"That's good news, and I'm sure Mr. Valr would be happy to hear that." After a nonchalant reply, Xu Jun brought the whiskey glass to his lips, which would usually mean the end of the conversation if he wasn't ready to continue.

This Viscount Stewart did not know where he came from, and according to diplomatic etiquette, he had to talk to the German Führer at least through the recommendation of a superior person, such as Viscount Wood representing the British Cabinet or Prince George representing the British royal family.

The latter is the youngest son of George V, and he also holds the title of Duke of Kent, because he has a number in the British Army, Navy and Air Force, and not only has three ranks of landing, navy and air force at the same time, but can even be promoted at the same time.

After the outbreak of war in Europe, Prince George was appointed deputy commander of the Royal Air Force with the rank of honorary brigadier general of the Air Force, which was effectively a morale-boosting mascot, but the Germans did not know the tricks, and as a result, His Royal Highness was taken prisoner of war in a prisoner of war camp for several weeks after the British surrendered.

George VI finally remembered his youngest brother, and through Chamberlain's mediation, he was finally fished out of the prisoner of war camp. In fact, this prince did not suffer much in the prisoner of war camp, and the Luftwaffe treated these high-ranking prisoners of war quite well, and the weight of this prince even increased by more than a dozen pounds when he was released.

Because of this, the prince can be said to have a good impression of the Germans, so this time George VI appointed him as a representative of the royal family to Berlin to participate in this grand military parade.

It is worth mentioning here that this prince was a playboy in the famous London social circles in his youth, and his private life was not only erosive but also unscrupulous, and he was once a close friend of Prince Paul of Yugoslavia, who is said to have been bent by his own hands.

"I think so too, Your Excellency, and His Royal Highness the Regent thinks ......" Viscount Stewart did not seem to want to pass up this rare opportunity, and although he was not a hereditary nobleman, he was also specially trained in social matters. Stewart is well aware that his behavior today has committed a lot of diplomatic taboos, but because of the mission he is carrying, he must continue this chat. Edward and his stakeholders could not wait for the restoration, and as a messenger, he had to convey the Duke's heart to the German Führer in person, reminding the Germans to fulfill their previous agreement as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute." Xu Jun interrupted the other party's words mercilessly.

"What do you mean by regent? I don't remember that your country appointed a regent. ”

"This... Respect... Honorable Führer, I'm sorry I mean the Duke of Windsor... His Majesty King Edward VIII of the previous king. The sudden attack of the German Führer made Stewart completely panicked, could it be that the German Führer now has a new plan, wanting to overturn the previous agreement with the Duke.

"The Duke of Windsor has long been a good friend of the German people, and I ask you to convey to His Excellency the Duke that I hope the Duke will be able to visit Berlin in his spare time this year, and I look forward to meeting him again." Xu Jun raised his glass to Stewart, then turned around and walked to the cold table on the side.

A squire stepped forward to block the viscount's face, and Stewart had to take out a handkerchief from his pocket in a daze, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he pondered how to return to the duke.

"Do you want to get rid of that man? My Führer. Tysenhofen walked up to Xu Jun and asked with concern.

"Leave him alone, just a pretentious idiot." Xu Jun set his glass aside, picked up a meat fork, forked a few slices of smoked wild boar meat in a large silver tray, and poured a spoonful of the chef's carefully prepared sauce.

"My Führer, Viscount Wood, has gone to the little drawing-room." Weirle walked over with a glass of champagne.

"Got it, what about Reival?" Xu Jun split the bacon with a fork and asked a little casually.

"He's already waiting in the living room, with General Lapard." Wehrle replied.

"Well, let's go, don't keep the guests waiting too long." Xu Jun put down the plate and walked to the side door in the corner of the hall under the guidance of Weierle.

The Reich Führer is always the center of the gathering, and his every move is in the spotlight, and the Reich Führer, who is full of social skills, has shown extraordinary personal charm in the previous hospitality greetings, just a dozen meters to the small living room, the guests on both sides either bowed down to salute him, or learned from the Germans to raise their right arms in salute.

Standing next to the side door were two SS guards wearing parade uniforms, and when they saw Xu Jun, they hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Don't let anyone bother me." Xu Jun instructed Tysenhofen.

"Yes, my Führer." The adjutant hit the heel of his boot and opened the door sideways for Xu Jun.

"He shouldn't have left at this time." Dekanozov frowned, tilted his head and drank the vodka from the shot glass.

"Is there something wrong? Deputy People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs. "Major Roshka, who is a military attache of the guard, put down the half-eaten sausage in his hand, and the ideological opposition aside, the variety of German cuisine is wonderful.

"Forget it, I won't understand it if I explain it to you." Dekanozov picked up a small shortbread and scooped up a handful of fine Russian caviar in a small crystal bowl.

The Russian food on display here is all original Soviet goods, which are part of the barter between the Soviet Union and Germany, and of course the Soviet Union has maintained a fairly high trade deficit in this luxury trade.

As mentioned earlier, almost every week, several trains loaded with high-end European food, wine, leather goods, and fine furniture crossed the Polish border into the territory of the Soviet Union. These goods were only available to the privileged and were even distributed to the homes of the military and political elite as benefits, such as the monthly rationing of high-class liquor and cigarettes for senior officers of the Red Army.

Soviet servicemen had considerable privileges to buy state-controlled goods in military clubs. Although the Soviet Union's international status has been improved, there are still many barriers to international trade, and the Soviet Union has insufficient foreign exchange reserves, and sometimes even has to use gold reserves to buy goods that cannot be produced domestically, so these imported civilian goods that are not necessities are even more precious.

"Reactionary and decadent imperialists, greedy German bastards, sooner or later the Soviets will have to settle accounts with them." Dekanozov chewed the caviar shortbread in his mouth as hard as if he were chewing on the bones of the German Führer.

"Comrade Deputy People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs, the French Prime Minister is gone." A young man in a gray suit hurried over and whispered in Dekanozov's ear.

"When did you not see you?" Dekanozov swallowed the food in his mouth and asked eagerly.

"About five minutes ago." The young man replied in a whisper.

"Why is it being reported now? Who is in charge of keeping an eye on the French? Major Roshka questioned.

"It's Captain Yakov." The young man replied.

"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's see who's missing here." Dekanozov raised his hand to stop the major of national security, who wanted to continue questioning.

"Understood, Comrade Deputy People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs." The young man nodded gratefully.

"Take that Yakov and this when you go back..."Looking at the young man's back, Dekanozov frowned slightly.

"Petro. Nikolavich. Kirkin. Roshka reminded in a whisper.

"Put them on the list of the next batch of people to be repatriated." The former "Baku executioner" picked up another glass of vodka from the table.

"Arrest them as soon as you cross the border." Then he raised his head and drank it all quickly.

PS: I'm sorry, I suddenly had something to deal with yesterday, and I didn't have time to send a notice.