The morning sun is bright, the breeze is warm, the fine houses are scattered, and the trees are beautiful and verdant; Upper Salzburg's morning is peaceful and quiet, like a paradise. Fang Yan, who walked out of the door of the hotel, breathed deeply in the fresh mountain air, only feeling that his body and mind had become more relaxed and comfortable than ever, if he could live with Sylvia in this clean and beautiful town carefree in the future, it would be as happy as a fairy!

Thinking of Sylvia, Fang Yan's heart was warm and fiery, after 4 years of cultivation, the girl has now bloomed brilliantly and dazzlingly, and she will soon be able to achieve the final positive result with herself. Compared with Hitler, who could talk about boring topics such as blood purity and living space for half a day, the delicate and lively Sylvia obviously has an unparalleled attraction to Fang Yan; If it weren't for the sake of the future national situation, Fang Yan would not want to be vain with Hitler on such an extremely racist topic.

To Fang Yan's delight, Hitler, who lived in this town, was not as idle as he imagined. Since the development of the National Socialist Party was already on the right track, Hitler had to deal with many party affairs by telephone and e-mail every day, which made him have little time to discuss those boring political ideas with Fang Yan. After relaxing and exploring the mountains and forests, Fang Yan naturally resigned to Hitler the next day, and he admitted that he was going to Italy, where a young girl had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Well, Jonas, since you have your own business, I won't invite you to rest here more." Hitler smiled. He paused, and his gray eyes once again shone brightly, and said, "Jonas, you are now of adulthood, and I sincerely want to invite you to join our National Socialist National Workers' Party. Today, the traitors of Weimar have seized the regime and handed over the glory and wealth of the motherland to the Entente bandits to ravage and trample; Isn't it our common ideal to destroy these traitors and scum and to rebuild a strong Germany? In the end, Hitler also deliberately pointed between him and Fang Yan.

Fang Yan's expression moved slightly, he hadn't thought about joining the Nazi Party; If he had been an early member of the party, he would have further established himself within the National Socialist Party, which would have played a significant role in the struggle for budgetary resources for the Navy and for changing the strategic policy of the Third Reich. However, deep down in Fang Yan's heart, he didn't want to be a member of this extremist group, not to mention that he had now sold himself to the navy, and this force had always been unequivocally opposed to his own members' involvement in politics!

"Monsieur Hitler, I have never had the slightest doubt about the program of the National Socialist Party. But now that I am a member of the officer corps of the Navy, I must abide by the oath that at the time of the award, I would only defend the country and not participate in politics. Fang Yan spoke solemnly, his expression full of regret. A hint of loss on Hitler's face was quickly replaced by a friendly smile, and he exhaled and said, "You're right. The oath of a soldier is more important than honor, and I have forgotten that you have become an enviable second lieutenant officer. Although you are not a full member of the party, you will always be our closest and faithful friend. ”

"Thank you for your understanding. I will, as always, contribute my modest efforts to the development of the National Socialist Party. Fang Yan and Hitler's slightly cool hands shook together and said softly.

Soon, Fang Yan fulfilled his promise. Before his death, he left Hitler a cheque for 100,000 marks as a fund for the development of the party; Rao is Hitler knew that Fang Yan was born in the family of several industrial giants in China, but he still felt deeply shocked by the other party's handwriting, and at the same time his heart was hot. Although the young man had only met him twice in total and had never worked in the party for a day, his contribution to the National Socialist Party was as great as that of Strassel, Goering, Goebbels, Rosenberg and other party elders. And if he could get the direct sponsorship of his father, what considerable development wealth would it bring to the National Socialist Party?

At this thought, the remaining trace of unhappiness in Hitler's heart that was rejected dissipated in an instant. Looking at Fang Yan's departing back, he seemed to see a broad road that could allow the National Socialist Party to grow rapidly.

The white clouds fluttered, the green mountains swept down, Fang Yan, who said goodbye to Hitler, was in a happy mood, and embarked on the road to Italy with a spring breeze on his face. After leaving the town of Upper Salzburg, he was finally able to rediscover his true self. With the rumbling of the train in the Alps, Fang Yan once again came to the land of Italy; From the car window, the vast plain is green and green, the wheat waves are surging, the houses are scattered, the cattle and sheep are singing, and on the southwest horizon, the city of Milan, known as the star of southern Europe, is already in sight.

