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After inquiry, he knew that the merit points were extremely precious, like he was now, staying in the branch and making leaflets for a whole day, there were only 2 merit points, even if he went to the street to distribute leaflets, it was only 3 o'clock a whole day.

And the distribution of leaflets is still very dangerous, if it is distributed to those people of different races, it will inevitably cause conflicts, and being scolded is still good, and being surrounded and beaten by others is even more commonplace. His own martial arts skills were not high, he was just a full-fledged samurai, and he was not very good at revealing some of the gendarmerie's housekeeping skills, and after being beaten a few times, he gave up the task of distributing leaflets.

But the merit points required to exchange martial arts are so high, that is, the cheapest light skill "Flying on the Grass" costs a full 3,000 merit points, looking at the merit points on his account that have just broken through the double digits, Himmler can't help but feel sad.

Moreover, this merit point can neither be traded, nor can it be paid on behalf of others, but can only be earned by one's own ability. Even the training tasks cannot be done on behalf of the sub-ministers, and after the sub-ministers are assigned, they can only do their own work, and the most they can do is to help each other. And as a newcomer, those tasks with higher merit points will definitely not be his turn. Himmler had to survive on the simplest tasks with the fewest rewards.

However, what Lord "Silver Eagle" asked for was as soon as possible, or an order issued in person, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would have to be punished.

At the thought of the gendarmerie's internal disposition, Himmler couldn't help but shiver and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I hope I can have a good mission today.

With a prayer, Himmler walked into the small building of the branch.

"Huh?" Himmler couldn't help but sigh softly when he saw the people after the lecture.

Today's assignment to you is not the branch minister Zeller, who has always been cold-faced and busy with tasks all day long, and can rarely be seen, but the deputy minister and secretary of the branch, Ron.

Deputy Minister Ron is different from the branch minister Zeller, he wears a pair of black-framed glasses, always has a happy smile on his face, and often helps everyone on weekdays, solves problems, is recognized as a good old man, and his popularity in the branch has always been good.

I saw him clear his throat and announce in a loud voice: "Director Qile has already made up all the meritorious points, and now he is studying at the headquarters, during this time, I will preside over the work of the branch, and I hope that everyone will work hard as usual and actively complete the task." ”

His announcement immediately caused an uproar in the audience:

"What? So fast? How can it be so fast? I've only saved more than 100 points."

"It's only been a few months, and the minister is full? Not so quickly. ”

"No, the minister must have changed the knife technique, this "Wind Knife: Autumn Song" costs 5,000 points, and the "Knife Technique: Flame Blazing" costs 6,500 points, how can it be so fast?"

"Even if the minister gets a commendation every month, it won't be so fast. ”

"No, it's possible! Don't forget, the tasks are all in the hands of the branch chief, and he picks out all the meritorious points to do it himself, and he does it all day long, of course he can save so much!"

"No wonder we are doing tasks that don't have much oil and water, if we continue like this, when will I be able to save all these merit points." ”

"Who makes the family a sub-minister? If you are a sub-minister, don't you think about yourself? It's all the same!"

"Don't be so sour, even if the sub-minister intercepts all the tasks, don't you have to do them yourself?

"Okay, okay, everyone is now the backbone of the organization, and when our party grows and grows, and everyone becomes a leader at that time, isn't this meritorious point very easy to brush. ”

"Hey, anyway, let's get the qualifications first, and now there are more or less meritorious points, that is, it's just a little later to exchange martial arts. ”

"Well, that's the best knife technique...... I really don't know what it's like. ”

......

When everyone's discussion subsided, Deputy Secretary Ron continued: "This leader naturally has a leadership approach, and it can be regarded as an example for everyone, so it is inconvenient for us to discuss too much. In any case, this task still needs to be completed, first of all, there are 3 combat missions, each with a minimum of 20 points, and it is only available to the Grand Samurai level and above......"

"What?20 o'clock?or the minimum?

