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Xu Jun never learned to play the piano, and in the era he grew up, the piano was an expensive luxury, and the average student had little access to the instrument except in the school's music classroom.

However, for the current Führer, this is not a problem at all, and in the memory of Jack the cyborg, he preserves the playing methods and music theory knowledge of all kinds of musical instruments in the world. Music is the most important means of human socialization, and Jack, as a social AI, has fully reached the level of a world-class master in instrument playing.

Music was an important subject in the traditional education of the German aristocracy, and a person's musical accomplishment directly reflected the cultural heritage of the family, and was once regarded as an important criterion for distinguishing the difference between the aristocracy and the nouveau riche. When universal education became more common in Germany, special music courses were offered in schools, and even ordinary people began to learn to appreciate classical music.

In the Junkers-packed Wehrmacht officer ranks, there was a huge community of music lovers, and there was no shortage of vinyl phonographs in the baggage that accompanied the German troops. Of course, most of the time, the gramophone plays various Nazi military songs and military music and recordings of the Führer's speeches, but sometimes it also plays the works of Beethoven, Bach, Chopin, Wagner and other musicians.

The Führer gently pressed the keys, and the sound of the piano was as clear as a mountain spring.

"Interesting." The Führer was immediately attracted by the sound quality of the piano.

Xu Jun went around to the front of the piano, but found no trace of the manufacturer, and a shiny brass sheet was inlaid in the place where the trademark should have been marked. The bronze medal is engraved with the phrase "To my beloved." ”。

This is obviously a custom-made machine as a gift, and the exterior decoration does not look very flashy, it should be just an ordinary family piano. There are countless factories and workshops in Europe that can make this kind of piano, and it is difficult to tell which one is the product with this little clue.

The Führer pressed several keys in succession and played a short syllable.

"Bechstein?" Xu Jun turned his head to look at Weierle.

"Sounds like that, my Führer." Wierle replied with his chin in his hand, he was not very proficient in this, and it would be nice if Lieutenant Colonel Kirsten was here, she was an expert in this area.

"It's a Pleyel. An unfamiliar voice interjected.

Xu Jun and Weierle hurriedly followed the prestige, only to see a well-dressed old gentleman standing at the door of the lounge.

"It turned out to be Pleyel, but I didn't expect the sound quality of a French piano to be so clear." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"It's like pounding silver, Your Excellency." After speaking, the person respectfully bowed to Xu Jun.

The man looked to be in his sixties, with dark brown hair that must have been dyed, a very old-fashioned hairstyle, two delicately trimmed mustaches on his lips, a black tuxedo shirt with a white stiff-collared shirt and a small black bow tie between the collars, a pair of light gray straight-leg trousers, and a pair of small pointed leather shoes on his feet, the toe of which was polished.

"You know me?" Xu Jun tilted his head to look at the gentleman in front of the door.

Although there was a stranger standing in front of him, Xu Jun did not worry about his safety at all, this building had long been requisitioned by the SS, although Randolph was usually a little off the line, but he would never let go of any suspicious person. Then this person should be the service staff of the hotel itself, from the way this one is dressed like a housekeeper, Xu Jun guessed that it should be a senior staff member such as a lobby manager.

"For a while, your picture was published every day in the newspapers of Cairo, Your Excellency the Führer." The old man walked into the lounge, stood still at a distance that would not offend Xu Jun and his attaché, and bowed slightly to Xu Jun again.

"It's not a skill that can be acquired by training." Xu Jun noticed this detail, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"The newspapers must have portrayed me like a demon." Then he said half-jokingly.

During the days when the war in Europe was still raging, the British media and many news smearing Xu Jun began to gradually subside until half a month before the British landing. At that time, the landing of German troops in England was a foregone conclusion, and the British had to start thinking about the possibility of the defeat of the British Empire.

"It is true that the media always have to stand on the side of their own country, and I believe that His Excellency the Führer can understand it." The old man replied indifferently.

This kind of attitude of neither humility nor arrogance has rarely been encountered by Xu Jun now, which makes him interested in the identity of the old man.

"It's obviously not fair that you know who I am, and I don't know your name." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't expect to see such an honored guest as you here, Your Excellency, and I forgot to introduce myself for a while. I'm the restaurant supervisor of this hotel, Bourne. Fett, you can call me Bourne. "Bourne. Fett respectfully stroked his chest.

"You're German?" Xu Jun asked.

"Englishman, Your Excellency, except that my mother is from Austria, and she taught me to speak German from an early age." Fett replied.

"You speak German very well, Bourne." Weirle chimed in.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency."

"You may be seated, Mr. Fett." Xu Jun pointed to the seat in front of him.

"I beg your pardon, I'm still on duty, and in front of the guests..."

"There is no need to be restrained in front of me, and besides, aren't the guests' demands the most important, Mr. Fett." Xu Jun waved his hand.

"Then I will be presumptuous, Your Excellency." Fett sat down in his chair.

"You said earlier that this piano is a "Pleyel"? Why isn't there any markings on it? Xu Jun took out a cigar from his pocket.

"There's a romantic story behind this piano." Bourne. Fett magically flicked his wrist, and a shiny cigar lighter appeared at his fingertips.

"Really?" Xu Jun smiled and picked up his cigar.

"Yes, Your Excellency, it starts with the first owner of this inn." Fett skillfully lit the cigar for Xu Jun, and with another flip of his wrist, the burning lighter disappeared.

"Robert. Wilhelm. Sir Durant, a true English gentleman, is now a rarity to find someone like him. Just forty years ago, the knight gave up his career in England and came to Egypt with all his possessions, and built the inn in the city of Cairo. You can tell that the owner has put a lot of thought into the construction, all the components are made of the best materials, and some of the wood is shipped from England. Fett gestured to the carved walls and ceiling around him.

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