It was gloomy, and the wind in the streets was getting more and more urgent, although it was not raining," a storm was gathering strength, and it was impossible to say when it would rush to this filthy city with that sweeping power.

"Let's make this storm harder."

There was a drunken man on the street shouting like this, which sounded a little angry, but also a little helpless, and it seemed to borrow the famous phrase of some great writer, shouting it out was so powerful, so leaky.

Hearing the drunk's shout, Mr. Rosen turned his head to look, and now the drunkard was somewhat familiar, as if he was the scoundrel who often came to his beer hall to drink, but because he owed too many wine bills, Mr. Rosen had long forbidden this person to step into his beer hall, and once threatened to send the guy who owed the wine bill to the police station, but in the end he still did not do so, after all, the German economy is now in a depression, and even the police often owe wages, It's very unwise to go and deal with a bunch of hungry red-eyed cops for the sake of a drunk who owes a wine bill.

"I don't know which beer hall owner I'm targeting again. Poor guy. ”

Mr. Rosen prayed mentally for the unknown brewhall owner, then turned back and shouted at the fellow.

"You guy, haven't you eaten? Do you want me to carry the barrel myself? ”

Under the boss's reprimand, the guy from the beer hall immediately sped up his movements, unloaded a small keg from the carriage, carried it on his shoulder, and walked into the beer hall behind him.

Mr. Rosen also carried a barrel of beer and followed the guy into his beer hall.

The dim light, the strong smell of alcohol, the incomprehensible whispering of drunkards, and the not-so-beautiful sound of the violin, this is the present scene of this beer hall, because of the large number of unemployed, the business of the beer hall is much better than during the war, but more and more people drink in arrears, in order to avoid making ends meet, Mr. Rosen, the owner of the beer hall, specially wrote a line on the door of the store: Refuse to pay debts.

In order to drink, many drunkards even have to pawn their last decent clothes out, so many of the drinkers in this beer hall are now dressed in tatters, and it is of course best for these frustrated people to get drunk in the beer hall, but many of them may end up dying in the street, or by the soup kitchen, in short, Mr. Lawson will never let them stay in the beer hall until they have their last breath, which will attract the police, and the fines that come with the police.

"Hey, you can rest, no one here listens to your song, it's so sad

Walking past a drinker who was sitting at a table playing the violin, Mr. Rosen patted him on the shoulder as a kind reminder, for he did not want to see anyone here thunder again at the sad sound of the violin.

The violin-playing drinkers finally stopped, and the beer hall seemed to have lost something, so many of them looked over.

"Hey! Young man, play a cheerful tune. It's money, take it".

In the dim light, someone shouted, and then a coin was tossed and landed at the violinist's feet with a crisp sound.

The violinist picked up the coin, and it turned out to be dollars, and he was very happy. He stood up, thanked the drinker who had ordered him the tune, and then rested the violin on his shoulder, and the cheerful tune rang out at once, and the beer hall was full of life again.

Mr. Rosen, the beer hall owner, handed the barrel to the man, and walked over to the drinker who had ordered the tune in dollars, and greeted him very friendly. "Hey sir, when did you come in? Why didn't I see you walk into the beer hall?

"I came in through the back door.

Why, there seem to be fewer guests today. ”

The drinker who spoke was none other than Mr. According to his self-introduction to Mr. Rosen, he is a Chinese businessman, dealing in tea, he has been in Munich for some time, he is a frequent visitor to this beer hall, and he is also a big customer of Mr. Rosen, and there is another oriental face sitting next to him, who is his German translator, who is said to be a Chinese student who has studied in Germany for many years and speaks German quite fluently, and Mr. Rosen speaks German very badly.

"Don't you know? The Freikorps are now recruiting in the city, and many people have run to sign up, but the Freikorps don't recruit drunkards, so all the beer halls have not done much business for the past two days. ”

"Are the Freikorps planning to expand again? Hopefully there won't be another battle here. The gentleman said worriedly.

"Well, you can rest assured that now the situation in Bavaria as a whole is completely under the control of the Freikorps and the regular army, and it is impossible for the Soviet government to recover, so the fighting will not be repeated."

Mr. Rosen swore to the Chinese tea merchant that he knew very well that the rich man would never go to another beer hall but his one, and that as long as he was still drinking there, the beer hall would not lose a generous patron.

"If Munich can keep the political situation calm, I think it will help the beer hall business."

The gentleman nodded, then pulled a few dollar bills out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Rosen.

