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"Forget it, Matt, let the big guys take care of these things, we can't help much. You can go out on the streets and think of a good idea for our future tasks. But I'm not done with today's work, so I'm not going with you. Adolf smiled wryly.

"Work?" Zhang Ang was a little puzzled: "Won't you continue to go to the tavern to give speeches?"

"Minister Kahn is right, it's not a good idea to give a speech in a tavern. Adolf looked depressed: "Besides, I have to make some money to fill my stomach before I have the strength to speak." ”

"Oh, then your job is ......" Zhang Ang was a little curious.

Adolf took out a thick pile of cardboard from under the table, and some paint, palettes, and a few paintbrushes.

"Well, that's it. Adolf explains: "I have to draw twenty postcards a day, and in the evening someone will come to collect them, you know, it's noon now." ”

"Okay. Zhang Ang closed his mouth and decided not to bother him anymore.

Adolf drew very seriously, and the speed of painting was not too fast, and when Zhang Ang made lunch and carried it to him, he only completed two pictures.

The freshly painted postcard was placed by the fire to dry, and the delicate buildings and beautiful landscapes were depicted on it, and it was clear that Adolf was really good at painting.

"Oh, is this what you did? It's wonderful, what is this?" Adolf's surprised voice came from the side.

"It's just salt and pepper strips and baked dough sheets, I used to be a chef for a while. Zhang Ang didn't want to explain more.

"It's your Danish specialty, it's the first time I've ever tasted it, it's really, it's delicious. Adolf was unstinging in his compliments.

"Some people provide accommodation, some people provide food, and comrades should help each other. Zhang Ang was unimpressed.

After eating, Adolf continued to be busy, and Zhang Ang did not plan to go out into the streets, nor was he embarrassed to sleep in broad daylight, so he sat aside and thought about how to control this small party.

Judging from the current progress, it will take some time to recover to its original strength, and the strongest master of the German Workers' Party is only a slightly stronger martial arts master, and when the strength is restored, it will be easy to crush. It's just that it is a little difficult to convince the public, after all, my current apparent identity is a Dane, it is easy to join this party, but it will be difficult to become the leader of the party, after all, this is a patriotic party in the traditional sense, and many people will not accept it if a foreigner is the leader.

And he himself does not have the ability to control a political party, and he has exhausted himself when he opened a restaurant, and his brain has reached the limit. I put myself in the shoes of the Bernau branch minister, and I could not have done better than the Minister Kahn, let alone the leader of the party. After all, he is just a chef, and he doesn't have such strong political intuition and decision-making ability.

Then the only way is to push a person with enough ability and ambition to the forefront, and he himself is hidden behind the scenes! But such a candidate is very difficult to find, and it is often difficult to control people who are ambitious and capable, and it is difficult to say that they trust and understand each other......

Since there is no candidate, then we can only cultivate one by ourselves! And now it is the most suitable ......

Zhang Ang's eyes turned, the eye of data opened, and swept towards Adolf, who was painting at the desk:

Adolf Hitler

Rank: Full-fledged samurai

Talent: Excellent

Strength: 15

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 13

Spirit: 14

Martial arts: 12 short-bladed fighting styles (slightly smaller), the use of standard short crossbows (beginners), Benedictine breathing method (integration), pseudo-marathon running (integration).

Oh, this talent is not bad, but the strength is too bad, martial arts are also some big road goods, the moves are obvious standard martial arts in the army, and the internal skills are the lowest superficial internal skills taught by the church, just a light skill is still a little interesting, but the result is still a fake and shoddy product. The situation of the low-level martial artist is really tear-jerking, although his strength has not yet recovered, and he is only a formal samurai, but it is still very easy to fight ten like this.

But how can we lead him to the right path?

"Bump, bump, bump. ”

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Zhang Ang's thoughts.

I opened the door, but outside was a fat man with a big belly and a uniform.

He glanced at Zhang Ang, his face was unhappy, and he said impatiently: "Is Adolf here? I'll collect today's postcard!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Adolf crawled out of the room: "Lord Postman, please wait a moment, there is the last one, right away, right away!"

"Why is it so slow! everyone is like you, when am I going to get off work?" the fat postman's face was full of impatience.

"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, right away. Wait a minute, sir!," Adolf begged with a pleading face.

"Then I'll wait for you later. With that, the fat postman swaggered in, and sat down on a chair with a "bang," causing it to squeak overwhelmingly.

He picked up the teapot next to him and shook it: "What's the matter? Why don't you even have saliva!"

Adolf glanced at Zhang Anglian, and Zhang Ang had no choice but to say, "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm going to boil water." ”

Adolf also hurriedly returned to the drawing table and got busy.

When the water boiled, he made a cup of black tea for the fat postman, and Adolf's work came to an end.

Twenty beautiful postcards were removed from the clips, carefully stacked, and handed to the fat postman.

The fat postman drank tea while casually flipping through the stack of postcards.

After a while, he put down the teacup in his hand, and anger gradually appeared on his face, and finally, his anger reached its peak.

"Smack!", and the stack of postcards smashed into Adolf's face, scattering in all directions.

"You use such a thing to deal with me?" the fat postman's voice was sharp, like a wild boar's night howl, piercing the eardrums: "This kind of garbage that is obviously out of work also wants to be exchanged for money? I see, you don't have to do this job in the future!"

Adolf's face was a little distorted, and his expression was a little struggling, but he still squatted down, picked up the scattered postcards one by one, and said with a smile: "My lord, I'm really working hard, I promise, I will draw better in the future, definitely better than today, you can do it, just accept it." ”

"Our post office has a system and standards, and not all garbage will be collected. The fat postman held his face high, and spoke not at all politely.

This answer, I only saw Zhang Ang's eyes cracking, and I just wanted to pull out the kitchen knife and settle the account of this fat pig!

But Adolf stood in front of him silently, holding him tightly with one hand, still smiling in his mouth: "You have a lot of adults, it's better to be like this, today's these, even if it's half price, you can't run for nothing, just do it......"

"Well, even if I see you pitiful today and have a kind heart, I'll give you another chance. The fat postman reached out and took the postcard that Adolf respectfully handed over, and put it in his backpack: "Then today, just listen to you, half price." It's not that I'm going to deduct your money, I'm just to warn you, don't be so indiscriminate in the future, you have to be down-to-earth in painting, so that you can meet our standards and continue to do this job!"

Then he took a silver coin out of his bosom and threw it to Adolf: "All right, I'm leaving, you have to do it yourself!"

After that, he swaggered away. (To be continued.) )