A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Don't blame Mulan for reacting so strongly. If you heard someone insulting the elders, you would probably roll up your sleeves and go up to argue with them too.

As for the solution...

The small bottle that "Xiao Tao" found on Pierre contained the devil concocted by Hans-Miao Bayer Pharmaceuticals. And the bottle was mostly empty, indicating that this kid used to have a little bit of it from time to time.

It would be a miracle if he could remember what happened after taking this stuff!

However, that's what they say, but what needs to be reported still needs to be reported. After all, in external affairs, a single oversight can trigger a chain reaction with some very serious consequences.

Currently, China's affairs in France are being handled by the Chinese Embassy in France.

Even the leader had a headache over Mulan. This little devil had so many achievements; her medals alone were enough to overwhelm anyone. She was the kind of girl who couldn't be easily scolded or punished.

why?

Perhaps because she was scolded too harshly, this brat would drop her pretense and let her bare face fall, tears streaming down her face—the kind of tears that tug at your heartstrings. Whenever she did, every man within a mile radius, young and old, would have the thought, "Mulan is innocent; if something goes wrong, we should look for the cause within ourselves."

Words of reproach would be inexplicably dispelled by this kind of thinking. Some comrades even exclaimed: Seeing Mulan without makeup, one can understand why King You of Zhou played with fire on the kang (a heated brick bed).

However, for safety reasons in every sense, the leadership still made a decision.

An open-air café on the banks of the Seine.

"Boss! I already said there were no problems. That kid can't remember anything, and he even asked me to go to the opera! You're making me ride on a ship full of wheat? That's a waste of his talent!"

"The customs declaration for this shipment of wheat stated 100,000 tons, but only 30,000 tons were actually loaded!" The leader said calmly, picking up his coffee cup.

"What! I knew the French weren't good. Should I make a move tonight?"

The leader twitched his lips. "What are you going to do? Go and point a knife at that last man of the French rooster?"

Looking at Mulan's serious eyes, ugh (fuck), this brat really can do something like this... Just think about how she managed to get the Russian's secret message out...

"The boat will make a brief stop at Uncle Hippo's place to load some secondhand goods!" the leader quickly continued.

Mulan's eyes widened. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Our comrades back home have changed their needs. There's a batch of industrial equipment there, and the ship will carry it back to China. Hopefully, by using the humanitarian label, the relevant countries won't cause trouble!"

"Oh, so this is what the French were talking about as scrap metal? What brilliant idea came up with this? We really want it! When I get back, I'll make sure the person who came up with this idea spits out the shit!"

Hearing Mulan say this, the leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Good that you agreed to go back. Hey, you monster, go back and wreak havoc on our comrades back home. I need to save my energy to deal with these foreigners; I don't want to waste it on you.

As for you, you brat, trying to pinch some little tuft of hair?

Yeah, young people always have a lot of ideas. Go for it, I believe in you!

"Then it's decided. Take the ship the day after tomorrow, change your clothes, and go with Xiao Tao and the others. Your current position is the head of the Chinese Embassy in France's Commercial Representative Office."

"Oh, and also, take some of the confiscated stuff back with you. The big boss of the outer section said he wanted to reward comrades who made outstanding contributions! He specifically requested that we bring some pigment, something called Prussian blue."

Hearing her boss say that, Mulan's big, watery eyes darted around again: "Okay! Leave it to me. So, that means I'll handle everything except for the paint, right?"

What else is there to deal with? All the gold and silver artifacts with any value have been converted into funds. The remaining real estate is reserved for the future embassy.

After thinking about it for a long time, the leader felt that no matter how capable this girl was, she probably couldn't cause any trouble, so he nodded in agreement.

……

"Xiao Tao, pack your things, we're going back to China the day after tomorrow!"

"Alright, boss, I've received the notification too. The paints are ready, but what should we take back to the boss?"

"Of course we'll bring the best clothes. There's a bunch of paintings up in the attic, let's bring those!"

"Ugh~ that picture frame is so incredibly heavy, and you said it would be easy to carry?"

"Duh! Just make sure the paintings can't be taken apart! Oh, and bring all those lotus paintings, and that one Pierre sent called 'Haystack'..."

"Alright! Hey, boss lady, why did you change your clothes again?"

"What are you yelling about? You haven't been home in a long time, shouldn't you prepare some gifts for your comrades back home?"

"Oh, boss lady, take it easy then. You don't have much money left from selling magazines at your stall!"

"It's free..."

"what……"

Late at night, the glass pyramid of a famous landmark in later years was still not completed, or rather, the design was still on the drawings of a master architect.

Moreover, the famous museum building is currently in a rather old condition, and some courtyards are still under scaffolding in preparation for restoration.

Xiao Tao looked at the somewhat eerie building complex in the darkness and sighed.

"Boss, when you said it was free, I had a bad feeling. But I didn't expect you to be so bold..."

"Hmph! Didn't the boss say that I get to decide what to bring back? Well, this is my decision, so what?"

"Tsk, I was thinking of taking their bank back, huh? Do you believe that if we stop for another two minutes, some 'Chicken Street' thugs will come over!"

(This is not a derogatory term. The name originated from the fact that when the Gallic shrew founded the Paris police station in 1800, the police station was located on Rue de Jérusalem, which was later called "Route du Poulet" (Chicken Street). Therefore, the Gallic shrew's hat uncle was jokingly called "Poulet".)

"No, those people are preparing their traditional skills, getting ready to perform on the streets tomorrow..."

Xiao Tao said "oh," but he wasn't surprised at all by the Gallic Rooster's behavior.

"Uh, we can't get in either! We already explored the front, and there are guards scattered around inside!" (Well, so you restless guys had this idea in mind all along, huh!)

"Ha, with this, the impossible is possible!" A large bunch of bronze keys dangled from Mulan's delicate fingers. "The Gallic chickens, like their relative, like to build secret passages for no reason. Unfortunately, I'm one of the few people who know about this secret passage..."

After saying that, Mulan had Xiao Tao and the others put on a strange robe and walked confidently into the huge complex.

They made several trips through the secret passage and moved out quite a lot of things.

Strangely, a guard noticed the swarm of ants, but upon closer inspection of the bronze key at Mulan's waist and the faintly visible badges on her robe, he noticed something else.

He simply turned his head to the side, ignoring it completely.

……

On the road to the port, Xiao Tao excitedly tossed his robe around his neck.

"Boss! What a haul! Forty Views of the Old Summer Palace, a Ming Dynasty jade cup, and a bronze tripod with three sheep patterns... Good heavens! Good heavens! When we get back, those old guys at the museum are definitely going to treat us like royalty!"

"Hey hey, look what this is?"

"Jade Pig Dragon! Big Sister, you actually found this!"

"Hehe, let's not talk about those old cliques. We're all going to each take three of Aunt Deng's lion's head meatballs!"

"Oh, right! That's the most important thing."

Xiao Tao smacked his lips, as if savoring the delicious taste from his memory.

That's the taste of home! So familiar, so wonderful!

I was just thinking about it, why am I starting to cry...?

As the vehicle swayed, the bronze artifacts collided with each other, producing a melodious, long sound.

It's as if it's saying, "We're going home!"

"Hey, boss. What's up with those guards? Why aren't they ignoring us?"

"Want to know?"

"Ok!"

"Hehe, as the Buddha said, it cannot be spoken of..." Mulan's big eyes narrowed like crescent moons as she patted the Arhat statue beside her: "Right, senior?"

The Luohan statue has a wide smile on its face, and although it has been smiling like this since its creation, the flickering lights from outside the vehicle add a touch of liveliness to it.

It seemed even happier!