. From Weierle's point of view, the lunch was a little boring and boring, and Borman seemed to be a little unsettled, deliberately currying favor with Xu Jun at the table, but talking about clichés used to praise Hitler. Xu Jun looked well-deserved, tasting the chef's carefully prepared dishes with relish, and often showing a satisfied expression, praising Borman's shrewdness and ability. After lunch, in fact, there was no substantive problem to be discussed, but Borman looked like he had benefited a lot, and finally said goodbye to Xu Jun with cumbersome etiquette.

How could a shrewd guy like Borman not see Xu Jun's intentions, the new master is not just to have a meal with him, this is to show him an attitude, he has won the approval of the new head of state and officially become a member of the core team. The combination of grace and power has always been the emperor's usual mental technique, although it is old-fashioned but very effective, even if Borman knows that Xu Jun is playing tricks, he will still rejoice because of the praise and recognition of the other party.

"Do you see that? Weirle. Watching Borman walk out of the restaurant door, Xu Jun turned his head and asked the chief of staff.

"He's surrendering to you, my Führer." Weierle lifted his glasses and replied calmly.

"You can't just look at the surface, my friend." Xu Jun sat back at the table and picked up the green tea in front of him.

"But it's pretty much the same, as long as my position is still solid, he will stick to his duty, and this man can be trusted for now."

"The Eye of Odin will keep an eye on him for you, my Führer." Wehrle bowed his head.

"I have no doubt about that, Werle, let's not talk about it for a moment. I took my secretary's leave in the afternoon, do you have any other arrangements for today? Xu Jun took a sip of green tea and put down the teacup.

"Prepare to meet some old friends in the afternoon, but if you have other plans"

"It's nothing, you can go about your own business."

"My Führer. If nothing else, then the humiliation asks for resignation. Weierle saw that Xu Jun seemed to be a little absent-minded now, so he asked to leave.

"Go, Weierle, and remember to come a little earlier for the evening feast." Xu Jun waved his hand at Weierle casually.

"Yes, my Führer, and see you in the evening." Weirle stood up and bowed respectfully, and then walked out of the dining room with his briefcase.

"Dogen!" Xu Jun turned his head with a teacup and looked at the adjutant group sitting at the table next to him.

"Yes, my Führer." The SS colonel stood up and saluted.

"Walk me in the garden later." Xu Jun picked up the teapot and refilled himself with a cup of green tea.

"No problem. Waiting for your call, my Führer. Dougan touched his boots and nodded in agreement.

The Führer's team has just moved into this official residence today, and although there is no change on the outside, the service passage inside is busy. It is not only the security units such as the Guard Flag Corps that have been following the Führer's actions all the time, but also a whole complex command organ. From the time he sat on the Führer's throne on the French front, the documents and archives accumulated along the way could be piled up, and the most important part of the confidential documents had to be transferred to the archives of the Prime Minister's Office at this moment.

A variety of loot and gifts encapsulated in crates. The Germans had indeed obtained a lot of good things in the occupying country, and some of the officers spontaneously offered the most precious ones to their leaders, although they were usually only one or two ornaments. But it can't be stopped, and before you know it, the total number of items has become very staggering.

The Führer's motorcade was entering the garage from the underpass, and the underground garage of the Prime Minister's Office had enough space to accommodate the sixty cars. The staff quarters on the upper level of the garage can accommodate eighty team members.

Walking through that famous garden, Xu Jun felt a little uneasy, always feeling as if he was missing something. It seems that something important is about to happen.

"Dogen." Xu Jun stood on the concrete aisle between the lawns, looking at the manicured shrubs and flowers on the lawn.

"My Führer." Daogen took a step forward and stood behind Xu Jun.

"Marshal Brumberg, is there a new report on it?"

"Not yet, according to the agreement, there should be a contact this afternoon." Dougan replied.

"I hope that their mission can be successfully completed, which is very important for our cause."

"I'm sure the marshal is well aware of this, my Führer."

"Dogen."

"Yes, my Führer."

"Forget it, the sun is too big here, I feel a little hot, I want to go back to the bedroom to rest, you guys have a holiday in the afternoon, it's enough to leave Tysenhowen by my side." Xu Jun said excitedly, he guessed that he probably had eaten too much for lunch just now, and now he was a little unable to fight.

"Yes, my Führer." Dougan nodded.

