Battle of the Third Reich: The 274th deceased (middle)

He reached out and put his hand on the teapot and moved it away from the palm of the head of state. The chief of staff seemed to not feel the temperature at all. Xu Jun put his elbows on the table, slender fingers propped his cheeks, and silently looked at his henchmen, pouring green tea into the white porcelain cup.

"Do you remember the farce that happened in Paris? My head of state." Weierle poured a cup of tea for Xu Jun and himself, and then put the teapot beside him.

The table is reddish-brown hardwood. There is no tablecloth or glass table top, but an embroidered placemat is placed in front of each seat. The fancy is a traditional Chinese four-season flower.

The Führer did not answer Weierle's question. He picked up the porcelain cup and smelled the faint fragrance of tea.

"After that incident, following your order, Defu Lou received a large amount of financial compensation, enough for Mr. Zhou to buy two such restaurants." Weierle used his index finger to draw a circle in the air.

This is indeed an order from Xu Jun, and he really hoped to be able to help that fellow villager a little bit. However, the European campaign had not yet ended, the French government had not yet surrendered, and England was still resisting. It was impossible for the head of the Empire to waste his attention on such small things.

The strange encounter with a Chinese restaurant owner is just a small episode in his life for a national leader, and nothing more.

The head of the empire was born in Bavaria. His skin, eyes, hair, blood, every cell in his body, and every genetic sequence are proclaiming that he is a pure Germanic. No one knows that there is a young soul from another time and space hidden in this perfect exorcism.

From a German perspective, Xu Jun’s compensation to Boss Zhou has been quite generous. It should be said that the head of state is indeed an apostle sent by God, and he is so kind and generous to a foreigner.

The assassination of Xu Jun was actually just inadvertently involved in a commercial dispute between the boss and the Japanese. This may not be clear to others, but Weierle, as the party involved, knows the inside story of the incident. Duming. For some reasons that Weierle didn't know, the Chinese boss got the favor of the imperial head of state, but as the chief of staff personally, he had no other feelings about the Chinese.

"I thought it was over in this way, but just last month, I suddenly received a letter from Mr. Zhou to me, which was forwarded by the German Army Command in Paris." Weierle Picking up the teacup, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

"Oh?" Xu Jun tilted his head to look at the chief of staff, straightened up and changed his sitting position.

"This is my question. I gave him his contact address in Berlin." Weierle explained.

"Just some simple greetings and thanks. His French is not bad, but his German level is very limited. The letter says that his restaurant business in Paris has been taken care of by the Garrison Command, and many officers, soldiers and tourists are admired. He dines there. Don’t look at me like that. You have only been to this folk restaurant in Paris, and you dine in the hotel restaurant and in your own room other times."

"It seems that I am going to charge Zhou for an advertising fee." Xu Jun smiled.

The celebrity effect can work in any era, especially in Europe today. In theory, as long as the German head of state has set foot on it, it may become a tourist attraction.

"So this meal is a weekly treat. He has promised me before." Weierle replied with a smile.

"He is here? I mean Zhou, he is in Berlin now?" Although Xu Jun had a hunch, it would be better to ask him personally.

"Of course, he is in the store today. Do you want to see him?" Weierle replied.

"Okay, call him right now, and his son... Call Xiaolin, is he coming to Berlin together?" Xu Jun asked happily.

"It's a pity that the child didn't come together. According to Zhou, after that incident, he sent the child to school. He hoped that the child could control his own destiny when he became an adult." Weierle Answered.

"Does knowledge change fate?" Xu Jun raised his head and stroked the temples of his ear with his fingers.

There are not many Chinese who have this knowledge these days, but in Europe in the 1940s, this is obviously a bit too idealistic. At this time in Europe, scholars and experts are everywhere, and only a few really rely on knowledge to make their fortunes.

In the historical war years, ordinary European intellectuals could barely support their families on their meager income. Many people lacked the skills needed during the war, and as a result they had to struggle to survive on poverty and hunger. This also directly led to the great migration of European talents. At that time, almost a generation of technological elites cultivated in Europe chose to go to the other side of the ocean to find a way out, laying a solid technical foundation for the rise of the United States after the war.

However, according to this child's age, when he is successful in his studies, China's political situation should also be stable. At that time, various overseas talents are needed to go back to build the country.

"Let him send his children to Berlin to study. You can arrange it yourself." Xu Jun felt that he couldn't learn anything real from the French. Berlin has the best universities in Europe, and you can learn really useful knowledge.

"Yes, my head of state." There are no outsiders in the room at this time, and the chief of staff can use the head of state to correspond.

"Then this restaurant..." The head of state turned the subject back.

"I asked him to come to Berlin." Weirler confessed.

"With the development of the overseas labor program, the number of Chinese in Berlin is growing rapidly. They need a place where they can eat their hometown food." Weierle said.

"This is just a superficial explanation. Tell me what the real intention is. You won't spend energy on this kind of thing, Weierle." With Xu Jun's understanding of the chief of staff, this fox is definitely nothing. Charitable person.

"I mentioned to you before that I am planning to establish an intelligence network among Chinese workers, my head of state. If you follow your plan, their number may soon exceed one million because of differences in cultural customs. , It is difficult for us to control the thoughts of these foreign workers." Weierle's expression became serious.

"You are worried about ideological issues." Xu Jun tapped his fingers on the desk lightly.

“Similar signs have appeared. There is evidence that some people are spreading left-wing ideas in the labor community. This is a serious security risk for the empire that is about to go to war with the Red Soviet Union. Not only that, I received According to the investigation report sent to the French Indochina Secret Service, they identified some intelligence personnel who belonged to the Nanjing regime, and even professional spies who belonged to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the military." Weierle said.

"I don't even know about this kind of thing, why didn't I report it to me in the first time." Xu Jun sank his face. It is a very serious situation for his subordinates to conceal information.

"Because we have not obtained enough evidence, these people's activities are very hidden, and it can be seen that they are quite expert in intelligence work. I suggest that the empire can temporarily let them continue to operate in the labor community, and even condone their expansion of the organization. Scale, so we have the opportunity to penetrate their gang. As long as we master their internal structure and methods of activity, then they can be used by us.

I believe in the power of the Eye of Odin, and we can catch them all at any time before these organizations cause substantial harm to the empire. The specific plan and report are being written~IndoMTL.com~ If you need it in a hurry, I promise to put it on your desk next week. "Weirle bowed his head respectfully and replied. He knew that he had committed Xu Jun's taboo, but he also believed that the head of state's trust in him would not be affected by this trivial matter.

Weierle really touched Xu Jun’s spleen and stomach. The head of state was indeed full of trust in the chief aides. In fact, as long as the reasons explained were sufficient to satisfy him, he could tolerate some mistakes made by people around him, provided that he did not Touched the inverse scale in his heart.

"Don't worry about the report, are you going to start with this restaurant? I also believe in the ability of Odin's Eye, but..." Xu Jun felt that the implementation of this plan was really difficult.

"I think I know what your concerns are. We lack Chinese intelligence personnel, but this is no longer a problem. Mr. Zhou has agreed to join us. He will be responsible for recruiting suitable intelligence personnel from the labor force. But he has a prerequisite, that is, he will never participate in espionage activities against China." Weierle reported.

"Understandably, he is a Chinese after all." Xu Jun raised his head and drank the tea: "You can call in Zhou, Weierle. I'm hungry. Bring the menu."

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