Adenauer was shocked to hear the teacher's words, of course he knew who the party leader and the chief of staff were. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was Mr. Adolf and Mr. Matt, the founders of the German National Socialist Party, the leader of the entire party, the supreme leader, their spiritual mentor, the guiding light. It is also the person that Adenauer admires the most besides the teacher, even if he surfs the card, he has never seen them, only heard the legends about them.

Suppressed with excitement, Adenauer's tone was excited, but with a little apprehension: "Really, they're back, and I can go and see them in person?"

"Of course," Deputy Minister Marx laughed and patted his proud disciple on the shoulder: "To participate in the plenary congress, of course, the members of the branch who can best represent everyone are selected, and you, as the member of the new generation of our German National Socialist Party with the best achievements and the fastest progress in martial arts, are of course qualified to represent everyone in this congress!"

"Really...... Really?" Adenauer still didn't do to believe that such a good thing would happen to himself.

"Of course it's true!" Deputy Minister Marx smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, go back, prepare well, arrange the affairs of the branch! I will send someone to inform you when you will leave!"

As if in a dream, everything was unreal, and happiness filled Adenauer's chest, making him float back to the hostel as if he were stepping on cotton.

Oh, I was able to meet the legendary Mr. Adolf, what a ......

The assessment was postponed until the evening, and Adenauer had to wait in the branch to continue.

The German National Socialist Party is a new, dynamic and convicted party. The most intuitive manifestation is in the efficiency of their work, everything has a detailed time schedule, and they are required to complete it within the specified time, and there is very little delay. Even if they have to take a break from work due to some accident to deal with other things, they will make up for it by working longer hours.

Just like these branch assessments originally scheduled for the afternoon, even if they are not held due to the extension of the meeting, even if they are postponed until midnight, these assessments will be arranged to be completed.

Time passed little by little, and the five people waiting in the examination hall all looked a little restless, and Adenauer was no exception, he looked at the door again and again, but the door remained closed except for a delayed notice four hours ago.

He wasn't worried about the next assessment, after all, he had already received the teacher's assurance, and if nothing else, the position of the branch head should be nine out of ten. He was worried about staying at the hotel of his sister Elisa. The guy they rescued was obviously not an ordinary person, and he refused to disclose any information except his name, not even a word of thanks, as if he was rescued, got food, and got shelter as a matter of course. And his stupid sister has been using excuses such as "his injuries are not healed" to prevent him from getting rid of this guy of unknown origin, but instead carefully treats this guy, bandages, and talks to him, which makes Adenauer very worried.

Alas, it looks like I'm going back late today, and I hope nothing happens, but I've already greeted the organizers at the hotel, and they should be able to watch it for me.

While he was thinking, the door of the hall opened, and three people walked in, none other than the three giants of the Munster branch of the German National Socialist Party, the deputy minister of Engels and Yanni, and his teacher, Deputy Minister Marx.

The five of them immediately stood up and saluted together.

After making a downward gesture and motioning for everyone to sit down, the three Engels branch ministers took their seats in the examiner positions at the front of the hall.

Putting down the documents in his hand and clearing his throat again, the head of the Engels branch said directly: "Okay, it's so late, don't be verbose, let's start the assessment directly." ”

Then he made a starting motion.

The head of the Yanni branch next to him immediately spoke: "First, Comrade Vernon in charge of Carol Village!"

Vernon was a strong man, his clothes were very loose, revealing a shocking scar on his chest, which looked fierce against the backdrop of his resolute face.

He was originally a mercenary, but he was still well-known in Munster, and when the German National Socialist Party established a branch in Munster, he was one of the first to join in, and because of his strength, he was assigned to take charge of the richest village outside the city, Carol.

His relevant documents began to be flipped, and several examiners began to comment and ask questions.

"Well, the recruitment of members is not bad, four months of development, 156 members have been recruited, which is very good......," Branch Minister Engels nodded with satisfaction.

"I have a question, what was the conflict in the middle of last month? Didn't we strictly prohibit conflicts with the local lords and nobles?" asked Deputy Minister Yanni.

"Oh, yes. For this question, Vernon was obviously prepared: "Carol Village is a big village, there are many nobles, among which the lord is a viscount, who has led the army to the battle, but there are two nobles who have great power in the village! One is Baron Phoebe, the other is Baron Gavin, the two have never dealt with each other, and the grudge is very deep. If our organization wants to gain a firm foothold in Carol Village, we must not favor one of them! Remaining neutral will only make the organization ostracized by the two families! In desperation, I can only probe in many ways, carefully analyze, and finally choose Baron Gavin as the target of help! Help him ......"

Hearing his explanation, the serious face of the branch minister Yanni loosened slightly, and then nodded: "It's not bad to deal with, but if you can, you still have to try to participate in the battles between these nobles as little as possible! You know, they are still our enemies after all, they can be used, but they can't be companions, understand?"

"Yes, yes, I'll draw the line!" Vernon assured.

"Okay! There is no problem with the results you have made! It's very good, let's practice martial arts. Deputy Minister Marx, who had been silent, spoke: "Use your strongest martial arts!"

"Good!" Vernon took off his coat and stood in the middle of the hall to begin his martial arts practice.

He didn't use weapons, but a set of fierce fists was made by him to make the tiger and tiger, and the surging fist power fluttered and shook in the hall, making a burst of tiger roars, making his whole person like a tiger, plus his knotted muscles, tall and body, it seemed full of momentum and unstoppable.

"Not bad, not bad!" Sub-Minister Engels exclaimed: "Your set of 'Eighteen Fists for Surrendering the Tiger' is very good!