Chen Dao went faster than anyone expected, and returned to Berlin before the sun went down.

Chen Dao's car had just stopped in front of the villa in Karin Manor, and the smoke and dust brought up by the wheels had not yet dissipated, and the old housekeeper Wahowiak rushed to Chen Dao's car and opened the car door for Chen Dao himself.

Seeing Chen Dao's tall and straight figure appear in front of him, the old housekeeper was already in tears.

"Young Master Lawson, you are finally back, the marshal and the earl are waiting for you." The old butler said with tears in his eyes.

"Don't do that." Chen Dao patted the old butler on the shoulder and said.

"The marshal and I miss you very much, I beg you not to be away from home for so long, Karin Manor can't live without you." The old housekeeper wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said to Chen Dao.

"Don't worry, I'll be back often." Chen Dao said.

As soon as Chen Daogang walked into the living room of the villa, Jili, who was sitting on the sofa chatting with Amy, rushed up.

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"Heinz, it's too willful for you to run away from home when you're so old, and you won't be allowed to do this again in the future," Jiley pinched her waist with her left hand and pointed at Chen Dao's nose and admonished.

Chen Dao couldn't afford to have any temper with the eldest sister who came from afar, and lowered his head like a schoolboy who made a mistake, and kept chanting: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." ”

Jili saw that Chen Dao's attitude was quite correct, and she accepted it after a few words, she turned around and was about to sit back on the sofa, when she heard Chen Dao's lazy voice behind her.

"Next time."

Gilly angrily raised her fist and beat Chen Dao, Goering and Earl Falk sat on the side laughing and watching the excitement, and countless laughter suddenly resounded in the villa.

Enough trouble with Gilly. Chen Dao greeted Earl Falk and Amy one by one. Then it was also done on the couch.

The family sat in the living room and chatted. Had another hearty dinner.

After dinner, Amy and Gilly took the little princess Ida to play, and Chen Dao, Goering and Earl Fauck came to the study after a long absence, and talked about business.

"Heinz, the Gatling 20-mm anti-aircraft gun already has an experimental version, and it will soon be available to you as a sample, you only need to wait for another half a month." Earl Falk said.

"What is a Gatling twenty-millimeter anti-aircraft gun?" Goering asked curiously.

Count Falk patiently explained to Goering, and it dawned on Goering.

"Show me the finished product when you have it." Goering said.

"Heinz, this time of your absence. We made a few more scrap deals with China, and they were very satisfied and asked me if I could do other trade with them. Goering said.

"Of course, the French have just surrendered, and we have captured enough French equipment to arm millions of people, and we must not let these equipment rust in warehouses, and it is good to use them to create some surplus value." Chen Dao said with a wicked smile.

"Waste is shameful, thrift is glorious, I have known this truth since I was a child." Goering said with a smile.

Earl Falk also smiled happily, knowing that there was another large amount of transportation money to be earned.

"Do you have any friends in the United States? The kind of friend who has the ability? Chen Dao asked Earl Falk.

"Yes, what do you want to buy?" Count Falk was in good spirits. Immediately knew there was another big business to do.

"Aircraft engines, penicillin and other drug formulas, radar, all the things related to the war." Chen Dao said.

Earl Falk had a look of embarrassment on his face, and what Chen Dao said was too broad and lacked detailed descriptions.

Goering, sensing the expression on Count Faulk's face, reminded: "In this way, you go to the United States and make a list of all the war-related goods that your friends can buy, and let Heinz choose them." ”

Count Falk was overjoyed and turned his head to look at Chen Dao.

Chen Dao nodded and said, "Yes, the more types of goods on the list, the better, preferably military products." ”

Count Falk patted his chest excitedly and said, "Wrap it up on me." ”

Earl Falk had just finished playing the guarantee ticket when he suddenly remembered something.

"The books you asked me to buy from China have been bought, there are 500 books, filled with two large boxes, and they have been sent to your study, can you go back and see if it suits your heart? If it's not enough, I can buy more. ”

"Great, I need them, I'll watch them tonight." Chen Dao said excitedly.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Earl Falk was the oldest, and he couldn't stay up all night, so he went back to his room and slept first.

Seeing off his eldest brother-in-law, Goering took out a stack of checks from his desk drawer and patted them in front of Chen Dao.

There were six cheques in total, each of which was in the amount of one hundred thousand marks.

An invisible electronic calculator appeared in Chen Dao's mind, and a series of numbers flashed, and Chen Dao immediately calculated the result.

600,000 marks is equivalent to 30 million yuan in later generations, and he accidentally became a multimillionaire, and the speed of getting rich and becoming well-off is too fast.

Goering had a look of hatred on his face.

"It's just 600,000 marks, just a small amount of money, don't be so excited."

