Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 110 coco
"Chanel? Which Chanel?"

"Father, I don't understand. Have you seen many Chanel products?" the well-dressed woman asked, tilting her head.

"No, it's just that your name is very unique." Qin Hao didn't continue, but changed the subject.

What the woman didn't know was that when the other person heard her name, they almost kicked her out again.

The truck started, and Qin Hao glanced back again from the passenger seat.

"She's a very pretty girl. If it were me, I would change my principles for her too. There's nothing shameful about it." The truck driver next to him misunderstood and took the initiative to defend the young priest beside him.

Qin Hao shook his head slightly without responding, but then recalled the woman's appearance again.

At 28 or 29 years old, with a height of about 1.65 meters, she wore a fashionable outfit and had those signature almond-shaped eyes.

If I'm not mistaken, the woman in front of me and behind me should be Coco Chanel, the founder of a super multinational luxury brand and a legendary female businesswoman in French history.

She grew up in a convent as a girl, and after the age of 16 she ventured out into society on her own. At the age of 18, she worked as a helper in a tailor shop and sang in nightclubs and cafes at night.

At the age of 26, with the financial support of others, he opened a hat shop and embarked on a business career. From then on, he was unstoppable and expanded his business into multiple fields such as women's clothing, perfume, and cosmetics within 20 years.

In 1935, it had more than 4000 employees and annual revenue equivalent to 1.5 million euros today.

After her death, she left behind the vast Chanel luxury empire and the epitaph: "My legend is woven from mistakes and courage."

Her life was almost like a female protagonist's wish-fulfillment novel.

However, her fame in later generations is just as great as the controversy surrounding her.

She remained unmarried her entire life, yet she was never short of outstanding men—French nobles, British industrialists, Russian artists, and even German soldiers… but without exception, she eventually dumped them all.

During World War II, she became involved in politics and was even suspected of spying for the Germans.

But after the war, both Churchill and de Gaulle came forward to support her and prove her innocence.

Some suspect there are political deals involved, but no evidence can be provided.

Whether she was a spy or not may forever remain a mystery.

This kind of woman is not some naive and innocent girl you might meet on the street; you need to be extremely careful when you're with her.

However, at this time, Chanel was probably in the early stages of her career, not yet the fashion queen she would become.

Their social skills were far from reaching the level of later generations' adeptness at social maneuvering.

Compared to the black-robed priest who had spent a year battling with the Russian court and nobles, she was the real novice.

After driving for a while, the car stopped again for a rest. The French driver took out some food and handed it to the priest next to him, while Qin Hao took another portion and jumped out of the car.

Chanel in the back warehouse was not delicate at all. She took off her coat and covered the wounded with it, and checked the wounded's condition while wearing only a sweater.

When she noticed the priest in the black robe was still looking at her, the young woman raised her hand, tucked her hair back, and smiled.

"Want something to eat?" The priest in black robes tilted his head, gesturing for Chanel to get out of the car.

There was no dining table, no plates, not even forks. Several people leaned against a big tree, stuffing hard bread into their mouths while keeping an eye on the wounded from time to time.

When Chanel took the food from the other person, she smiled slightly, and her just-right shyness made the truck driver, who was in his forties, skip a beat.

Chanel was already very adept at this kind of situation. Her experiences as a teenager taught her how to leverage her strengths and maximize her profits.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work well for the other guy.

Upon hearing her name, the priest in the black robe felt a strange sense of estrangement, even wariness.

“Father, have I done something wrong? You seem unwilling to speak to me?” The French woman leaned against the tree, her hands behind her back, her calves slightly raised, looking like a violin bow propped up beside the tree.

The man from the East still had a small piece of bread left. He carefully put the bread into his mouth, brushed the crumbs in, and then looked at the woman. “Madam, this journey will be arduous and even dangerous, so I hope we can be open and honest with each other.”

"Of course, you are a priest, what could I possibly hide from you?"

You just said you had urgent business in Paris, could you tell me what it is?

“My mother is sick, and I need to rush back to see her…” the woman blurted out without thinking, only to find the man in front of her shaking his head and holding up two fingers.

“I don’t like being cheated. You have two more chances.”

"My younger brother is about to join the army, so..."

"This is your last chance." The other person's voice remained calm.

Chanel looked up in surprise. The lie she had just told was just an unconscious act of self-preservation after years of navigating society. She didn't know why the other person had seen through it at a glance.

Looking into the other person's eyes, Chanel had a strong premonition—if she lied again, she would be driven away.

“Okay, I shouldn’t have lied.” The French girl raised her hand in an apologetic gesture. “I own a tailor shop, but business isn’t doing well. I just secured an investment, but if I can’t make it to Paris to meet the investor as agreed, everything we agreed on will be void.”

"Just for business?" This reason surprised Qin Hao.

"What do you mean it's just business?!" Chanel, who had been calm, suddenly became agitated.
"Do you know how much I suffered to open this shop?! I poured all my energy into it! How could I just give up so easily..."

The next moment, the woman regained her composure and bowed to the other person.
“I’m sorry, Father, I’m telling the truth. Returning to Paris is the most important thing to me. I can’t lose my tailor shop. I will work hard and won’t cause any trouble.”

After a few seconds of silence, the man in the black robe nodded.

“Miss Coco Chanel, I will help you get to Baltic smoothly. I hope our communication will always be as sincere as this one.”

When the man turned around, the French woman stood there, stunned.

Coco is not her real name, but a stage name she gave herself 10 years ago when she was a resident singer in a bar. It was taken from the word COCO in her signature song. Since she left her hometown, she has rarely been mentioned by anyone. Unexpectedly, the man in front of her called her that.

She was certain she had never seen the man before, so how did he know her name, Coco?
Combined with his performance just now, which was like a lie detector, the image of the black-robed priest in front of her became even more mysterious and unpredictable in the young woman's eyes.

"Hey, what were you guys talking about? The lady in the back seems to be staring at you the whole time," the truck driver asked, glancing at his windshield while one hand was on the steering wheel.

"It's nothing, just a sincere exchange."

"Tch, are all priests this secretive?"

Quack!

A piercing caw of a crow interrupted their conversation. The priest in the black robe glanced out the window and suddenly shouted...
"Accelerate! Drive forward!!!"

"Hey buddy, didn't you say we should move the wounded slowly in the vehicle?"

"Never mind that! Do as I say, or there will only be dead people here!!"

Although he didn't fully understand, seeing his companion's serious expression, he still stepped on the gas.

The Renault truck roared off!

The next second, several small black dots appeared in the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A violent explosion enveloped the area around the road. A shell exploded near the truck, and the huge shockwave shattered the windows on one side of the Renault truck.

The truck carrying the wounded wobbled and veered off the road, crashing into a large tree on the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)