Chapter 165: , Peace and business (3)

After running for more than a month in France, Sean, the representative of the Irish Resistance Organization, finally saw a prominent figure in the salon of Mrs. Luizie, a member of the French National Assembly, Lucien Bonaparte.
At that time, the beautiful Mrs. Fleisch asked him to wait at the door of the ballroom, while she walked through the brightly-lit ballroom to a row of sofas next to it, and said to one of the young people sitting there. :
"Lucien, do you remember the Sean from Ireland that I mentioned to you last time? It's the one with many stories, and many stories broke my heart." Mrs. Fleisch side Said, and cast a wink at Lucien, "I really want to help him. I think, of all my friends, you are the only one who has strength, is kind and compassionate, and is definitely willing to help. Those poor Irish people, so I brought him here. Do you want to know him?"
Lucien knew that Mrs. Fleisch’s willingness to speak for an Irishman like this was not really out of sympathy. Most likely... His eyes were from Mrs. Fleisch’s swan-like slender neck. On the top, there is a string of simple necklaces that have not been seen before. At the bottom of the necklace, there is a ruby ​​almost the size of a dove egg. If this thing is really given by Irish people who are too poor to eat, then they really have to pay for it.
　　 "Well, can I let him over?" Mrs. Fleisch said with a charming smile.
"Of course, my baby!" Lucien raised the wine glass slightly towards Mrs. Fleisch. "But after a while, you are going to sit by my side and let me appreciate your new necklace."
"What's the problem?" Mrs. Fleisch leaned over with a smile, stretched out her hand to embrace Lucien's arm, and stopped her chest vigorously so that the two mountains could be closer to Lucien. Let him see the gem in the valley more easily.
　　 "Very unique shape, very beautiful gems, and you are a good match for you." Lucien leaned over and said to Mrs. Fleisch's earlobe, his lips almost touched Mrs. Fleisch's earlobe.
　　 "Well, have you seen enough?" Mrs. Fleisch lowered her head.
"No, where can I see enough in a while? I'll take a closer look later." Lucien gently bit the earlobe of Mrs. Fleisch Festival. "But honey, you can now Let your friends come over."
　　 Mrs. Fleisch got Lucian's permission, and she stood up straight and waved to Sean who was standing at the door.
　　 Xiao En trot over quickly. Mrs. Fleisch frowned slightly her delicate eyebrows and said to Lucien: "Lucien, this is Mr. Sean from Ireland-Mr. Sean, this is what I mentioned to you, the French political scene. The future star, Mr. Lucien Bonaparte."
　　 "Hello, Mr. Bonaparte..." Sean said quickly. Obviously, the luxurious and ambiguous place like the French salon makes the Irish people feel uncomfortable.
　　 "Hello, Mr. Sean." Lucian stretched out his hand to an empty seat next to him, "You can sit down and let's talk together."
Seeing Sean sit down, Lucien said again: "In addition, I also introduce you to this friend sitting next to me, um, this is Alan, Alan Juniper, he is my best friend. My partner, one of the richest bankers in Paris, is a very reputable and trustworthy person. If you have anything to say, you don’t need to avoid him."
　　 "Hello, Mr. Juniper." Sean quickly stood up again.
　　 In this dim corner, Lucien and Sean talked for a long time. Later, when Sean recalled this history, he said this:
"Mr. Lucien Bonaparte, as Mrs. Fleisch said, is a very sympathetic person. After learning about the suffering of the Irish, he sympathized with us very much. He showed me The promise will help me win an opportunity to appeal to the distinguished members of Congress in the National Assembly.
　　 It’s just that I’m not good at speaking, and I have a strong French accent. For this reason, Mr. Bonaparte also specially helped me find a teacher to train my speech. Even after he was busy with work, he personally guided me to draft the speech. And my most famous passage in that speech was:
　　‘We Irish, apart from blood and life, and an unshakable enemy—England, we really have nothing. But isn't this enemy also the enemy of France and the world who love freedom and justice? Shouldn't we be united to fight with the enemy? I can assure you that we Irish will never begrudge blood and life; I can assure you distinguished gentlemen that every time you give us a bullet, the young people of France will shed a drop of blood in the future! "It was actually written by Mr. Bonaparte. And Mr. Bonaparte behind the scenes has made even more unknown efforts for the independence of the Irish people..."
