Berlin is already in full bloom, the festivities of the day have not yet faded among the citizens, and the return of the Great Führer has plunged the city into a sea of frenzy. The city government organized a night torch parade in the Tiergarten Park by the city's youth and girls' teams, and a grand fireworks display near the zoo was a painstaking effort to flatter the Führer.

Xu Jun, of course, would not attend these events, but agreed that when the torch procession reached the corner of Wilhelmstrasse and Worth Street, he would show himself on the second-floor balcony of the Chancellery's palace to inspect these young Berliners who were fanatical admirers. Goebbels had arrived at the Chancellery an hour before the dinner began, and this time he had brought all five of his children with him, but he was not able to attend because Mrs. Goebbels was waiting to give birth at home. Xu Jun ordered his adjutant and the nanny brought by Goebbels to lead the children upstairs to the playroom, and then took Goebbels to his chancellor's office.

"My Führer, my wife would have liked to come to the banquet, but the doctor said that she had to rest and rest, and she begged me to convey her apologies to you." Sitting down on the sofa in the lounge area of the office, Goebbels said respectfully to Xu Jun.

"It's all right, Goebbels, please go back and tell her, don't worry at all. I remember the last time I met her at your house, it seemed to be January, time flies so fast, and most of the year has passed in a blink of an eye. How is Magda doing and when is her due date? Xu Jun picked up the crystal bottle on the table, poured a glass of lemon juice, and handed it to Goebbels.

"Thank you, my Führer, and she would be glad to know that you care so much about her. Now she is in stable condition, and her due date should be around the end of the middle of next month, hopefully a healthy child. Goebbels took the glass. Gently placed it in front of me.

"Don't worry, Goebbels, she will be a healthy and lovely girl." Xu Jun poured himself a glass of lemonade and raised it to Goebbels in a gesture.

"You think it's going to be a girl? My Führer. Goebbels asked in surprise.

"Oh I have this hunch, you know, my hunch has always been accurate, hahaha." Xu Jun hid it with a haha.

Not only did he know it would be a lovely little girl, but he also knew that she was born on October 29. In its original history, she and her five other children died tragically in the bomb shelter in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Office. It was the first of May in four or five years, and the poor child had not yet had time for her fifth birthday. Of course, Xu Jun will not allow history to repeat itself again, in this time and space, this child will definitely be able to grow up, and then get married and have children, and enjoy a good life.

"If it were really a girl, my Führer, I would name her Rebecca. Elizabeth. Goebbels. Goebbels said respectfully.

"A nice name, I believe this child will become a good person like her father." Xu Jun raised his eyebrows slightly. Smiled in response.

He knew the original intention of the other party to tell him this name, and the propaganda minister would not miss any opportunity to declare his loyalty to him. Everyone knows that the children of the Goebbels family all start with Hitler's H, and now the unborn child's name has been changed to Reinhardt's R. The meaning of this is something that any wise person can see.

"Thank you very much for the compliment, my Führer." Goebbels knew that his goal had been achieved, and a small smile appeared on his face.

"Now let's get down to business. You have read the telegram sent by the Special Mission, and what do you propose about it? Xu Jun drank the remaining lemonade from the cup, then picked up the water bottle and poured another half glass.

"It's a tricky question. My Führer. The situation in Asia is very complicated, and our current focus is on Europe, where Germany cannot get too deeply involved in the war. The details of this incident will depend on the final reports of the flying group and the special mission. What I am worried about now is whether this matter will be used by the Chinese side to drag us into their war with Japan. Relations between Germany and Japan have already been damaged in previous incidents, and with this incident, I fear that relations between the two countries will break down completely. Goebbels frowned and replied worriedly.

"It is not enough to completely rupture, the Japanese are not ready to be our enemy. However, it is possible that trust between the two sides will decline in the near future, and the Japanese side should begin to be wary of Germany and adjust its diplomatic attitude towards Germany accordingly. Now it's up to the Japanese to react, and in any case we have the upper hand in this incident.

However, in view of the recent series of conflicts, I am afraid that there will be a chain reaction, and the pressure on the Japanese side may add up to push their limits to what they can bear, and the thinking of the Orientals is completely different from ours, so we should not further stimulate the Japanese at this time, but can show some goodwill to maintain the current situation. The task of public opinion is left to you, to stabilize the mood of the people as much as possible, and as you said earlier, our focus is still on Europe. Xu Jun picked up a trimmed cigar and lit a long cigar match.

"My Führer, I firmly believe that your decision has always been the most correct, and according to the plan you envisaged, this incident will certainly be properly resolved, and I believe that there should be no serious damage to German-Japanese relations. Goebbels complimented.

