Episode 75 The Legendary Big Party Stick

After all, this is the first time to meet foreign bigwigs, and it represents the entire Ming Dynasty and represents the interests of the Ming Dynasty. Although he is calling for wind and rain in the country, and entering the palace to see the emperor is as commonplace, no matter how big the characters in Daming are, he has no concept. This time, you may see all historical celebrities, all of whom you have been familiar with since childhood.

He repeatedly said to himself, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous", but when he thought of the characters he might face, his heart still beat non-stop.

"Oh my God, don't let me see Hitler," Xiang Xiaoqiang said to himself, "I'll be nervous to death." ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang has always been very conflicted about whether he wants to see Hitler. On the one hand, Hitler was the head of Germany and the great dictator of a country, and it was certainly enough to be able to come to see him. But on the other hand, he imagined how nervous he must have been when this famous figure in history stood in front of him.

For Qiu Yu and Song Ruhai, Hitler was just a German chancellor. The name "Hitler" sounded to their ears no different from "Baldwin" and "Daladier". But for Xiang Xiaoqiang......

Berlin railway station is illuminated by the golden brilliance, snow bright mercury lamps, warm yellow halogen lamps, overlapping, just right, with a flaming red flag, lining the whole railway station to feel grand, magnificent, as if it is the most brilliant achievement of human construction, can arouse the sense of glory of the Germans.

Such was the visual style of the Third Reich.

The rest of Xiang Xiaoqiang's delegation was also impressed by this sense of fantasy and magnificence.

"Xiaoqiang......" Qiu Yun held Xiang Xiaoqiang's arm and said a little confusedly, "If one day, our Nanjing railway station can be like this...... It's just fine......"

Heydrich and little Krupp had also gotten out of the car and led them with smiles in front of them. Although this was not an official visit, there was no welcome ceremony and no guards, but Xiang Xiaoqiang noticed that his group was already surrounded by people wearing windbreakers and top hats. Their right hand was in their pocket, their trench coats were upright by the collar, the brim of their hats was pressed, and the two eyes in the middle scanned warily like eagles. The other passengers also hid away from the distance when they saw this posture, for fear of getting involved with them.

It's good, there are no nasty journalists, not even journalists in Germany from Western democracies. This is much cooler than Daming's domestic level.

It seems that there are pleasant places in dictatorships!

They got into a couple of Mercedes-Benz black cars and drove all the way out. Don't even honk your horn, Berlin policemen have already blown their whistles and batons to drive pedestrians away, quickly clearing a way through the crowd. Several sedans increased their throttles and drove out of the station almost sideways.

Berlin is much more prosperous than Xiang Xiaoqiang imagined. The shop windows on both sides are dazzling, and the main road is full of lights and traffic, and the traffic lights are in order. Every time the convoy stops at a red light, a large crowd of pedestrians will pass on the crosswalk in front of the car, including ladies and ladies in high-end fashion, men in suits and leather shoes, and many plainly dressed workers, who are laughing and radiant, all of them exude confidence in their current life and future prospects.

It really doesn't feel like Berlin under the Nazis, like the streets of New York during the golden age of the twenties.

No matter how you look at it, Berlin is now a vibrant city, and Germany is a thriving country. The prosperity of Berlin and the vitality of its people are incomparable to Nanjing. The night in Nanjing is not so dazzling. Not to mention Nanjing, even London, Paris, and New York at the same time were not as vibrant as Berlin. Other countries with large levels of unemployment are unlikely to have this kind of vigour.

On the sidewalk, blue-collar workers in overalls, laughing and laughing with each other, stood in front of the ornate shop windows to pick out things, and walked in with their heads held high...... Everyone has a job, and everyone has money in their pockets. It was this that filled Germany with confidence and made Hitler a great prestige among the people. The people tolerated his dictatorship leniently because they had enough to eat, because they had restored their national pride.

