American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1329: A Small Incident and Frank's Accident
Frank, who was without his girlfriend, let himself go a little and was asked by Cartaya to have a candlelight dinner in the evening.

Of course, they had a legitimate reason. It was said that an informant had key information and they needed to talk to the bald guy alone. Of course, no one took this seriously.

The others followed Harry, who was said to be treating everyone to a French meal, to a restaurant called "Julien Bouillon" which claimed to have a history of more than 100 years.

Yes, the name of this restaurant is so down-to-earth, and its business is quite prosperous. When Jack and his friends arrived, it was still early, and they still had to wait in line for a while because they don’t take reservations after 7: in the evening.

By the time a few people entered the restaurant, the line behind them was already very long, with at least forty or fifty people waiting.

After entering the restaurant, the corners of Jack's mouth began to curl up slightly, because this place gave him a familiar feeling.

The decoration of the restaurant is actually quite good. It doesn't have the large crystal chandeliers commonly seen in European palace styles. Instead, there are lamp posts standing on the wooden floor, and large glass pieces with embossed picture frames on the walls, giving people a feeling of going back to the golden age of France in the last century.

Between the large glass mirrors hang Mucha-style murals of goddesses of the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although they are well preserved, it is obvious that they are quite old. Apparently the reputation of this century-old store is not exaggerated.

The reason why this restaurant gave Jack a familiar feeling was that after removing the decorations, he could tell just by looking at the way the tables were arranged that this was more of a canteen than a restaurant.

There are no private rooms or separate tea tables, but only dining tables and stools of exactly the same style. Depending on the number of guests traveling with you, the waiters will move and connect the tables at any time to accommodate the guests dining together.

For example, when Jack was with his group of five, the waiter put two tables together without even putting down a tablecloth, which really subverted the general public's impression of the high-end French cuisine.

In fact, French broth is a very popular food. Its appearance can be traced back to more than 170 years ago, around 1850, when the Industrial Revolution just began in France.

French broth, made from cheap beef scraps such as ox heads and oxtails, was created and became a favorite delicacy for industrial workers at the time.

The soft and tasty cheap beef provided sufficient nutrition for the workers of that era. Even today, this kind of broth restaurant is still synonymous with cheapness and deliciousness.

Jack flipped through the menu. A classic French appetizer, mayonnaise with boiled eggs, cost 4.3 euros here.

The more expensive main course, a serving of beef cheek in white sauce, is only 11.8 euros, which is really good value for money considering the consumption level in Paris.

Equating this restaurant with Shaxian snacks in his mind, Jack ordered a bunch of dishes for himself without hesitation. In the end, the average consumption per person for five people was less than 5 Euros, including the price of drinks.

He finally understood why Harry had declared so grandly before that he would treat everyone to a big dinner.

Compared to the usual two-hour dining time for a high-end French meal, tonight's group left the restaurant in less than 45 minutes after eating and drinking their fill.

When I got to the door, I saw that the line was longer than before.

To be fair, the dishes tasted average except for their good presentation, but they were definitely worth the price. Jack felt that the owner of this restaurant must be a very interesting person.

Although the French chicken is a bit shabby now, Paris is still Paris, especially in the prime location of the city center. Even if the restaurant is not big, it will cost 200- million euros to open it. The owner of this restaurant is just like opening a Shaxian snack bar in Wangfujing Street, Beijing, which can accommodate nearly people at the same time. He is not aiming to make money at all.

"So, what does this restaurant have to do with "The Red and the Black"? " Anna asked curiously, because Julien is the protagonist of this novel.

Jack, who was looking up the restaurant's history on his phone, shrugged. "I can't find any. I think this restaurant might as well be called 'Jules's Broth House.'"

"Isn't Jules an old sailor who sells oysters on the seaside? I have read that short story by Maupassant." Anna blinked her beautiful eyes.

Jack sighed slightly. In his previous life, most Seris people had read it and had a headache writing the reading comprehension section on it in junior high school.

"It's just a strange intuition." Jack didn't explain in detail. Just as he was about to put away his phone, he heard a text message alert.

"Uh, guys, I think Frank's in trouble."
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The bald man who was carried back to the hotel suite had not fully recovered from his paralysis. After being placed on the sofa, he was still drooling with his mouth half open, like an old man with dementia, with only his eyeballs rolling around.

Anna looked a little uneasy. "I didn't know General Petrovna would attack Mr. Moses just to take the key."

Jack stroked her hair to comfort her. "It has nothing to do with you. It should be that the FSB wants to take over the follow-up matters. After all, the nuclear bomb may still be hidden in Moscow."

Seeing him take out a box and open it, it was full of silver needles of terrifying length. Marvin was shocked, "Frank is carrying a fake key. The real key is with me."

"I know. This is acupuncture. It can help him recover as soon as possible." Jack moved quickly, and as he spoke, he pricked Frank's old face like a hedgehog.

Of course, the real effect is still the treatment method. This acupuncture method is used to treat facial paralysis, which can be regarded as strengthening the body without disease.

"Water" Frank still had a lisp when he uttered the first word.

Reese watched intently from the side, with a rare hint of surprise on his usually expressionless poker face. "It actually works? I always thought it was just some voodoo."

"You'll know if you experience it yourself when you get a chance. It'll also be good for your old injuries." Jack was of course intentionally creating a persona. When he went back to treat Harold Finch, who still walked with a limp, Reese was the best witness and lobbyist.

After a while, Frank managed to raise his upper body from the sofa, thanked Anna for the hot water and said, "I think this will give us the initiative for a while."

"Maybe." Jack didn't expose his forced explanation. "So was the drug in the wine, or did Cartaya secretly replace your little blue pill?"

"Shut up, I'm not old enough to need that thing." Frank was angry.

(End of this chapter)