"In addition, as you said earlier, it is very likely that the Chinese side may play a role in this incident. I will order the Special Mission to focus on this issue, and I am glad that you were able to point this out on the spot. Xu Jun looked at Goebbels with a slightly approving expression.

"This is my duty, my Führer." Goebbels nodded in acknowledgment.

"Okay, let's talk about the draft of my speech on the radio tomorrow, I took a look at it a little earlier, and I think there are some places that need to be corrected, I have written some additional comments, and I will show you this" Xu Jun stood up and walked towards his desk.

By this time, the guests of the dinner had arrived at the Chancellery one after another, and Nazi officials and high-ranking generals and military officers brought their families to visit the magnificent building with great interest. Many of them were allowed to enter the mansion for the first time, even if they had been there, because Hitler had summoned them personally. At that time, everyone was sincerely afraid and trembling, where did they have the heart to enjoy the surrounding scenery, and now they finally have the opportunity to feast their eyes, of course, they must settle down and observe slowly.

Women and children play in the garden of the Prime Minister's Palace, which is illuminated by a ring of spotlights on the surrounding walled roof. The ladies dressed up in fashionable and flamboyant clothes happily greeted each other, and if it weren't for the fact that the Führer was still working in the office at this time, many people would have shouted to announce their existence.

Due to the limited capacity of the Prime Minister's Office restaurant and the large number of guests attending the banquet that night, Xu Jun decided to set the banquet as an open-air buffet. In the garden behind the Prime Minister's Office, a long table full of delicacies lined up around the flower beds. There were also a few standard field cooking vehicles mixed in. Unlike the popular buffets in the upper class, the chef will cook a hot meal on the spot, and guests can take what they want at any time, and even ask the chef to make a meal that suits their tastes. This should have been Xu Jun's first initiative at that time, and I believe that it will soon become a fashion and become popular among officialdom and the people.

Just as the guests were about to arrive and the celebration was about to begin, Tysenhofen hurriedly ran into the prime minister's office with a telegram. In addition to Goebbels, there were Himmler, Ribbentrop and Martin Bormann who arrived later. Several people were engaged in lively discussions for the next day's Cabinet meeting, the first plenary session of the Cabinet after a six-month hiatus, with a large backlog of issues to be decided.

"My Führer." Tysenhofen walked up to Xu Jun's side and nodded in acknowledgement.

"This is the second report from the Special Mission, which has just been received by the Communications Service." Tysenhofen respectfully handed the folder under his ribs to Xu Jun.

"Hello Eric. Was this a telegram from Marshal Brumberg? Goebbels asked curiously.

"Hello Mr. Minister, this is the report of the Mission's Pilot Team." Tysenhofen replied respectfully.

Ribbentrop hurriedly sat up straight, and began to carefully observe Xu Jun's expression, wanting to see Xu Jun's attitude towards the contents of the telegram. Immediately, cold sweat began to break out on the foreign minister's forehead. Through the huge round table in front of him, he could still clearly feel that the current head of the empire was like a volcano about to erupt.

"It's ridiculous!" Xu Jun slapped the case with anger on his face. He crumpled the telegram into a crumpled ball, then slammed it on the table, turned and walked briskly towards the desk.

The Nazi henchmen sitting at the round table looked at each other, and Goebbels hurriedly reached out and picked up the paper ball, which he carefully opened. After reading the first few lines, Goebbels' face turned pale, and he read the telegram patiently, and handed it to Himmler, who was beside him with a curious face.

"My Führer." Goebbels stood up and walked towards Xu Jun, who was struggling to write behind his desk.

"Wait a minute, Goebbels, I know what you want to say, I'll take care of this matter myself. Now that the guests outside are almost here, you and Borman go out to say hello, and I'll be over right away. Xu Jun waved his hand at Goebbels.

"Yes, my Führer." Goebbels wanted to speak and stopped, but after realizing that Xu Jun had no intention of discussing it with him again, he could only nod obediently, and then he turned around and made a gesture to the few people present, signaling a few people to leave with him.

"We are waiting for you in the garden, my Führer." Several people stood up and walked to the door to say goodbye to Xu Jun.

"Go first, I'll be there, yes, Himmler, you stay." Xu Jun raised his head to say goodbye to them, and then beckoned to Himmler.

"Yes, my Führer." Giving a few colleagues a show-off look, Himmler puffed out his chest and strode towards Xu Jun.

PS: I'm not feeling well today, I'm writing a little slower, I'm late for the update, I hope you understand.

Asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket, please give me some motivation to write.

Thank you all for your support. (To be continued.) )