"Mr. Rosen, today I want to hold a lecture in your beer hall, you can help arrange it, you don't need too much space, just vacate

Listening to Mr. Ronsen's words, Rosen was a little strange. I asked myself.

"Are you going to give a lecture here?"

No wonder Rosen asked this question, and in his German voice, it was already very good for the audience to be able to understand his self-introduction, and as for the speech, it was a joke.

"Nope. It's not that I'm going to speak, it's a friend of mine. Of course, today we are actually meeting officially for the first time, and he is a very eloquent orator, and you will surely become a loyal listener to him.

”

"That's right. Okay, I'm going to ask someone to make room for the corner, and it just so happens that there aren't too many people drinking today.

Rosen nodded, turned around and went to arrange, to be honest, he didn't want to listen to any speeches, he had heard too many speeches in the past few days, Soviet speeches, Freikorps speeches, anarchist speeches, and even speeches of the mentally ill. Those speeches were full of deception and deceit, and Rosen was not willing to fight for others for any ideals, he just wanted to run his beer hall well and be a businessman.

"Sir. It's almost time to get to the appointed time. Why haven't they come over yet? Isn't it coming? ”

After Rosen left, the German asked Mr. Ask.

The gentleman glanced at the time, and then said very calmly: "It's still a few minutes away, it is said that the person is very punctual, and he keeps his promises, even for the sake of money, he will come over on time, don't be anxious?"

The doctor said with a wry smile: "It's not that I'm anxious, but the current situation in Munich is not calm, and the street fighting some time ago scared me. By the way, are you really a tea merchant? Why have you lived in Munich for so long. But I've never seen you talk to me about the tea business? ”

The gentleman smiled faintly and said, "Young man, you are inexperienced, some things are better not to know, if you know." It's a burden to you, don't you think? ”

"Hey, hey. Yes, yes. The doctor smiled. No more questions.

While the two were talking, several Germans approached them, one of whom greeted Mr. O.

"Mr. O. Hello, we have arrived. ”

The person who spoke was Anton Rexler, a locksmith turned-up. Now he works at the Munich railway plant. At the same time, it is also a political group "German Workers' Party." of an important leader. "Hello. Mr. Drexler. You can now give us an introduction. ”

The gentleman and the interpreter stood up and looked down at the Germans. And looked at each other carefully, and Drexler introduced them?

"This is the generous patron, sir, who is a tea merchant from China. Passing through Munich, I heard that our German Workers' Party has the best orators in Germany. So we were offered a generous sponsorship and urged to introduce the famous orator to him individually. Now the best orator in Germany is standing before you, sir, and on my right hand is Mr. Adolf Hitler, the best member of the German Workers' Party and the best orator in all Germany, from whom you have heard, and to my left, Mr. Karl Haller, the current chairman of the German Workers' Party, who is a journalist who heard about your patronage the other day in Plin. He immediately rushed back and asked to speak with you personally, so. I brought him with me today.

"Hello, Mr. Hitler, hello, Mr. Haller."

The gentleman shook hands very politely. Apparently, however, he was not too interested in Mr. Haller, and his interest was mainly focused on the face of the unobtrusive-looking Adolf Hitler, trying to seriously examine why the MIA was so interested in the retired German Army corporal. So much so that Mr. Yao had direct contact with this person, and even gave the German corporal a code name "Mister" specifically for this ding.

Of course, the gentleman did not find the answer immediately, because the other party seemed very silent, and if he did not speak, no one would have thought that this Adolf Hitler would be a "very genius" orator.

Of course, the so-called "very genius orator" is only what the German Workers' Party propaganda material says. If I had to find any difference between the speeches of the Adolf Hitler and the speeches of the Hitlers, which seemed to him to be not only empty and boring, but also full of hatred of the Jews, similar to those of the right-wingers, then perhaps his speeches also included some left-wing rhetoric. For example, he cares about the working class and the welfare of the people at the bottom of society, but in Mr. O's view, these promises of a better future for Germany are just a pie to satisfy hunger, and judging from the current hostile stance towards Germany at the Paris Peace Conference, I am afraid that the German people will endure hunger and poverty for a long time to come, and neither right-wingers nor left-wingers will be able to fundamentally save this "international enemy".

Although the first impression is not great, but since the order of the Military Intelligence Agency is so, then. He was left to come into contact with this "very gifted orator" head-on, and now it was the first time he had come face to face with him.