"The airport is ready, my Führer, is it still on schedule?" Tysenhofen placed a small pot of green tea on the coffee table in the Führer's hand.

"Thanks, Eric, no need to postpone, leave on time in an hour." Xu Jun signed his name at the end of the document, closed the folder and handed it to Dao Gen, who was standing beside him.

"My Führer, then I'll deal with this matter at once." Dogen tucked the folder under his armpit and respectfully asked the Führer for instructions.

"You go, get to the airport in an hour, is it too late?"

"No problem at all, my Führer." Dogan puffed up his chest, slammed the heels of his boots neatly, and raised his arms to salute the Führer.

"I did the math and so far about 700,000 Deutsche marks have been invested. It will increase next month, about 2.2 million. Sitting on the couch, Weierle put down the pencil in his hand and bowed down to report to Xu Jun.

"You put the Polish side... Are they all taken into account? Xu Jun picked up the teapot and made himself a cup of tea.

"All counted, my Führer." Werler nodded affirmatively.

"It's just a small amount, if we can achieve the results we need, even if the investment is doubled, it's worth it, and the Eye of Odin doesn't have to worry about my side at all." Xu Jun put down the teapot and picked up his usual blue and white porcelain teacup.

"I see what you mean, it's quite a complicated plan. Now there are still some family members of the people involved waiting to be transferred, and some of the victims need to be bereaved and bought... Werler continued.

"I know all of what you said, I've read all the reports and know the difficulties and dangers of frontline personnel. Wehrle, we don't have much time, before the end of the year, I have to see the results, I have always believed in the Eye of Odin, and this time it will not disappoint me. Xu Jun waved his hand after speaking.

"I see, everything will be as you wish, my Führer." Weirle bowed his head respectfully.

"I'm sure Colonel Kirsten can handle everything, Werle, sometimes you should let go and try to let your subordinates solve these problems." Xu Jun took a sip of warm tea.

"I am indeed overly nervous, my Führer. The [Winter] plan has been fully launched, and any small mistake at this time may have a very serious impact on the implementation of the entire plan. Wehrle lifted the teacup with a straight face.

"Just do what you have to do, look at me." Xu Jun said with a smile at his number one staff.

"Yes, my Führer, you are right." Weirle laughed a little helplessly.

"Look at the time, Brumberg already set off from Haiphong last night." Xu Jun looked up at the classical craft table clock on the fireplace.

"They are seven hours away from Berlin, and they should be at sea by now." Werler picked up a small biscuit from the snack tray on the coffee table.

"The first Chinese laborers had already begun to settle in the southern regions, and Pétain became interested in Chinese laborers. We talked on the phone last night, and I told him that unless he gave these Chinese the same treatment as us, guess how he answered at the time. Xu Jun put down the teacup and opened the lid of the wooden humidor.

"He must have said that he would think about it." Weirle replied, chewing on a biscuit.

He did answer that France is now trying to restore production, and they need a lot of cheap labor to save on production costs. It is likely that our orders for the French military-industrial complex will be delayed for some time. Xu Jun bit down on his trimmed cigar and struck a slender special match.

"My Führer, Deputy Minister Ribbentrop, has arrived." Tysenhowen stood at the door of his office and reported.

"Let him come in right away, I've been waiting for him for a long time."

"Yes, my Führer, Führer, please come in at once, Your Excellency Deputy Minister." The adjutant pushed the door open with the doorknob and let the foreign minister in.

"Hey! Reinhart! The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs raised his arms in salute.

"Sit here, Ribbentrop." Xu Jun held a cigar and beckoned to the champagne merchant.

"How's it going?" Waiting for the other party to sit down, Xu Jun couldn't wait to ask.

"Hiroshi Oshima was very surprised when he got the things, and he asked where we got this information." Ribbentrop opened his bag and placed a check in front of Xu Jun.

"This is what he gave me before I left."

"Eighty thousand marks, the Bavarian Commercial Bank, the Japanese are really generous." Xu Jun picked up the check and stretched out his finger to flick the gray-green bill.

