Sylvia glanced at Fang Yan with some disgust, dissatisfied with her lover's hint of shelving her courtship. In the past two months, she has begun to work harder to keep fit, just to be able to completely defeat Fang Yan after he returns, and reverse the weak position of the past ten years in one fell swoop. However, seeing Fang Yan's bright eyes with an ambiguous and serious look, Sylvia still suppressed the fiery and restless needs. She stumbled to Fang Yan's well-proportioned body and asked, "Honey, is there anything you need me to help you with?" ”

"Sivi, you should have studied composition systematically, right? I have a main melody and want you to accompany it with a suitable accompaniment. Fang Yan looked at his wife's charming eyes that were as green as stars, and said softly. When it came to her best professional field, Sylvia suddenly raised her head like a proud peacock and hummed: "Of course, my graduation from the music department of the University of Rome is the third!" If I choose to stay in Italy, the Orchestra of La Scala is the obvious starting point for me. ”

Seeing his wife, whose tail was about to reach the sky, Fang Yan was amused in his heart, and couldn't help but tease and complain: "As a result, some people are still musicians. Silvia looked at him angrily when she heard this, and then kept twisting Fang Yan's arm like a provoked Persian cat, grinding her teeth and saying, "Damn Jonas, who in the whole orchestra is not a musician except for the conductor Mr. Furtwängler?" Moreover, all musicians must first learn to play an instrument, and only after the accumulation of music theory is extremely rich can they really embark on the path of composition or conducting. I went from reserve player to piano lead and second violin leader in 7 years, and who else in this speed orchestra can surpass me? "Between biting her lips, there is a pleasing beauty and temptation.

Although Fang Yan really wanted to appreciate his wife's different style for a while, the slightest pain in his arm kept reminding him of the truth that he was too late. For the sake of tonight's clouds and rain, Fang Yan had to regret his choice to stop. The victorious Sylvia snorted and poked Fang Yan's side face with her fingers, and said, "For the sake of the little knight's sincere confession of mistakes, His Highness will forgive you with great mercy." But dear, why are you suddenly making music again? What exactly is the purpose of you asking me to score the music? At the end of the day, Sylvia's eyes were full of doubt.

"I want to put out a song that celebrates the Führer to help my uncle stay in the center and hold real power." Fang Yan didn't hide it, and directly told Sylvia his intentions. This is a plan he has been planning in his heart for a long time, it is to escort the power of Whart, and it is also the ultimate move to keep Jane in the emperor's heart.

As a quasi-fortunate minister who relied heavily on his relationship with Hitler, Fang Yan never had the luxury of hoping that he could be used for life just by relying on the friendship that was sent in the snow back then. Because Hitler, as the head of the German Führer, was first and foremost a statesman, and all his sensibilities had to make way for politics - if a person was no longer useful to his cause, or even an obstacle, Hitler would not hesitate to banish or purge him, even if he had a personal relationship with him. Schacht, Rohm and Strasse are all examples of this!

Although Fang Yan had already proven his worth militarily, it was a sharp sword at best in Hitler's eyes. Within the talented Wehrmacht, where swords like these abounded, Hitler had no reason to look too differently at the young Fang. Therefore, what Fang Yan wanted to do was to reflect his political value to Hitler. At present, Fang Yan could not directly help Hitler mix sand within the navy to avoid completely tearing his face with his immediate boss Raeder. The only thing Fang Yan could do was to add fuel to the fire.

In the summer of 1940, Hitler's authority seemed to have reached its zenith with the victory in the French campaign, but in reality the Wehrmacht and the industrial giants remained two forces beyond his direct control. The arrogant and self-respecting Prussian aristocratic generals always had contempt for Hitler, a corporal-turned-commander-in-chief, and never stopped making small moves that were contrary to the law; And the industrial giants have a bit of the arrogance of the American trust, and sometimes even dare to take Hitler's orders as air.

Fang Yan always remembered that in history, Mercedes-Benz was dismissive of Hitler's No. 3 tank firepower upgrade plan, and as a result, when Operation Barbarossa was launched, No. 3 tank was still equipped with short-barreled 50mm guns!

Faced with a situation based on fixed class and economic bases, it is almost impossible for traditional methods to resolve it quickly. Only by considering the implementation of a Soviet-style god-making campaign and making Hitler a pope like Stalin above all else can we completely suppress and wait for an opportunity to control these two stupid and restless forces in the country through subsequent means.