"Needless to say, of course, it was the exclusive task of the former branch minister. Someone can't wait: "I'm a big samurai, I'm good at short guns, I want to take one!"

As time progressed, high-value tasks were suddenly assigned, and everyone had a longing smile on their faces as they looked at the tasks that were several times richer than usual, as well as the upcoming rewards.

Then, there were some daily tasks, but fortunately there were plenty of tasks now, and Himmler finally didn't have to print leaflets in the branch with a bunch of new members, and he was assigned two speaking assignments and an errand assignment.

Although he had not done it, Himmler knew something about them.

The speech task is a scoring system, there will be a special evaluator to observe the effect of your speech, if the speech effect is good, you can even get a full 10 merit points, compared to the 5 days of advertising leaflets he printed, the efficiency is really five times higher!

But obviously, this perfect score is very difficult to get, and on weekdays, Himmler also went to observe the speeches of several speech masters, and even went to the headquarters to observe the speeches of party leaders. It was really perfect, and the interpretation of the speech to the realm of supernatural was breathtaking.

The errand task is not yet time, and it will be a few days to wait, and Himmler is ready to complete a speaking assignment first.

Of course, he couldn't just go straight to the headquarters, but after two full days of careful study of the thick materials and materials distributed by the headquarters, he took all kinds of speech materials, sample speeches, and guidance on dealing with emergencies, and then he stood in the center of Panko, at the junction of the market and the residential area, and prepared to start his first speech.

However, the speech was not as simple as he thought.

Looking at the endless stream of people in front of him, Himmler was nervous, his heart was beating so hard that he felt like he was about to jump out of his throat. He kept taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He was a little flustered and tidying up his clothes, and at the same time sorting out his thoughts.

What do you have to do at the beginning? How do you start this first step? Yes, you have to be loud, you have to be the first to attract people!

Use the classic beginning, the most practical beginning, to make everyone stop! Yes, don't panic, and the tone should be loud!

No, now is not the time to care about that, first of all, get the talk done first, don't think about the evaluators......

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, Himmler mustered up the courage to begin his speech: "Compatriots, we have been living in misery! We ......."

"Smack!"

Out of nowhere, an egg flew and slammed down on his head, the viscous liquid sliding down his carefully groomed hair and onto his specially ironed clothes.

Of course, it also interrupted his speech.

It was an old woman with a basket on her back, and she was cursing madly: "You damned nationalists! You deserve hell! We Sorbians have done nothing bad! Why do you damn people throw dirty water on us here all day long! You have the audacity to oppose those Junker nobles, why do you want to discredit us?"

Himmler was a little overwhelmed for a moment, and looking at the glances of the people around him, he felt as if he had been stripped clean and was standing naked on the street, which made him want to hide his face and run away.

To tell the truth, he didn't hate the Sorbians at all, nor was he very Jew, he didn't hate Gypsies, he didn't hate any aliens, but, for the sake of merit, for the task of Lord "Silver Eagle", he had to stand here and try his best to smear and stink them, to incite others to hate them, and even to cause riots to hurt them, all of which were contrary to his conscience in his heart, and made him feel ashamed.

But he can't just walk away because there are evaluators!

The quality of the speech is one thing, at most it is only 1 point, and it is comforted to talk about 1 point of merit. 、

But it's another thing to leave, if he just leaves, he will be recorded with a bad record, a large amount of merit points will be deducted from him, and even his boss will doubt his loyalty to the organization, and there is a possibility that he will be expelled from the organization!

Now, he must refute, he must take back the initiative, he must unceremoniously suppress this old woman verbally!

This is a clear response plan written in the "Guidance on Responding to Emergencies During Presentations".

Himmler's heart was so wrenched that he would have preferred to be stabbed, but he took a step, mechanically, to the poor old woman, and said the words that he thought he would never be able to say: "No! It is you who should go to hell! It is you Sorbians! You are the cancer of the whole of Germany! You ......."

