes simply pushed him aside and led the team into the police station. . After all, these ordinary policemen had never seen such a scene before, and immediately, subconsciously, they raised their hands, fearing that these presidential gendarmes would use their prerogative to shoot at any cost in the line of duty.

After the situation in the police station, the military police captain returned to the side of the motorcade to report the situation, and then a middle-aged man in a suit got out of the car and walked straight into the police station. However as he passed Sergeant Dragi, he gave him a cold stare. Even though it was just a glance, it made Dragi feel as if his soul was trembling. You can imagine who this man was.

He made his way to the detention room and first asked in English, 'May I ask who Mr. Ming Zhou from Huaxia is?'

With everyone gave him room, and he saw Zhou Ming. However, at that time, Zhou Ming was still sitting on the ground and showed no intention of getting up.

'If there is no one else here named Zhou Ming, I think you are looking for me,' Zhou Ming said.

The other person was about to speak, but Zhou Ming said, 'Sir, if that's okay, I'd like you to sit down and talk. I don't like talking with my head raised.'

The man was stunned at first. He looked around, frowned slightly, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the environment. At this time, Zhou Ming said to him, 'If you don't like the environment here, then please leave. Do you know that I have been here for a day and a night.'

These reminded him, and after hearing what Zhou Ming said, he had no choice but to sit down with a disgusted face. Then he took a deep breath to calm down before extending his hand and saying, 'Hello, I am Malachi, the President's special assistant. I have come to escort you out on behalf of the President.'

Zhou Ming looked at his outstretched hand indifferently, but did not intend to shake it. Instead, he leaned back against the wall and asked indolently, 'You're just here to escort me out on behalf of the president? Is that all? Can't your president do better than that?'

Malachi Malachi's assistant hung his hand in the air, a little embarrassed, and asked again, 'I'm sorry, I don't understand what kind of expression you mean?'

Zhou Ming laughed, 'Is that so? I don't know what kind of expression your president will make, so why don't you go back and ask him, and come back and tell me after you've confirmed?'

Zhou Ming obviously asked this question deliberately. Faced with this question, Malachi's face suddenly turned very ugly. He hesitated for a long time, his face turning from green to white, before finally said, 'Perhaps it is possible that the President wants to apologize on his behalf for your unjust imprisonment, and he will also order the relevant departments to deal with the person(s) responsible seriously!'

'That's is a very formulaic answer.' Zhou Ming said, "Why doesn't your Mr. President want to come himself?'

'The President is very busy, so he has specially ordered me to come and take you to the Presidential Palace, where the President can meet you." Malachi and added, 'Her Highness Caitlyn is also at the Presidential Palace.'

'I see. In that case, I really should go. After all, it doesn't seem appropriate for a president to come to a police detention cell.' Chou Ming then said deliberately, 'But I didn't quite catch what you said earlier. Could you repeat it? What did your president want you to come here and say to me on his behalf?'

Malaki froze again. He stared at Zhou Ming with eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that Zhou Ming would end up saying such words. Wasn't this deliberately humiliating him?

So Malachi became a little angry and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please be aware of your own status. You have no right to do this.'

Zhou Ming laughed and laughed again: 'Mr. Assistant, if I were you, I would not bother about my so-called dignity over such useless trivialities. Or do you really not know why your president sent you here to do this kind of thing?'

Malachi's face was getting more and more ugly, but Zhou Ming didn't care. He just stood there looking at Maraki with a faint smile on his face, as if to say, 'I like watching you. You're annoying, but there's nothing I can do about it.'

In the end, Maraki Malachi still bowed his head and conceded defeat to Ming, gritting his teeth and saying to Ming, 'Mr. President asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. He is very sorry for the way you were treated at the airport police station.'

After saying this, Marrache asked Chou Ming, 'Do you have any further requests?'

Chou Ming shrugged his shoulders and said, 'No, we can go now, but in the future, you should remember to add an honorific when addressing me.'

Chou Ming left Malachi, Zhou Ming left these words and walked out of the detention room with his head held high. Malachi was shaking with anger in the detention room. He saw everyone else looking at him at this time, and suddenly found an outlet for his anger. He yelled, 'What are you all looking at? Hurry up and get get the hell out of here, or do you want to spend Christmas here? You Chinese people are all damn bastards!'

After leaving the detention the detention room, at the entrance to the police station, Zhou Ming wanted to say goodbye to Wu Cong and the others. After all, meeting them here was just an accident, and they had nothing to do with what happened next. If it were a future 13th Assassin, then he would be a very important force, but for now, forget it.

