Reaching out and putting his hand on the teapot and removing it from under the Führer's palm, the chief of staff did not seem to feel the temperature at all. Xu Jun propped his elbows on the table, his slender fingers supporting his cheeks, silently watching his henchmen, pouring green tea into the white porcelain cup.

"Do you remember that farce in Paris? My Führer. Weierle poured Xu Jun and himself a cup of tea, and then put the teapot at hand.

The table is a reddish-brown hardwood, with no tablecloths or glass tops, just an embroidered placemat placed in front of each seat, in a fancy style of traditional Chinese flowers of the four seasons.

The Führer did not answer Werler's question, he picked up the porcelain cup and sniffed the fragrance of tea.

"After that incident, in accordance with your orders, Telford received a large amount of financial compensation, which was enough for Mr. Zhou to buy two such restaurants." Wehrle drew a circle in the air with his index finger.

This was indeed Xu Jun's order, and he really hoped to be able to help that fellow a little at that time. However, at that time, the European war was not over, the French government had not yet surrendered, and England was still stubbornly resisting, and it was impossible for the Reich to waste his attention on such small matters.

A foreign encounter with a Chinese restaurateur is just a small episode in the life of a national leader, and that's it.

The Führer was born in Bavaria, and his skin, eyes, hair, blood, every cell in his body, every genetic sequence proclaimed that he was a pure German. No one knew that in this perfect exorcism, there was a young soul from another plane.

From the perspective of the Germans, Xu Jun's compensation to Boss Zhou was already quite generous, and it should be said that the Führer was worthy of being an apostle sent by God, and he was so merciful and generous to a foreigner.

Xu Jun's assassination was actually just inadvertently involved in a business dispute between the boss and the Japanese, which may not be clear to others, but Weierle, as a party, knows the inside story of this matter. For reasons unknown to Werler, the Chinese boss had the favor of the Reich Führer, but as chief of staff personally, he had no other feelings about the Chinese.

"I thought that was the end of the matter, but just last month, I suddenly received a letter from Mr. Zhou, forwarded by the German Army Command in Paris." Wehrle picked up his teacup and bowed his head to take a sip of tea.

"Oh?" Xu Jun tilted his head to look at the chief of staff, straightened up and changed his sitting position.

"That's my problem, I gave him his contact address in Berlin." Wehrle explains.

"Just a few simple greetings and thanks, his French is not bad, but his German skills are limited. The letter said that his restaurant business in Paris was taken care of by the garrison headquarters, and many officers and soldiers and tourists came to him for dinner. You don't have to look at me like that, you've only been to this folk restaurant in Paris, and the rest of the time you dine in the hotel restaurant and in your room. ”

"Looks like I'm going to charge Zhou a sum of money for advertising." Xu Jun smiled.

The celebrity effect can work in any era, especially in today's Europe, where a place that the German Führer has set foot in could theoretically become a tourist attraction.

"So this meal is a weekly treat, and he has promised me before." Weirle replied with a smile.

"He's here? I mean Zhou, he's in Berlin right now? Although Xu Jun had a hunch, it was better to ask in person.

"Of course, he's in the store today, do you want to see him?" Wehrle replied.

"Okay, call him over right away, and his son... Let's call Kobayashi, did he come to Berlin with him? Xu Jun asked happily.

"It's a pity that the child didn't come with him, according to Zhou, after that incident, he sent the child to school, and he hopes that the child can control his own destiny when he becomes an adult." Wehrle replied.

"Does knowledge change fate?" Xu Jun raised his head and ran his fingers around his sideburns.

There are really not many Chinese who have this insight in these years, but in Europe in the forties, this is obviously a bit too idealistic. At this time, scholars and experts were everywhere in Europe, and only a few people really made a fortune by learning.

During the war years, ordinary European intellectuals could barely support their families on meager incomes, and many of them struggled to survive on poverty and starvation because they lacked the skills needed during the war. This also directly led to the great migration of European talents, when almost a generation of European-trained scientific and technological elites chose to go to the other side of the ocean to find a way out, laying a solid foundation for the rise of the United States in terms of technology after the war.

However, according to the child's age, when he succeeds in his studies, China's political situation should also be stable, and all kinds of overseas talents are needed to go back to build the country.

"Let him send the child to Berlin to study, and you can arrange it yourself." Xu Jun felt that he couldn't learn anything real from the French, and Berlin had the best universities in Europe, where he could learn really useful knowledge.

"Yes, my Führer." There were no outsiders in the room at this time, and the chief of staff could be addressed by the Führer.

"So this restaurant—" the Führer changed the subject.

"I asked him to come to Berlin." Wehrler confessed.

"The number of Chinese in Berlin is growing rapidly as the Overseas Worker Program unfolds, and they need a place where they can eat their hometown food." Wehrle said.

"It's just a superficial explanation, tell me what your real intentions are, you won't waste energy on this kind of thing, Weierle." Based on Xu Jun's understanding of the chief of staff, this fox is by no means a philanthropic person.

"I mentioned to you before that I was going to build an intelligence network among the Chinese workers, my Führer. If you follow your plan, their number may soon exceed a million, because of cultural differences, it is difficult for us to control the minds of these foreign workers. Weirle's expression became serious.

"You're worried about the ideological side." Xu Jun's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

"Similar signs are already emerging, and there is evidence that left-wing ideas are being spread among the labor community, which is a serious security concern for the empire that was about to go to war head-on with the Red Soviet Union. Not only that, but I received an investigation report from a team of agents sent to French Indochina, who identified some intelligence agents belonging to the Nanking regime, and even professional spies affiliated with the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the military. Weirle said.

"I didn't even know about this kind of thing, why didn't you report it to me in the first place." Xu Jun's face sank, and it was a very serious situation for his subordinates to conceal information.

"Because we haven't had enough evidence yet, these people are very covert and can be seen to be quite expert in intelligence work. I suggest that the Empire allow them to continue to operate among the labor groups for the time being, and even allow them to expand the size of the organization, so that we may have a chance to infiltrate their gangs. As long as we have a good grasp of their internal structure and methods of activity, then we can make them available to us.

I believe in the ability of the Eye of Odin to hunt down these organizations at any time before they can cause real harm to the Empire. Plans and reports are in the works, and if you need them urgently, I promise to have them on your desk next week. Weierle bowed his head respectfully and replied, he knew that he had committed some taboos against Xu Jun, but he also believed that the Führer's trust in him would not be affected by this trivial matter.

Weierle did feel Xu Jun's spleen and stomach, and the Führer was indeed full of trust in this chief staff, in fact, as long as the reasons explained were sufficient to satisfy him, he could tolerate some mistakes made by the people around him, provided that he did not touch the scale in his heart.

"Don't be in a hurry to report, are you going to start with this restaurant? I also believe in the abilities of the Eye of Odin, but..."Xu Jun felt that this plan was really difficult to implement.

"I think I know what you're concerned about, we don't have a Chinese intelligence agent, but that's no longer a problem. Mr. Zhou has agreed to join us, and he will be responsible for recruiting the right intelligence officers from the labor force, but he will not participate in espionage activities against China. Werler reported.

"Understandably, he is a Chinese after all." Xu Jun raised his head and drank the tea: "You can call Zhou in, Weierle." I was hungry and brought the menu. ”

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