And in order to achieve this, it is necessary for the publicity department to make almost supernatural performance. After all, in Germany, the Gestapo could not rely on the mass spread of death terror to the nation, as the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs did – how could the National Socialist Party, which had previously promoted Hitler as the great benefactor and savior of the nation, suddenly begin to carry out nationwide repression and executions?

Rao is Goebbels is well versed in lies and deception, but he also falters on this extremely difficult road of god-making. After all, Germans are among the most educated in the world, and it is not easy to completely control their reason and reasoning.

However, Fang Yan, as a traverser, has full confidence in this. Fang Yan knows that in addition to simply singing the praises of virtue, the more direct and effective way of propaganda work is to express the main theme through artistic means. And in this context, music is a tool for all ages, genders, occupations, and social classes, and it is far more effective in conveying spiritual messages than any slogan or essay.

In another world, the Northern Bat Empire, which has been passed down for three generations, is a typical example of the use of music for propaganda. In order to allow his own authoritarian, authoritarian, weak and closed regime, which is maintained entirely by terror and violence, to survive, the royal artists of Beibang have created a classic song to praise the leader: the hymns of the sophomore and third & fat are all majestic and beautiful, and they are higher than Dongfanghong.

Fang Yan was also infected by these pieces in the past, and remembered their heart-stirring melodies and rhythms vividly. If it is parasitic on the brilliant Hitler, the effect will be ten times greater than that of later generations, and it will directly set off a situation of praise from all the people in Germany!

After repeated choices, Fang Yan finally set the goal of plagiarism on the song of Erfat. At this time, Fang Yan had also learned some music theory in the life with Sylvia: the song of the second fat is overall brilliant and atmospheric, and it is very suitable for expressing Hitler's exploits. Now that Fang Yan has the main melody in his hand, he can't remember only the accompanying tune, and he needs to match his most trusted wife Sylvia. It's just that Fang Yan is a little worried that this kind of fanatical and high-pitched political song is not in line with her character, and I am afraid that the final result will not be compatible.

Hearing Fang Yan express his concerns, Sylvia pursed her lips and smiled, "My dear, you underestimate me too much. Adapting to different styles is something a musician should have, and I've played many similar pieces in the orchestra and am now confident that I can do it. What's more, I am equally grateful to the Führer, and it was his dedication at all costs that brought you back to me from the clutches of death. She sat up from the bed and whispered, "Let's go to the piano room, don't wake the children." ”

The soft lighting illuminates everything in the enclosed room, and this is where Sylvia usually practices her playing techniques, and the simple and unpretentious furnishings allow her to carry out her work without distractions. Fang Yan rarely came to this private area belonging to Sylvia, but whenever he saw this shabby scene that was completely different from the other rooms, Fang Yan would always feel his lover's hard work, and admire her for not becoming a canary at all because of her proud family background and appearance.

Seeing Sylvia sitting gracefully and skillfully in front of a horn, Fang Yan's heart suddenly welled up with a strong love and pity for holding her in his arms and caring for her wholeheartedly, he was really unparalleled in his life to have her.

"I am not very proficient in playing the horn, but its sound quality is more majestic and enthusiastic than that of piano and violin, and it is more appropriate to express the Führer's carol." Sylvia pursed her lips slightly, tried to pronounce a few notes at the trumpet, and then turned to Fang Yan and said, "Honey, hum me the melody you thought of, and I'll help you adjust the rhythm and syllables first." Fang Yan gathered his mind, inhaled deeply, and sang a melody that was sealed in the depths of his memory. The whole tune is quite short, and it only takes more than half a minute to reach the end.

Sylvia hummed Fang Yan's melody softly in a nasal voice, and her delicate face gradually changed. She found that she could not make any changes to this short key, which was only 8 bars long and 32 beats long, and in the simplest of light singing, there was already a brilliant generosity in her heart. The incredulous Sylvia played the horn again, and this time she froze: under the majestic and expansive timbre, it was as if the piano room was singing the song of the gods, singing the praises of the Most High Saint who had given them everything!

"This ...... Honey, is this really a tune you've written? It didn't take long for Sylvia to recover from her slumber, but the look of shock on her face intensified as she asked. Fang Yan's heart flashed with a weak feeling, and he nodded: "I got a few melodies with a burst of inspiration a long time ago, and after repeated pondering and revision, it was finally determined until the day before yesterday. How, what else needs to be changed? ”