"Your Suzhou dialect is very good, Mr. Fitt." The head of state picked up the teacup with a calm expression and blew the tea in the cup with an elegant manner.

Now it was Fitt's turn to be surprised. The other party could point out the language he used directly. It seemed that the German head of state was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"You are so knowledgeable that you can distinguish the dialect of Suzhou, China." Fitt praised respectfully.

Speaking of which, even locals in Suzhou at this time, probably not many people knew that "scaring people" would be "scared". This kind of tea has a resounding name called "Biluochun", which is said to be a name given by the rabbit hunter Xiaoma Xiaoxuanzi himself (Rabbit is so cute, how can you hunt rabbit o (≧mouth≦)o!).

When the Qing Dynasty kidney ancestor opened its golden mouth, the name "scared and fragrant" full of rural atmosphere could not be used anymore. The name "Bi Luochun" in the Qing Dynasty resounded throughout the country as a tribute tea, and the name "scared and scared and scared" was already buried in the old paper pile.

"Biluochun is a famous Chinese tea, and here are specially selected special products. Because the origin has been occupied by the Japanese army, there is not much left in Chairman Jiang's hands." Xu Jun took a sip of the tea and then put the teacup back on the tea table.

"I'm a little curious, where did you learn Suzhou dialect?" asked the German head of state.

"I have been to China with Sir Durant and stayed in Suzhou for a week." Fitt replied.

"Did you learn the local language in one week?" Xu Jun widened his eyes. The guy in front of him was a genius.

"It's just some simple terms of life, I have to say that this is a very beautiful dialect." Fette replied proudly.

"Then you should say that Wu Nong's soft-tongued name was not made out." Xu Jun thought to himself.

"Have Sir Durant been to many countries?" The head of state changed his question.

"The Jazz doesn't like traveling. That time she went to China was also the suggestion of Miss Rachel. She always wanted to go to the East for her honeymoon."

"Are they married? You mentioned Rachel coming to Cairo earlier." Although you knew the answer long ago, Xu Jun still cooperated to ask.

"Yes, Master, the two of them are married. This should be the most romantic thing I have ever seen in my life." Fette's tone was filled with emotion.

He took off the white gloves on his hand, thanked Xu Jun, and picked up the teacup in front of him.

"Miss Rachel's companions had no experience in traveling. They only had a few suitcases and personal servants, and ran to Cairo foolishly. At that time, the public security situation in Egypt was very poor, and now it was much better. It was really messy at that time, with beggars, thieves and fraudsters everywhere. As a result, after getting off the boat, Miss Rachel lost half of her luggage, as well as her wallet and all her documents. If they had not been lucky enough to meet the jazz, they would have to sleep on the street that day." Fette said.

"Don't the police?" Weirler frowned.

"General, that's 1910." Fette replied with a smile.

"Oh, I forgot." Weirler patted his forehead.

In 1910, Egypt was not a British colony, and was nominally an Egyptian province under the Ottoman Empire. Although the British ambassador to Egypt held actual control, considering the influence of international politics, the British could not do some aspects too explicitly.

The British were worried that after they opened this, they would trigger other ideas from Russia and France. These two countries had long been drooling in the territory of the Ottoman Empire, but they were suffering from a lack of a legitimate reason. If Britain dared to openly annex Egypt at that time, the Russians would dare to send troops to Constantine the next day.

The situation in Europe before World War I was a pot of stew, various ethnic conflicts, various regional disputes, various interests entanglements, all kinds of deafness, all kinds of madness. The contradictions between several major powers have approached the critical point. The whole Europe is like sitting on a crater about to erupt. Some smart people have noticed the danger, but most people choose to turn a blind eye. People are immersed in the prosperity brought by the industrial revolution. Europeans do their best to numb themselves and wait for the end of their lives with confidence.

"Don't interrupt Fette's story, Weirler." Xu Jun said with a smile, and the Chief of Staff nodded quickly and said yes.

"Please continue, Mr. Fitt, what happened later." The head of state spread his hands with grace. The naturally aristocratic temperament made the people in the room involuntarily awe. Everyone around him couldn't help but sigh that they were worthy of being the apostle of God, and indeed the leader of the country. The plainness showed majesty, and every move was awe-inspiring.

"Sir Durant fell in love with Miss Rachel in no way hopelessly since he saw Miss Rachel. At that time, he was thirty-six years old, but Miss Rachel was only nineteen years old, but Jazz did not care about the age gap and pursued Miss Rachel in a fanatical pursuit. Jazz is a romantic gentleman. He would pick a bouquet of roses from the garden every day to Miss Rachel, and at the same time send a passionate love letter, and there were countless poems praising love." Fette told the past with a fascination.