After three years, Milan and Fang Yan's memories have not changed, as far as the eye can see, there are towering high-rise buildings, vehicles and pedestrians. The rule of the Italian fascist party does not seem to have left a heavy haze in the city as in Moscow, and the atmosphere of civilization that the Italian people are full of enthusiasm and freedom can be felt everywhere. Fang Yan had no intention of admiring Milan, an international metropolis full of opulence and artistic charm, but took a taxi and went straight to the central villa of old Ciano. Last time, Fang Yan spent two full months of two-person world with Sylvia at Old Chiano's home, and now that he thinks about it, Fang Yan still can't help but reminisce and reminisce about that dreamy time.

This time, Fang Yan no longer had the explosive luck of the past. In addition to the old Ciano, who has been promoted to the head of the Navy and the president of the Chamber of Deputies, who is in Rome at the moment because of the work at hand, Sylvia's mother, who used to be close to Fang Yan, and her brother Ziano Jr., are all in this home in Milan. When Fang Yan walked into the main living room, the two of them ignored Sylvia's small mouth next to them, and examined Fang Yan back and forth from head to toe several times with a slightly unkind critical gaze; That condescending aggressiveness made Fang Yan feel extremely unhappy. If it weren't for Sylvia's apologetic and pleading gaze all the time, Fang Yan would probably not be able to hold back the anger in his heart and show something.

"Now let you two guys be arrogant, and in 13 years, you will all come and kneel and lick my toes!" Fang Yan said viciously in his heart. Now he really has no way to do anything about the Ziano family, a force with the background of the Italian government, and the reason why he can unite with it is almost entirely based on the relationship between himself and Sylvia as a bridge. However, this scrutiny also passed quickly, and Fang Yan's inherent capital was enough to make the provocative eyes of the two people in front of him soft and calm. And in terms of soft power, Fang Yan's ability to become a member of the naval officer corps of only 1,500 people at his current age is enough to explain everything!

After a few conversations, the elegant and gentle old Madame Ciano's attitude towards Fang Yan improved considerably; Although the young Ziano still did not like his sister's lover, his hostile posture was much less than at first. Fang Yan immediately said that he would go to the Anshardo shipyard in the port of ** for a friendly visit and take a ship to Libya on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea to learn about the construction of the oil field. Neither of the two people in front of them objected to this request, because Old Ziano had already told them that Fang Yan had come to understand the situation on the spot as his business partner this time. In addition to the field involving military secrets, the relevant information of the shipyard and the oil field can be completely opened to this handsome young man.

Hearing Fang Yan's words, Sylvia's pretty face collapsed immediately. She is far from over her school career, and she has a lot of classes to complete every week; If Fang Yan can still accompany Fang Yan to the nearby ** port, then it is impossible to go to Libya in North Africa to have the opportunity to go with him. Fang Yan immediately comforted the lost and depressed girl. Although he also wants to enjoy the joy of fish and water with Sylvia during this holiday, his sense of responsibility and mission has the upper hand without suspense; After all, if Fang Yan's ideal was just a gentle township, then he would not have come to this point at all.

**The port is located in the northwest of Italy, less than 100 kilometers from Milan, and it didn't take long for Yushigahiko to reach this large port in Italy by intensive train trains. Ansaldo is located on the waterfront, where it occupies almost a quarter of the entire port city. If the representative symbol of the German military industry is Krupp, and France is Schneider, then Italy is none other than Ansaldo. Similar to its German and French counterparts, this military factory has already expanded its tentacles to many industries: in addition to its main artillery manufacturing, metallurgy, machinery, shipbuilding, and steel are also extremely proficient, and it is already an all-encompassing industrial kingdom. The elder Ciano, who was born in the aristocracy, was the largest shareholder of the shipbuilding and machinery branch, and under his promotion, Ansado and Brom-Foss directly realized the ideal strong alliance.

According to the information obtained by Fang Yan, the two Taranto-class cruisers of the Italian Navy, which had been started in 1925, had just been launched at this time and were undergoing outfitting operations. If you can take a peek yourself, you can also judge its performance by its length and width and the layout of the main gun seat. In this way, we can get a preliminary glimpse of the current strategic concept of the Italian Navy, and find ways to guide and revise it accordingly.

(PS: The new year has come, and the author wishes all readers success in their studies, career success, and family happiness!) ）