Dogen didn't want to explain more, as long as the Führer was happy, he just glanced at General Weierle lightly, and sighed that the old fox's secrecy work was really good.

The decoration of the Defu building completely retains the style of the French store, and it is still a spacious lobby after entering the door, but the area is more than three times larger than the French one. It was lunchtime, and the lobby was already full of guests who had come to eat.

As mentioned earlier, Germans are a people who love food, and as long as the taste is good enough, they don't care what country they eat from. There are a lot of Italian and French recipes mixed up in German cuisine, and some even keep the original name, and the Germans don't care about these at all, and they still eat with their cheeks up.

Chinese cuisine entered Germany relatively late, and before the Nazis came to power, there was a wave of Chinese fever in Germany. At that time, some business-minded Chinese businessmen opened several Chinese restaurants in Berlin, mainly for local Chinese students.

Because of the relationship between the boss's hometown, most of the sales are the southern Fujian cuisine of the generation in Xiamen, Fujian, as well as a variety of Cantonese dim sum. Unfortunately, Germans are not very accustomed to the southern flavors, because the geographical environment of Germany is in the cold zone, and they are more adapted to the northern cuisine of China.

Xu Jun remembered that when Defu Lou was in France, he sold small dishes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the boss Zhou Yun was from Shaoxing, which was half a fellow villager of the chairman.

If it weren't for the fact that he retired from the army due to injuries during the Battle of Songhu in 32, he would have been able to mix at least one major of the National Army by now, but it is more likely that like many of his colleagues in the army, he would have died under the walls of the capital in the Battle of Nanjing five years later.

In the Battle of Songhu, the 88th Division suffered heavy losses, and the elite who finally retreated from the battlefield was wiped out in the city of Nanjing, and only 500 of the 6,000 tigers before the battle survived.

At that time, the battle situation in Yuhuatai was fierce, and the division commander Sun Yuanliang actually took the troops directly under the division and the remnants of the 264th Brigade, abandoned the position and wanted to escape from Xiaguan, but was blocked back by Song Xilian's troops at Rujiangmen, and the Japanese army broke through from the position he abandoned, and drove straight to the city wall of Nanjing, and almost killed Li Tianxia's department who was defending on his flank, and this place was not washed by later generations anyway.

Because of the sudden loss of superior command, the 262nd Brigade, which remained in Yuhuatai, soon collapsed under the onslaught of the Japanese army, and after the formation was dispersed, most of the officers and soldiers of the brigade were captured or surrendered by the Japanese army, and in the end, almost all of these highly trained elite infantry died tragically under the butcher's knife of the Japanese army.

Today, the 88th Division of the National Government Army is a unit rebuilt after the war, and it has completely lost the essence of the readjustment division of the year. At this time, some of the seeds of the 88th Division were still preserved, and the lone military camp guarding the Sixing warehouse was under the supervision of the Shanghai Concession at this time, and if history did not change, after the outbreak of the Pacific War in 41 years, they would fall into the hands of the Japanese army along with the concession. Of course, Xu Jun would not let this kind of thing happen, and he still admired this tenacious elite army in his heart, of course, excluding those scum who were bought by Wang Pseudo.

Xu Jun and his party walked into the restaurant, and they didn't attract much attention, and the guests were chatting happily or busy enjoying their lunch. However, Dougan and a few guards attracted some curious glances, although the Gestapo was famous, but the overall number was not large, and ordinary people rarely had the opportunity to face these secret police.

Of course, these eyes are only pointed, and they immediately look away after a short pause, for fear of attracting the attention of these Imperial Eagle Dogs and causing unnecessary trouble to themselves.

At this time, a waiter in a short white suit came forward, and Xu Jun found that this person had an Asian face, but he seemed to be missing something, and he always felt that he did not look like a Chinese.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." The waiter speaks fluent German.

"Good afternoon, we booked a private room." Wehrle stepped forward to talk.

"Are you Monsieur Verle?" The waiter asked respectfully.

"Yes, I'm Wehrle." The chief of staff replied with a nod.

"Ah, is it seven guests? The special room you have reserved is already ready, please follow me this way. The waiter bowed to Werle and motioned for the guests to follow him.

"When exactly did you book your room?" Xu Jun asked in a low voice.

"I called Kirsten while you were changing." Weirle replied with a smug expression.

"What the hell is going on, don't play tricks, you know what I'm trying to ask." The Führer had a commercial smile on his face and showed his white front teeth.

"Sir, when you get to the room, I'll explain to you slowly." Weierle raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that didn't exist, and replied in a low voice.

In addition to the lobby on the first floor, there are more than a dozen private rooms on the second floor for customers or VIPs in need.

It seemed that the business of the restaurant was good, and Xu Jun met several waiters in white uniforms and carrying food delivery trays along the way. In those days, the short white jacket was the standard attire for waiters in German restaurants, even for the staff in the restaurant of the Führer. To Xu Jun's surprise, these waiters were all Asian faces.

"Are all the people working in the restaurant Chinese?" Xu Jun couldn't help but ask.

"You've noticed, sir." The waiter looked back and replied with a smile: "Not all Chinese work here, for example, I was born in Borneo, my father is Fujianese, and my mother is from Dutch Indochina. There are also some Filipinos and French Indochinese here, but it's like a big family, and everyone is like a family with each other. "The waiter's German is very good, I can't hear the Asian accent at all.

"Sounds good." The Führer nodded in appreciation. "Who's to say it's not, sir." The waiter responded generously.

The private room reserved by Werler was at the top of the hallway, and according to the waiter, it was the largest and most luxurious private room in the restaurant.

Facts also proved that his introduction was not exaggerated, and as soon as Xu Jun walked into this room, he was attracted by the exquisite and elegant decoration.

It can be seen that the room has been carefully designed by the owner, with an obvious Soviet-style architectural style, with pale gray terracotta tiles on the floor, and a circle of Chinese furniture such as cabinets and bookshelves placed against the wall, making people feel like they are in the study of some ancient Chinese, with several calligraphy and landscape paintings hanging on the white powder wall on the front, and I don't know if it is an antique or an imitation.

In the middle of the room was a large hardwood round table, on which were already placed cups, plates, chopsticks, knives and forks.

"You only need to prepare four sets of cutlery, and remove the rest." Dougan said to the waiter.

"Four sets? Got it, please wait. Although the waiter had some doubts in his heart, the guest's request always came first.

"It's all checked, and there's nothing out of the ordinary." After searching the furniture in the room, the three guards walked up to Dogen to report.

"Go outside and keep watch, two at the door, and one at the top of the stairs." Dogan ordered with a serious expression.

"Yes, Colonel." The guard nodded in agreement, then turned around and saluted Xu Jun, then opened the door and walked out.

"Alright, Verle, now you can explain to me, I want to know all the details, and I can't miss a single thing." Xu Jun reached out and touched the teapot on the table, the tea was still hot.

PS: Thank you for your support, the author will continue to work hard, I am a little unwell today, the number of words is less, I hope you can understand.