Himmler didn't know when the speech ended, he didn't know how it turned out, and he didn't know how he walked home.

He only knew that he kept talking, shouting, yelling, and saying all the things he didn't understand, didn't agree with, and didn't want to say.

It was the whispers of demons, the murmurs of Satan, the laughter of Lucifer, but not himself.

Himmler had never felt so vulnerable, so cold and painful.

He didn't deal with the stains on his body, he just lay on the bed, curled up under the covers, shivering, crying, trying to escape the darkness, trying to forget the memories.

However, the bed can't hide for a lifetime, and the next morning's morning still came.

After a little cleaning and tidying, Himmler dragged his load-bearing steps towards the small building of the branch.

"Oh, this isn't Himmler, I heard you did a very good job yesterday!" someone came up to greet him.

"I heard that we got an 8 points, this is not something that can be easily achieved, as far as our branch is concerned, those who can get 8 points are no more than one hand!"

"Eight points, after two speeches, it's 16 points of merit, obediently, more than my two weeks of merit!"

"Himmler, you can't see it, you kid is quiet on weekdays, but you turn out to be a master of speech. "Someone is wearing almost.

"Hey, you don't look good, what's wrong?Are you sick?Or was it too hard yesterday?"

......

But Himmler ignored them, walked straight up to Deputy Minister Ron, and whispered, "I'll do that errand job." ”

"Oh, it's Himmler, you did well yesterday, I'm very optimistic about you!" Vice Minister Ron patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Are you going to run errands now?

"No, I'll do the errands first. Himmler hurriedly replied that at least for this time, he did not have the courage to give another speech.

"Oh, okay. Deputy Minister Ron took out a small suitcase from under his desk: "This errand task is not far away, this is the various reports and some budget reports of our branch last week, you can send them to the headquarters, if there are any documents from the headquarters, bring them back with you." Oh, and you know where the headquarters are. ”

"Yes. Himmler replied softly.

"Oh, by the way, you don't seem to have a good face, is it okay with your body?" said Deputy Secretary Ron with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay. Himmler shook his head again and again: "It's just that I stayed up all night yesterday to study speech skills, and I didn't sleep well." ”

"That's good, but, even though it's only a 4-point mission, don't relax, these documents can't be searched by the gendarmerie. Vice Minister Ron spoke earnestly and patted Himmler on the shoulder again: "I am very optimistic about you, work hard." ”

After taking the small suitcase and bidding farewell to Deputy Minister Ron, Himmler walked out of the small building of the branch and hurried towards the headquarters.

The Pankoh district of the headquarters is a little far away, almost half of Berlin, and Himmler thinks about the road ahead as he walks.

Like yesterday's speech, he said he didn't want to go through it again, and he would even go to the battlefield with a weapon than give a speech on the street.

He would rather stab each other with a gun than greet with a flying egg, with a curse-like insult, a look of hatred and disgust.

Although, he knew that he did not have to be afraid of this, that his organization would support him, inspire him, give him shelter, and give him strength, but these could not give him courage in the slightest.

Silent all the way, without danger all the way, he came to the inconspicuous small building of the Berlin headquarters of the German National Socialist Party.

After strict inspection and comparison, he was allowed to enter the small building.

The small building is full of desks, and clerks running around, handing over the work, all kinds of orders and inquiries come and go, and the tense working atmosphere is blowing in the face, making people clearly feel the vitality of this party.

After handing over the documents to headquarters, Himmler was about to leave when he heard a commotion.

It was an ordinary-looking young man reprimanding his subordinates, and a group of people trembled in front of him: "I don't care, I need at least 50 people, preferably qualified and reliable members who have just entered the organization, and I am personally responsible for teaching them!"

This young man, Himmler, of course, was acquainted, he was one of the three giants of the headquarters, the chief of staff of the German National Socialist Party!

(To be continued.) )