Expedition to Europe

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About being loved by everyone and being feared by everyone.

Many people have different opinions. "Love" or "fear" are both extreme emotional expressions. Being loved by people is a way of life, and being feared by people is also a way of life.

Qin Zhiyuan does not need to be loved by people. He just wants to be feared by people.

Only when people are afraid of him will others stay away from him and dare not provoke him. If he is loved by people, it is not necessarily the case.

People always choose to bully the one who looks easier to bully. Those who look difficult to bully will not act rashly unless it is absolutely necessary.

Qin Zhiyuan wants the Beiyang government to consider Qin Zhiyuan's real reaction first when they want to make similar decisions in the future, rather than the reaction that Qin Zhiyuan "thinks" should have.

This method also varies from person to person. For example, on Annie's side, Qin Zhiyuan dare not act rashly. He not only wants to be loved by everyone, but also wants to be loved by dogs.

The 24th is Christmas Eve, which is similar to the Chinese New Year's Eve in Western festivals.

Qin Zhiyuan arranged his affairs for the day early, and then sneaked into Annie's house to show his courtesy.

"Qin, wash this vase and put the flowers in it."

"Qin, please take Napoleon out for a walk, don't let it mess around here."

"Dear, help me get the napkins from the cabinet, I want to set the table."

At the beginning, it was just Julie who ordered Qin Zhiyuan around, showing her affection in various ways, and unconsciously changed the address to "dear".

When Julie changed the address, Annie did not object, but just glanced at Julie helplessly, and then began to order Qin Zhiyuan around. Unlike Julie's sweetness, Annie's orders were even more severe, almost like an animal.

"Qin, go outside and cut a Christmas tree back, it has to be three meters high."

My God, the roof of your house is only three meters high, and there are only four people including people and dogs. How many Christmas gifts do you want to hang!

"Qin, go sweep the snow off the roof, and then sweep the yard. It's best not to let the snow accumulate. Napoleon likes snow, and it will catch a cold."

My God, it's been snowing, and the snowflakes are as big as Goubuli steamed buns. It's really a hard work to ensure that there is no snow accumulation.

"Qin, get this flour, we'll make tree root bread later."

Okay, this job is not tiring. However, with Qin Zhiyuan and Foch and Pierre who may come back at dinner time, it's only a meal for five people and one dog. Do you have to toss half a bag of flour?

There are still many people in Paris who can't eat, do you know?

Evil capitalism!

Of course, Qin Zhiyuan only dared to complain in his heart, and didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay, ma'am, where do you think the Christmas tree is more suitable?"

Qin Zhiyuan carried a big axe, like a traditional Frankish axe thrower, and chopped down a three-meter-high Christmas tree and brought it back. The appearance is perfect, the standard 4321 formation, neatly trimmed, without even a speck of rain, snow, mud or water.

"This is really good, put it in the yard first and bring it in at night." Anne was satisfied.

"Lily, please take Napoleon to the house, I'm going to start sweeping the house."

Qin Zhiyuan took the broom and moved around on the roof, just like Sao Shiqian on the drum. At the same time, the broom turned very fast, just like a hot wheel, and it was done in a short time.

"This child looks good." Anne was satisfied.

"Of course, Anne, this is my choice." Julie was proud.

"Your father was also very good at the beginning, but now he has become a big master!" Anne complained.

Foch was unemployed at home, without many miscellaneous affairs. He sat on the sofa in the living room with a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, and a newspaper for half a day since the morning, smiling and watching Julie and Anne ordering Qin Zhiyuan around.

Foch has become a smart man. He will not utter a word even if he sees Qin Zhiyuan working himself to death. If he utters a word, he will suffer the same fate as Qin Zhiyuan. Look at how smart Pierre is. He has been missing since he got up in the morning. Maybe he is fooling around somewhere now. It seems that he will not come back until dinner time.

"Dad is old and needs to rest. These jobs are just right for Qin to do." Julie is not distressed.

"You make me look like I have Alzheimer's disease." Foch was dissatisfied with the mother and daughter's gossip and could not help but grumble.

"Ha, it seems that you old guy still refuse to admit your age. Then, go and cut these breads." Anne immediately assigned the work.

French bread is a very magical existence. Its hardness can be compared with that of an iron rod. There was once a fierce woman who used French bread as a weapon to beat an invading thief to death. The power can be seen.

"I don't want to touch those damn things." Foch stood up and stood in the corridor in front of the door and shouted loudly: "Qin, get down, you have a new job."

Smash!

Qin Zhiyuan really jumped down from the house, which scared Foch: "What kind of witchcraft is this? Can you jump so high?"

"Jumping down and jumping up are two different things." Qin Zhiyuan replied casually, afraid of hitting his clothes in the yard, and he got a lot of snow when sweeping the house just now.

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In this time and space, Bruce Lee has not appeared yet, and Westerners have no concept of "Chinese Kung Fu". They are used to classifying all incredible things as "witchcraft".

"Come in and cut the bread." Foch said lightly.

It sounds like a simple thing, but you will know how difficult it is when you execute it.

The bread the size of a football is as hard as a stone, and there is no way to start. The kitchen utensils of the French are still in the primary stage. The knives in their kitchen are almost like daggers. They are fine for peeling apples, but using them to cut bread is like hitting a rock with an egg.

As soon as Qin Zhiyuan cut the first one, he missed the fat chef's usual bone-cutting knife.

So, while Julie and Anne were busy in the kitchen, Qin Zhiyuan sneaked into the living room and secretly made a phone call.

Foch watched coldly, neither stopping nor exposing.

Foch had made up his mind, and would rather be suffocated to death than say a word.

Napoleon was quite happy, wagging his tail and following Qin Zhiyuan everywhere, following him wherever he went.

Qin Zhiyuan tried to feed Napoleon a small piece of bread, but Napoleon just sniffed it and then hid away.

Even dogs don't eat it!

How disgusting must it be?

So Qin Zhiyuan returned to the living room to make a phone call.

Not long after, the sound of an engine came from outside the yard. Qin Zhiyuan saw Pierre waving through the glass window.

Pierre didn't get out of the car at all, and the engine was running all the time. It seemed that he was ready to put down the things and run away.

"Pierre Foch, get in here right now!" Anne roared like a lion.

Pierre's expression froze instantly, and then he got out of the car reluctantly, opened the door with a slow motion slowed down 24 times, picked up the basket with a motion that was even more old and weak than Foch, and moved into the yard at a speed slower than a snail.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Look at what you have done? Look at what Qin has done? Shouldn't you be ashamed?" Anne pointedly scolded.

"Hmm..." Foch changed his posture, crossed his legs again, and was just about to whistle.

"Your coffee." Qin Zhiyuan took the opportunity to offer his courtesy.

"Hmm!" Foch forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.