"Keep it, Ribbentrop." Xu Jun handed the check to the vice foreign minister.

"No, my Führer, this is a bribe, I cannot accept it." The former champagne merchant's face was full of justice at the moment.

"The fact that you can show it is enough to prove your loyalty to me, and this is to be used as a reward for your work during this time. Your day-to-day expenses are large and you need a subsidy just in time. "Although I know that this guy in front of me has already reaped enough benefits for public and private purposes, but for that loyalty, I should still encourage him.

"The twenty-third naval plan of the USSR. This information was sent to Japan, and Hiroshi Oshima received no less reward. Wehrle also smiled and accosted.

"Yes, judging from Hiroshi Oshima's expression, he attaches great importance to this information." Ribbentrop twisted for a few seconds, then took the check from Xu Jun's hand, folded it and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the dress.

"The simultaneous construction of four super-battleships with a full load of sixty-five thousand tons, the Japanese will definitely not consider this to be directed against Germany." The Führer shrugged his shoulders after speaking.

"It's going to clear the minds of the Japanese." Ribbentrop echoed with a flattering smile.

"No, I think it's going to be the other way around." Xu Jun turned the cigar in his hand.

"My Führer, what do you mean—" the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs looked humbly admonished.

"It's too early to say this, did Hiroshi Oshima doubt the authenticity of the information at the time?" Weirle chimed in.

"There was no doubt at all, I told him it was out of our personal friendship, and the official Empire did not know about it." Ribbentrop looked smug.

"Well, you've done a good job this time, I'm very satisfied, and when you come back this time, there will be more important tasks for you." The Führer majestic and full of affirmation of the achievements of the deputy minister.

"All for Germany, my Führer." Ribbentrop was resolute and loudly declared his loyalty to the Empire.

"By the way, are you ready to salute? Wear a suit later? Xu Jun pointed to the deputy minister's dress with a cigar.

"The salute has been sent to the airport, and I have brought another set of dresses. Oh, thanks, Eric. At this time, Tysenhowen brought a cup of coffee to the deputy minister, and Ribbentrop politely nodded in thanks.

"I've heard that the weather is nice in Italy, my Führer." Wehrle said, holding a small biscuit.

"I'm going to Mussolini's funeral first, by the way, Eric, where's my speech?" Xu Jun looked up at his adjutant.

"It's in the filing cabinet, and your dress is in the box." Tysenhowen replied.

"Don't forget the white one."

"Nothing will be forgotten, my Führer." The adjutant replied with his hands behind his back.

"The Vatican has said that it will welcome you with the most solemn ceremony." Ribbentrop said.

"The gift to the Pope is already on the plane." Xu Jun tilted his head to look at the adjutant.

"It's all ready, and everything for the cardinals, bishops, and deacons is all on the plane." Tysenhofen said, crossing his fingers.

"Well, it's almost time, let's go now." Looking up at the clock, the Führer stood up.

"The convoy is already waiting at the front door." Tysenhofen walked quickly to the desk and picked up the military hat that Xu Jun had placed on the table.

"My Führer, this time you are going to stop by Greece?" Werler picked up his coat and briefcase that were placed next to the couch.

"If I have time, I'd like to see Athens." Xu Jun took the military cap from Tysenhofen and put it on his head.

"Have you never been there before? My Führer. ”

"For the first time, Ribbentrop."

"I remember that you have been to Greece more than a dozen times, Ribbentrop, and if the Führer has any questions, he can ask him directly."

"It is a great honour, my Führer."

"It's a shame it's not a good season for swimming, Eric."

"There will be a chance next year, my Führer."

"Verle, if I have the chance, I would like to go to Egypt to see the pyramids."

"If the plan goes well, you'll get it."

"I'd like to go back to Shanghai, Werle."

"Wait a minute, my Führer, what do you mean by "back" just now. ”

The group walked along the magnificent Imperial Gallery towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Office.

PS: Caught up, thank you for your understanding. (To be continued.) )