Outside the Louvre, at the checkpoint, the atmosphere was tense.
Lin Yi said lazily to several fully armed foreign policemen, "Take me to see the head of security at the Louvre, I have a business deal to discuss with him."
"Who are you? Why should I report you?" The policeman's tone was clearly angry.
"Just tell him the potato merchant is here."
"What? Are you kidding me?" The policeman's face flushed with anger and he was about to start shouting.
Just then, another policeman quickly reached out to stop him, then pulled out a walkie-talkie, and quickly reported the situation to his superior.
Soon, the familiar voice came through the walkie-talkie, belonging to the short, fat bureaucrat once seen on the second floor of the Louvre.
But this time, his voice was weak and mixed with violent coughing: "Quick... bring the guest up, immediately... cough cough..."
Lin Yi led five Transmission Specialists into the Louvre refugee camp and was shocked by the scene before him.