Chen Dao took out a check and stuffed it into his pocket, threw the other five back to Goering, and said unceremoniously: "Help me open an account in a Swiss bank and save it." ”

"Have the Air Force's losses in the French campaign been counted?" Chen Dao then asked.

Goering's face straightened, and he took out a form from the drawer and handed it to Chen Dao.

In the three months of April, May and June, the Luftwaffe lost a total of 2,784 aircraft, including 231 short-range reconnaissance aircraft, 106 long-range reconnaissance aircraft, 579 fighters, 216 twin-engine fighters and night fighters, mainly ME-110 and Rong-88, as well as 976 bombers, 187 ground attack aircraft, 242 transport aircraft, 90 seaplanes and 67 communications aircraft.

Seeing the bloody numbers on the form, Chen Dao frowned.

Seeing Chen Dao's expression, Goering opened his mouth to comfort: "It doesn't matter, these losses are still within our acceptable range, and I have ordered all air teams to hurry up and replenish them according to your reminder, and they will have little impact on our next combat operations." ”

"Is there any unusual behavior in the Führer?" Chen Dao asked.

"I reminded him to pay attention to Italy, but he wasn't interested at all." Goering said.

"I knew it was going to be like this, what about his attitude towards the British?" Chen Dao asked.

"Churchill's battle speech annoyed him, and I think he was about to endure it to the limit, and two days later there was a military meeting of the army, navy and air force, and he asked you to attend by name, and then we will know his true attitude. If he were to ask at the meeting about the plan of war against Britain, how would we answer? Goering said.

"I don't know." Chen Dao said.

"I'm getting down to business, be serious." Goering said unhappily.

"I really don't know." Chen Dao scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Goering's eyes widened.

"There are two days before the meeting, and you said you didn't know."

"Isn't there still two days left, let me think about it again, and I'll tell you before the meeting." Chen Dao said.

"Okay." Goering said helplessly

After Chen Dao pressed the light switch in his study, he saw two brown wooden boxes side by side on the floor of the study.

The box was unlocked, and when Chen Dao opened the box on the left, the first thing that caught his eye was a book list.

Chen Dao glanced at the book list a few times and then flipped through the box, and after a while, he found the book he was looking for.

Sitting on the chair, Chen Dao respectfully put the divine book called "The Art of War" in his hand on the table, folded his hands together and made three folds, and said something in his mouth: "Sun Tzu is on top, give me a little inspiration, let me know how to deal with the British." ”

As a modest bandit, Chen Dao never overestimated his true strength.

Whether it was the Norwegian campaign or the French campaign, all Chen Dao did was to modify the original plan and throw it out against Hitler.

Now the trouble is coming, the "Sea Lion Project" in history when Germany landed in Britain was an aborted plan, and Chen Dao knew six of the seven tricks in the process, but he didn't know anything about it, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

With the thought that grinding the gun in battle is not fast and light, Chen Dao pinned his hopes on "Sun Tzu's Art of War".

It's also written by the famous grandson of the soldier saint, which can always bring me a little inspiration.

With a 120,000-point utilitarian heart, Chen Dao bowed to "The Art of War" and turned the first page of the book.

Glancing at the first page, seeing the dense traditional characters on the page, Chen Dao's enthusiasm disappeared by fifty percent.

Well, although traditional Chinese characters are a bit difficult to read, they are not a big problem, Chen Dao comforted himself.

Chen Daoqiang barely glanced at it a second time, why is it a vertical typesetting? What age is this, can't you print the text horizontally? The enthusiasm in Chen Dao's heart has disappeared by another thirty percent.

I endure! Chen Dao gritted his teeth and glanced at it a third time, finally confirming that there was no punctuation in the book.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it, and the last 20% enthusiasm in Chen Dao's heart for "The Art of War" has completely faded.

Chen Dao unceremoniously threw Sun Tzu's Art of War in his hand on the table, and closed his eyes on the table with his chin in contemplation.

In a trance, Chen Dao noticed that the ground seemed to be shaking, could it be an earthquake? Chen Dao opened his eyes abruptly and looked around.

The ground is as steady as Mount Tai, but the table top is shaking.

Chen Dao looked down and found that there was a gap between the lower right corner of the table and the ground, and the table shook when he pushed it gently.

Chen Dao frowned and looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the book "The Art of War" on the table.

The thickness is just right! Chen Dao stuffed "The Art of War" under the corner of the table and pushed the table again, but the table did not shake.

I'm sorry, grandson, your old man can only be used to pad the corner of the table.

Chen Dao folded his hands and confessed to his grandson, who was "secluded" under the corner of the table, then turned off the lights and left, and went to sleep. (To be continued......)