Chen Hong rode out of the city in a carriage and came to a village on the outskirts of the city, which was located on the highest point of the plain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 He got out of the carriage at the foot of the mountain and his entourage and began to follow a path that zigzagged up the mountain. When he reached the top of the mountain, he found himself blocked by a fence with green fruits and red and white flowers.

"This is it, hehe, it looks like my memory is not bad."

Chen Hong searched for the door on the fence and soon found it. It was a small wooden door, hinged with wicker, with a buckle made of a rope and a nail. It didn't take long for him to understand its mechanism, and the door opened. He found himself in a small garden, with a hedge on one side and an ancient tower covered with ivy and wild flowers on the other. In the garden, there is a red gravel path lined with dense boxwood trees that have grown for many years, and the path is in a figure 8 shape, zigzag into a walkway. Of the twenty roses that formed the flower bed, not a single insect rested on it. Not a single green insect that thrives on the damp soil to destroy plants is also visible here. But that's not to say that the land in the garden isn't wet. The soil is as black as bituminous coal, and the branches and leaves of the trees grow very thickly, which shows that the soil is indeed very moist. Moreover, if the natural humidity is not enough, it can be immediately replenished artificially, and a large water tank is buried in a corner of the garden. There are a few frogs standing next to the tank, and of course they are always standing on opposite sides of this tub. There was not a single grass to be seen on the path, and there was not a single straw in the flower beds. Although the gardener has not yet appeared, his painstaking management of this small garden is already visible to everyone. Chen Hong closed the door, buckled the rope back to the iron nail, and then stood still and looked around.

Chen Hong suddenly stepped on something behind a sheep's horn cart full of leaves, which was originally lying on his back, and as soon as he stepped on it, he stood up, so Chen Hong found that he was facing a man about fifty years old, who was picking strawberries and putting the strawberries on the grape leaves. He had more than a dozen grape leaves and about the same number of strawberries in his hand, but because he stood up too abruptly, the strawberries rolled off his hand.

"You're picking fruit?" Chen Hong asked with a smile.

"Forgive me, sir," replied a typical Dutch farmer, who raised his hand to the edge of his cap and smiled. "I'm not up there, you know, but I've just come down too."

"I hope I didn't bother you, my friend," Chen said.

"Sir, I apologize once more for delaying you." He glanced at Chen Hong's outfit and probably thought he was an official at the Dutch Ministry of the Interior. But he was also puzzled, because it was a Chinese standing in front of him.

"Rest assured, my friend, I'm here to ask you for a little favor." Chen Hong smiled and said, "It may be a waste of your time." ”

"Ahh My time is worthless. The man replied with a sad smile. It belongs to the government, and I shouldn't waste it, but after receiving the signal, I can rest for an hour. He looked up at the sunset in the garden, "Ten minutes to go." ”

"That's the telegraph room, isn't it?" Chen Hong looked at the ancient pagoda and asked with a smile.

"Yes, are you here to make an urgent report, sir?" The telegraph operator who works part-time as a gardener asked.

"Yes, if it doesn't break the rules."

"Sir, ten minutes are almost over, and I must go back to my duties." The telegraph operator said, "Will you please go up with me?" ”

"I'm following you, friend."

Chen Hong walked into the tower. "Does it take a lot of time to learn how to send newspapers?" He asked.

"It doesn't take long to learn it, it's just that the work is very monotonous and very boring."

"How much do you get paid?"

"Less than two thousand, sir."

"Rarely."

"Yes."

They went up to the third floor. This is the telegraph room. Chen Hong watched the transmitter with interest. "It's very interesting," he said, "but you must be very tired of this life over time." ”

"Yes. But after a few years, I got used to it. ”

"How long have you been here?"

"I've been a robot for eighteen years."

"You're now—"

"Fifty-two, sir."

"How long do you have to serve before you can claim a pension?"

"Oh, sir, thirty years."

"How much is the pension?"

"Very little, sir."

The telegraph operator sat down in front of the machine, "Sir, what do you want to send?" ”

"Send it all out." Chen Hong handed him a piece of paper and shoved a stack of banknotes into the man's hand.

"You're ......"

"This dispatch may cost you this poor position, and these are your compensation."

"Sir, you can't force me to do bad things." The telegraph operator protested, but Chen Hong noticed that although his hands were shaking, he still took the banknote.

"I didn't ask you to do anything bad, I just asked you to do me a favor."

