"This is too humble, too much pretentiousness is not the style of the mountain general. Perhaps it is the inherent characteristics of your Eastern nation, but please do not show it in front of the National Convention. Do you know?" Barras stood up and scolded the students in his rare stern tone. But when he saw the general's shameful face, he might feel that the words were too heavy, and then he said:

"According to the arrangement of the National Convention, the next day when our hero arrives in Paris, tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to the guild hall to receive the highest honor given to you by the parliament: the honorary member of the National Convention. Don't be surprised, I also told me a few days ago that the Commissioner of Kudong personally said, "You must know that if you include Thomas Paine, you are the second person to win this honor."

"Why can Andrew Hed bear such honor? Oh, no, I mean what preparations you need to do tomorrow? Do you want to meet Commissioner Robespierre? Do you want to be questioned by members of parliament in the National Convention?" Andrew changed his words in time and asked the topic he was concerned about nervously.

"Haha, don't prepare anything. I have already prepared everything with the property you sent. Leader Robespierre will summon you alone after the meeting, perhaps to invite you to lunch. As for the inquiry you mentioned, it should be a statement. With your incomparable speaking ability, I am afraid that the MPs present will be excited to carry you out of the parliament hall after hearing it." Barras waved his hand and replied indifferently,

"By the way, where is Assistant Mirière of the mentor? Why didn't you see him?" Speaking of this, Andrew found that there was a familiar friend missing around him.

"Oh, Mirière went to the Normandy constituency to run for the election before you set out from Sanyue Harbour. If there is no accident, you can see it in the National Convention next month. However, everyone should call each other "Citizens of the Congress". Before leaving, I also asked myself to greet Brother Andrew on his behalf." Balas said proudly.

Of course, the veteran MPs have the capital to be proud. This nobleman from a famous family and an officer under the old system participated in the American War of Independence. Before the Revolution, his family had fallen into the middle way. When he came to Paris alone, he had nothing, so he actively joined the revolution. When he attacked the Bastille in 1789, Balas was one of the few nobles among the revolutionary masses (historical records show that three of them belonged to the aristocratic class). Later, he joined the Jacobins and gradually became a representative of the swamp faction and the tolerant faction. The reason for this was that Balas went from being poor to becoming rich overnight and became one of the famous political rich people in Paris. This also attracted resentment from the poor. After the Paris Commune introduced a series of decrees, Balas' nephew was arrested and he was isolated at home by the investigation committee sent by the National Convention and was questioned at any time. If it weren't for his

Disciple, General Andrew continued to win brilliant victory in Toulon, winning cheers from the Paris people. I believe that if Balas had either been struggling in prison, he would have been in the guillotine in the square in the morning. Now, his nephew was acquitted and his investigation ended in vain. Money was earned and the official was promoted. When Balas MP returned to the National Council, he was welcomed by most of his colleagues present. According to the proposal of the Kudong Committee, he

He also won the position of commander of the National Self-Defense Forces of Paris and became the member of the highest executive body of France and the Public Security Committee. His eldest disciple was about to win in his constituency and won the position of member of the National Assembly. As for the 25-year-old Andrew, he has a bright future: Lieutenant General of the Army, honorary member of the National Assembly, and a new favorite of all classes in Paris. Barras often sighed that he could roam the streets of Paris without stopping him.

(Note: Balas was awarded the position of commander of the Paris National Self-Defense Forces after the coup in the hot month, and he had never obtained the qualification of the Public Security Committee. Such changes were for the needs of the plot development. Here we specifically note that many plots in the past and future were modified by the author.)

When the housekeeper was in high spirits, the wife of the housekeeper brought tea and snacks. The tea is no longer Biluochun but another famous tea, produced in the Wufeng Mountains of Yichang (hehe, just promote the tea in my wife's hometown, which brother wants to buy it, look for a puppet, dizzy, don't throw bricks!); the snacks are also Chinese characteristics, and Andrew saw at a glance that it is the famous peach pastry in Jiangxi.

Tea can be transported from Guangzhou, and it is natural to do it if you spend more money, but this snack cannot be saved in Paris unless it is made immediately. Did Balas actually get a Chinese chef to Paris? Orientals are a little puzzled.

The student's questions were obviously seen by his teacher. He smiled slightly, and Balas took a dim sum and slowly tasted it. Then he explained: "Don't be surprised, Balas did not hire an oriental chef to make this kind of dim sum, but Mrs. Leise bought it from a young man who was entertaining in a cafe. Well, the taste is good, try it quickly, I don't know if it is the original flavor."

Although he was not hungry, at the teacher's advice, Andrew took out the snacks from the plate and put them in his mouth.

Damn it, why is it that mustard is placed in the peach crisps! The choking smell made Andrew feel embarrassed, coughed repeatedly, grabbed the water cup on the coffee table and poured it down. With a "punch", he vomited all the tea that had just arrived. It turned out to be a poor general, who had completely forgotten that the tea that was drunk had just been soaked, and the too high temperature slightly burned his mouth.

The fire broke out in the city gate, which affected the fish. Balas's body and face were covered with tea and water droplets. The instructor was not angry, nor did he blame the reckless young man. He just wiped the debris calmly. Then he poured a glass of chandelier for Andrew and handed it to his hands. He said with concern: "Drinking some chandelier will be good for your oral recovery."

The rich scent of scent relieved the slight pain in his mouth. After grinning, Andrew finally returned to normal. He wanted to get up and apologize to the teacher just now, but was stopped because Balas brought up another topic.

"Since the last meeting at Toulon Tavern, I have always had a question, why do you call yourself Chinese, not Qing?"

"Oh, oh, this is because Andrew never admits that the Qing regime represents China, it is just a slave dynasty under the rule of barbarians." Andrew's speech was still a bit abnormal, but he could clearly express his views.

"That's it, then..."

"Sorry, MP, the guest is here." The knock on Mrs. Rase was interrupted by the sound of Mrs. Rase's knock on the door.
Chapter completed!