'Originally, thought that I had been unlucky to be arrested as soon as I arrived in France, but I consider it the greatest of fortunes to have met you, Mr. Zhou Ming! I think I will be returning to my country soon, but I will definitely bear your teachings in mind and tell my other friends about them!' Wu Cong vowed to Ming Zhou in general.

Ming Zhou told him with a smile, 'Everyone is different, and everyone's approach or opportunities and ways of thinking are different. What I told you may not be effective for other people, but please keep up the good work!'

After bidding farewell to and his classmates from the finance class, Zhou Ming got into the special car that had come to pick him up at the Presidential Palace. As for his classmates from the finance class, they were sent to the side of Chirac.

Zhou Ming's car went straight to the Presidential Palace. The French Presidential Palace is the very famous Elysée Palace, at the eastern end of the most famous avenue in central Paris, the Champs-Élysées. It covers an area of nearly 40,000 square metres and includes palatial building and a presidential garden of more than 20,000 square metres. The main building is a two-storey European-style classical stone building that is elegant and dignified.

Unlike Buckingham Palace is different. The French Elysée Palace is not in crisis due to sufficient funding, so it is only open to the public at specific times.

Zhou Ming's car drove directly into the presidential residence and parked in the special parking lot. Zhou Ming got out of the car and followed Marachi to a presidential reception room, where French President Jacques Chirac, Cécile and Jérôme were.

The sound of the door opening disturbed the people inside. When Caitlin saw that it was Zhou Ming, she immediately got up from the sofa and ran over to hug him, saying happily, 'Zhou Ming, it's so good that you're out. You have no idea how I've spent the past two days, and how much I've missed you!'

Zhou Ming also hugged and hugged Caitlin's soft body, saying to her, 'Silly, I'm not saying I'm not coming back, and besides, you're here, aren't you? I still have confidence in your financial abilities.'

At that moment, a came from a cough. Without thinking, Zhou Ming knew it was the French President Jacques. Zhou Ming also understood that he and Caitlin were deeply in love here, and it was not right to leave a president waiting. He separated from Caitlin and apologised to him.

President Jacques President Jacques Chirac waved his hand and said in English, 'You don't need to apologise to me. On the contrary, I should be apologising to you. This is not me being polite to you. After all, you are on French soil and I as President cannot deny my responsibility. But your methods are a bit extreme. You actually started selling francs and blackmailing me over this. It's really exaggerated!'

Zhou Ming smiled wryly smiled apologetically, 'Mr President, I had no choice. I have no connections here, and I didn't want to be bullied like this, so I had to make a big deal out of it.'

Jacques felt feel very helpless: 'You are indeed Mr. Zhou Ming, who almost turned the tide of the Gulf War. Your thoughts and actions are always so unconventional.'

'Unconventional? The President's assessment is quite unique.'

Zhou Ming this comment, he did want to laugh a little. After all, before he was arrested, he had told Caitlin to let her and Joross plan an operation to assassinate Francois to force the French president out. And to be able to was obviously something that would deal a huge blow to the French economy, and it was hard for Jacques, the French president, to evaluate an action that would hit the French economy.

Zhou Ming then then said, 'But Your Excellency, to be honest, I have to thank this incident, because it allowed me to quickly think of the fastest way to meet you.'

Jaquel felt was a little surprised. 'What you mean is... you've wanted to meet me for a long time, right?'

Chou Ming nodded and said, 'That's right, because I'm here to save the great France!'

'Mr. Chou Ming I don't think this is a joke you can make lightly,' Jacques's tone was serious, and he was clearly unhappy with Zhou Ming's words.

Zhou Ming shook his head : 'Mr President, I wasn't joking. I think if you look up information about me, you'll find that I came on the British royal family's private jet. The reason I was given this treatment is because I also sent them money . Then I know that the economic situation in Europe as a whole is very bad right now, and France is no exception. Even in order to maintain the centre of Europe, France is unable to devalue the franc to maintain the economy as the UK has done.

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At this point Minton Zhou paused for a moment and then said, 'So, I have come to give France money. I have come to save the depressed economy of the great France!'

Jacques was a worthy president. He did not agree hastily, but hesitated for a moment and then asked, 'I don't know what money you are talking about, or how much it is, but I don't think it is that easy to get. What price do I have to pay?'

'President is a smart man, and in fact, the money I'm talking about is an investment. How much you can get depends on how much you're willing to invest,' said Zhou Ming.