"Sir—"

Chen Hong pulled out another stack of banknotes from his pocket. "There's 10,000 here." He said, "Add the thirty thousand that are already in your pocket, and that's forty thousand." You can use them to buy a plot of land and a nice little house; The rest will allow you to live out your old age in peace. ”

"Sir, if the Ministry of the Interior found out, I would be in jail......"

"I swear to God, it's not a bad thing, and it won't take long. Not only will you not be in jail, but the Home Office will thank you for saving many lives. ”

"Really?"

"Listen, my friend," said Chen Hong, "I don't want to make you regret it in the slightest, so, believe me, I can swear to you that you have done no harm to anyone, you have only done God's will." ”

The telegraph operator looked at the banknotes in his hand, his face turned red, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead, he put the banknotes into his pocket, calmed down, turned the things that Chen Hong handed over to him into telegraph signals, and sent them out one after another.

"Excellent." Chen Hong took out his pocket watch and looked at it, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Prussia, on the outskirts of Potsdam, Sanssouci Palace.

Sanssouci is the palace of the Prussian royal family, built in the 18th century for the Prussian royal family to escape the summer. The shape of the palace is magnificent and majestic, and the side of the outer wall is carved and painted, which is very magnificent. It is not only a majestic palace, but also a private residence palace with a rococo style, a one-story building with a mountain base, a personal palace that allows people to reach the spacious terrace and the garden without having to walk many steps, and is infinitely close to nature. Except during the war, Frederick the Great lived in Sanssouci every year from the end of April to the beginning of October. With the exception of himself, only the male guests he had chosen were allowed to stay at Sanssouci Palace.

Built on the Grape Hill, Sanssouci Palace embodies the design concept of integrating people and the environment. The central part of Sanssouci Palace. THE CENTER PROTRUDES FORWARD IN AN ARC, AND THE EAVES ARE ENGRAVED WITH THE WORDS "SANSSOUCI". Pillars protrude from the façade, and statues of women of various postures are attached to them. Each statue has at least one hand in the posture of propping up the eaves, and the lower half of the body is a wavy skirt, which evolves into a broken shape and gradually disappears, with a sense of power, dynamics and fantasy. The main attraction is the terraced vineyards beneath the central palace. About 20 knots of stairs extend from the main palace on the garden net below, with a faint green color. In spring and summer, visitors can stroll through it very pleasantly. As early as the 13th century in the Brandenburg region was already and became a common vineyard and was never used as an ornamental garden decoration by the royal family. At Sanssouci Palace, these ordinary vines become the centerpiece of the terraced terrace of the Grape Mountain. Coupled with the small and exquisite palace on the top of the mountain, it is even more perfect. For Sanssouci Palace, the most beautiful time of the year is summer. Whenever the King of Prussia stood on the vineyard, the picturesque scenery could be seen. Behind him is a sanssouci palace where he can enjoy and play his personal talent hobbies.

On one side of Sanssouci Palace, there is a pavilion that is not grand but is splendid, known as the "Chinesisches Haus" (Chinese Building). The Chinese Building is a round pavilion surrounded by statues of various Asian figures, and Frederick the Great was fond of various cultures, and was also full of curiosity and yearning for the ancient oriental country of China. He did his best to collect a variety of objects from the Orient, such as silk and porcelain, to decorate his Chinese House, and to furnish it in a luxurious way to match the opulent and gorgeous Oriental world in his mind.

But today, in the Chinese building of Sanssouci Palace, there is a strange atmosphere.

"I now wonder how the Dutch know this." King Wilhelm I of Prussia, with a gloomy face, handed a newspaper to Bismarck.

Bismarck took the newspaper calmly and glanced at it, although he had already known the news on the way to Sanssouci Palace, but when he saw the contents of the newspaper, his heart still chuckled.

"The Dutch government has protested against the Dutch bank in Frankfurt's black hands, and the Breschroeder family may be the mastermind......"

"ABN AMRO run on bank and Rothchild bank rejected offer to buy its gold stockpiles......"

"Rothchild Bank secretly acquired a large amount of war materials, rumors that Prussia may start a war ......"

"Spanish public debt plummets ......"

Bismarck saw the shocking news all over the place, and was shocked, but he was still calm on the surface, "It should be the news deliberately released by the French spy, Your Majesty." He replied.

"I don't want to blame you for relying too much on your private bank steward for raising military spending." King William gave him a cold look, "But, I wonder, how could anyone know something that only you and me, or Baron Rothchild himself, know?" ”

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