Xiang Xiaoqiang sighed: No wonder Hitler was much more generous than Stalin. As a dictatorship, the Soviet Union gave the world the impression of an "iron curtain", a high-pressure ruling zone that was completely closed to the outside world. Hitler, on the other hand, allowed travelers and journalists from all over the world to come to Germany to observe and visit, and at the same time allowed ordinary people in Germany to travel freely abroad. Except, of course, for a few people on the Gestapo blacklist.

Hitler was clever in doing so. At this time, Germany was indeed very "handy" in many aspects. Many people from Western democracies used to have a lot of opinions about Nazi Germany, but after visiting Germany, they returned and gained a lot of good feelings about the Nazi regime.

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Heydrich led Xiang Xiaoqiang and his party to live in the most luxurious hotel in Berlin, personally arranged for them to settle down, and then bowed slightly and smiled:

"Lord and Madame, I wonder if you have already arranged your dinner tonight? Have you made an appointment with any friends in Berlin? Or is there a welcome dinner in your country's embassy? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that the Germans were going to have a welcome dinner for themselves. He looked at the three old advisors, saw that none of them had any opinions, and then smiled:

"We just arrived tonight and we haven't scheduled it yet. I was just like to ask you to introduce us to one of the best restaurants in Berlin. ”

Heydrich showed the most charming smile, showed snow-white teeth, and smiled first at Qiu Yu and then at Xiaoqiang:

"Madame, my lord, if you don't dislike it, I'd like to introduce you to a little dinner tonight. There are several comrades in our party who would like to take this opportunity to introduce them to you. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"Thank you, that's what I couldn't ask for."

…… Several comrades in the party were probably big party sticks under Hitler. I wonder who I'll see tonight? How high can you see?

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The car drove into a very large mansion. At the gate, two SS soldiers in black uniforms stood upright, raised their right arms in a Nazi salute, and did not squint.

Whose house is this? This is clearly not the Prime Minister's Office.

On the main building, two huge banners are blood-red and dazzling. Under the banner, a few small children ran around the yard, frolicking. In front of the gate, a noble lady stood with a smile on her face, draped in a cashmere shawl, and greeted her guests as a hostess.

Heydrich smiled and stepped forward, first taking her hand and kissing her lightly. Then he spoke a string of German, signaled to Xiaoqiang and Qiuqiu, and introduced them. Then the noble lady smiled at Xiang Xiaoqiang and said something. Translated to Xiaoqiang's guard:

"This is Madame Magda Goebbels, and she said that she and her husband were very honored to be here tonight."

It turned out to be Goebbels' home. Xiang Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, he would never see Hitler again. He immediately showed the same charming smile and bowed to Madame Goebbels:

"Madame, you are so polite. I have heard of Dr. Goebbels for a long time and have great admiration for his talent, and it is a great honor to have the opportunity to visit him today. ”

Madame Goebbels listened to the translation, and also modestly owed herself, and at the same time extended a hand to Xiang Xiaoqiang. smiled at Xiaoqiang, gently hugged it and kissed it.

The hand was cold. Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly thought that this Magda was the same Madame Goebbels who poisoned her six children with her own hands at the last moment of 1945. Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel a chill.

Madame Goebbels led Xiang Xiaoqiang and his party through the long marble corridor, through the palace-like hall, upstairs, and finally to a small and delicate living room.

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Xiang Xiaoqiang stared blankly at the living room. There were a few people sitting on a few couches:

A thin man in a yellow suit and black pants with an armband on his arm. He was short, with a thin face, like a big smoker.

A large fat man in a white uniform, with a meaty face, high leather boots, and a jeweled ring on his hand. He's like a behemoth, completely crammed the couch to its feet.

A man in an SS uniform, with round glasses, a mustache, and kind eyes. At first glance it doesn't look like a German, but it looks a bit like a Japanese.

A large man in a suit and armband, with a thick neck and a typical square face, with a bony face, thick black eyebrows, and eyes that almost glowed.

As the group entered the living room, these people all turned their faces, looked at everyone, and then focused their eyes on Xiang Xiaoqiang.