　　 Thanks to Lucien’s efforts, the National Assembly passed a bill called the "Relations with Ireland Act", announcing an unbreakable alliance with the Irish to fight against the English, the enemy of mankind. Congress also urged the supervising government to take immediate action and allocate special funds to support the Irish struggle for justice.
　　 The superintendent government that took the money from the "Military-Industrial Complex" also acted quite quickly, and soon approved a special fund to support the revolution of the Irish people. Of course, there is not so much money in the treasury of the Supervisory Government, so Mr. Alan Dusong, who is anxious for justice, provided financing services for the Supervisory Government.
　　 The money was quickly transferred to the accounts of the "Military-Industrial Complex" to promote two plans, one for weapon support and the other for personnel training. In short, the whole thing is advancing extremely efficiently. Since the Thermidor coup, it has rarely been seen that the French government can act so quickly on anything. Of course, there are also rumors that at least one-third of these funds have not been out of Paris at all, but have been consumed directly as lubricants for government actions.
The efficiency of the "Military-Industrial Complex" is high. On the day the funds were allocated, Sean received news that the "French Military-Industrial Complex" could complete the production and shipment of the first batch of weapons for the Irish brothers without compensation in half a month. He needs to get in touch with the Irish people immediately so that these precious weapons can be delivered to the Irish brothers who need it most.
　　 One month later, the "Flying" flying shear ship, loaded with various weapons, and Sean and another Irishman named Liam also boarded the ship.
　　The reason why it was delayed for a month was not because the French were slow, but the Irish took more time to arrange the pick-up.
　　 "Two gentlemen, don't you get seasick?" As soon as he got on the ship, Sean was asked such a question by Captain Dyke.
　　 "No, we are not dizzy." Sean replied.
　　 "That's good, besides, can you swim?" Captain Dyke asked again.
　　 "Yes, is there any problem?" Xiao En faintly felt that something was wrong.
"You know, our ship has to risk breaking through the blockade of the British fleet. So all the designs of this ship serve only one goal, which is higher speed. For this reason, all other performances can be sacrificed, including Security. So... do you understand what I mean?"
　　 Sean nodded. Smuggling is inherently high-risk.
　　 "We understand."
　　 Sean thought he had understood the danger of this ship, but after going out to sea, he still found that he underestimated the danger. The boat was very bumpy, and Sean and Liam, who had never been seasick, vomited their bile. The storm at this time is not very big. This shows how dangerous this boat should be once it encounters a bigger storm-the French people also risk their lives when supporting the Irish brothers.
　　 In fact, although the flying shear ship is very bumpy~EbookFREE.me~, its ability to resist wind and waves is not bad, and safety is not its weakness. Captain Dyke said this only to make the Irish believe that many things were "floating" in the process of delivering weapons to them.
　　 A few days later, one night, the "Flying" came to the sea near Ireland. Looking at the sea from the direction of land at this time, it was completely dark, and there was nothing to see.
　　 But it’s not like that when looking at the land from the sea. Under a cliff against the sea, two fires were lit—this is the communication signal between the Irish on the shore and the ships at sea. Because of the shelter of the cliff wall, the fire light is completely invisible from the land direction.
"Flying" also hung up two lights in response. After a while, the one on the left of the fire on the shore disappeared, and at a point further to the right, two more fires were lit up—this was an agreed signal. It shows that everything is safe ashore.
　　 In the darkness, the sailors put down a small boat, and then the sailors put the boxes tied together with inflatable cowhide pontoons in oil paper and put them into the water. Two hours later, all the boxes were filled with water. The sailors Shaw, En and Liam all got on the boat. They paddled the oars, dragged the boxes, and slowly moved towards the shore.
　　 When the dawn was about to dawn, the sailors rowed the boat and returned to the "Flying". "Flying" retracted the boat, immediately unfolded its sails, and left this dangerous sea. And under the faintly contoured cliff, a group of people, including Sean and Liam, are busy counting the weapons they sent.