"It's obvious that the old cow wants to eat tender grass, but this old guy still says so well." The head of state swallowed the spoon of dog food with a mouthful of blood.

Speaking of which, this was a very common thing in Europe at that time. There were even larger age gaps. Some countries did not even have the minimum age limit, so don’t overestimate the integrity of Europeans on marriage issues.

"Miss Rachel was finally moved by the Jazz's persistence." (First of the People: You can't bear it, you're being tangled like a psychopath.)

"So she agreed to the Jazz's proposal." (First of the First Nations: Poor French cabbage, wooah.)

"This piano was specially customized by Jazz from Paris, and was an engagement gift for Miss Rachel. He was worried that the lady would miss her hometown, so he chose a French-made piano. What a romantic idea. This piano proved a sincere and beautiful love." (Head of First Nations: This B-level piano is not expensive, but I even bought it for her by the piano factory. What's the romantic thing? Oh, Oh, this dog food is so stuffy.)

"It's indeed a romantic love story. The jazz's life after marriage must be very happy." The head of the empire chuckled, and a holy light emanated from behind.

"It is true, the Master, Lord Durant and Mrs. Rachel had a pleasant time, and they were immersed in happiness every moment. The Jazz and Mrs. were so happy that even I, the bystander, felt a little jealous." Fette replied.

"It's really enviable. After hearing such a romantic love story, I really want to meet the jazz couple in person." The head of state said with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, they all have passed away." Fitt replied respectfully, Xu Jun's hand holding the teacup shook, and almost splashed the tea on his pants.

"That's a pity. When did something happen? (I'm playing tricks on me, right? Believe it or not and drag you out to feed Stalin (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴)" the head of state asked with a serious expression.

"During the World War, the Jazz joined the British Army, but ended up getting malaria in the jungle of East Africa. He died less than half a year after he was sent back. At that time, it was only two months before the end of the war." Fette said with a heavy expression.

"What about Mrs. Rachel? When did she die?" Xu Jun asked in a deep voice, picking up half of the cigar in the ashtray.

"Just half a year after the Jazz's death, Mrs. Rachel returned to England for burial with the Jazz's body, and she ended up getting Spanish flu in London." Fette replied sadly.

The Spanish flu was the worst epidemic outbreak in the 20th century, with deaths second only to the infamous Black Death in history. In just two years between 1918 and 1919, more than one billion people were ill worldwide, of which about 40 million died, a figure four times the total number of deaths on the battlefield between the two sides in the first war that just ended.

People gave this terrible virus number h1n1. At that time, people burned all the remains according to custom, so later generations have never seen the true face of this virus. It was not until the end of the 20th century that American and British scientists isolated this deadly virus on the remains of some newly discovered remains of the deadly victims.

"This is really a tragedy." What else can Xu Jun say at this time?

"So who is managing this hotel now, Mr. Fette, is the Jazz's family?" Weirler interrupted.

"I'm sorry, the Jazz has no family in England. In fact, he was forced to leave from England. The Durant family has several strong enemies in China, but they don't have to worry now. The Durant family has completely extinct and no one will seek revenge for them." Fette said sadly: "The owner of this hotel is Mrs. Rachel's nephew. He is the last heir of the two families. However, after the war he returned to France and joined the French army. We had been in exchange for letters before, but we broke off contact after June. I have written several letters to the French Army, but I have not received any response. I originally planned to go to France early next year, and I will find Jean. Master Duer." Fette's expression was extremely firm, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

"I think I can help you, what is the full name of Jean Duer? Which unit are you participating in?" Xu Jun said with a gentle face.

"That's great. His full name is Paul Jean-Douer. He serves in the 15th Motorized Infantry Division of the French Army. I don't know which unit is. Is the military rank? It should be just a private." Fitt replied excitedly. He actually had this idea from the beginning, but he was worried that the other party's identity was too high and he didn't know how to mention it for a while.

What Fite described is logical. An expatriate who returned from overseas to join the army can only be a big shot.

"Eric, send a telegram to the Army Command and ask them to help check it out." Then Xu Jun turned his head and said to Fite: "As long as it is not killed, you should get the news soon."

"I really don't know how to thank you now, Master." Fette stood up gratefully and bowed solemnly to Xu Jun to thank him.

"It's easy, are you interested in working for me, Mr. Bourne Fitt." The leader's mouth curled slightly, and a little fox-like smile appeared.

ps: Thank you for your support, the author will continue to work hard.
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