Xu Jun's bedroom is located on the second floor of the prime minister's palace, with a special staircase leading to a private passage outside the office on the ground floor, which is also the residence of military officers and secretaries. Xu Jun's room is at the top of the corridor, the area of the bedroom is not very large, only a dozen square meters, this kind of small bedroom is popular among the dignitaries and monarchs of various countries at that time, because the medical community at that time believed that a small space is more conducive to the owner's sleep, in fact, it is not wrong, the smaller the room, the easier it is to heat, and the small private space can bring a sense of security to the owner. Xu Jun's room is a triple suite, with a reception room in the middle, a bedroom at the south end, a private office on the north side, and a soundproof door connecting to the confidential secretary's room next door. At this time, except for a few guards and staff on duty on the second floor, the other secretaries had already left, and when they saw the Führer walking upstairs with his personal adjutant, the guards hurriedly raised their guns and saluted him.

"Tysenhowen, if there is no big incident, don't come and bother me." After explaining Tysenhowen, Xu Jun walked into the bedroom and prepared to take a nap. He was too tired during this time, and there was always something to pay for sitting in this position.

Just when the Führer was in a sweet dream, he could not have imagined that at this very moment in the far East, a chain of events that would affect the course of world history was quietly unfolding.

"It's not the kind of brand we want, nothing else? This damned British profiteer! Okay, okay, tell him we're all there, what? He only takes Mark, this vampire. He's British, so why don't he take pounds! "Hank. Captain Robin complained loudly to the quartermaster on the other end of the telephone.

"Well, I see, I'll give it to him at this count, and you'll warn that bastard not to play tricks on the goods, and if I find out that he dares to be shoddy, I'll come back and screw his head out with my own hands, and stuff it into his huge cheek, and I swear I'll do what I say." All right. That's it, come back as soon as you get your things, goodbye. Imagining that the landline was the head of the British profiteer, Captain Robin viciously dropped the microphone.

"Calm down, Captain, this is public property." The port watchman snatched the telephone.

The port watchman was an old man in his sixties, and it is said that he was also a good hand at sea in his youth, having participated in the Battle of Jutland and fought against Kaiser Wilhelm's oceanic fleet. Captain Robin didn't believe a word about this, this old thing was obviously bragging.

"Captain, are you leaving?" The old man picked up the telephone receiver and listened carefully, but found no problems. He asked as he narrowed his eyes at Robin.

"Yes, old Redding, don't you think you're glad we Germans are leaving?" Robin angrily pulled out the cigarette case from the pocket of his shirt. He took out two cigarette rolls, held one in his mouth, and threw the other to the old Englishman opposite.

"How could it be. I feel safer with you. Don't look at the fact that Singapore has so many warships concentrated at the moment, all of them are a bunch of useless goods, which can't be compared to us back then, and now in this naval base, that is, you Germans seem to be the most well-trained. Have you heard of it, some people say that they saw the Japanese cruiser near Sarawak. If the Royal Navy still had the strength it had back then, how would this group of yellow monkeys dare to run to that place, but now, you must know that their naval strength is now ranked second in the world, and except for the US Navy, there is no country that can fight them at sea alone. Old Redding lit a cigarette and said worriedly.

"Do you think the Japanese will have a conflict with you?" Robin spat out a puff of smoke rings.

"It's us, the Germans, and we're allies now, aren't we?" Old Redding, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned over and opened the cabinet door on the side of his desk, and took out half a bottle of rum and two glasses from it.

"It's been spread all over the outside that you and the Japanese fought a battle in French Indochina and directly annihilated an entire infantry battalion of them."

"That's true, these Japanese monkeys should be in peace for a while, the German army is the strongest in the world, and of course, our navy is not bad." Old Redding placed a wine glass in front of Robin and poured half a glass of rum.

"For health." The old man raised his glass.

"For victory!" Robin raised his glass.

"Well, for victory." The old man gestured to Robin with his glass, then raised his head and drank it down.

"What's going on on the phone in front of you that makes you so angry." Old Redding picked up the bottle and filled it to Captain Robin.

"It's not that Ashigson, this crazy maggot, damn profiteer, I need a batch of groceries, towels, soap and perfume now, our supply ship is on its way to Djibouti again, I heard that he has it in stock, but I didn't expect this bastard to want to fool me with Indian garbage." Captain Robin was furious at the mention of this.

"You've obviously been tricked, how did you go to this guy, who in the military harbor doesn't know the cunning Esigson, this greedy Jew." Old Redding took a sip of rum and said to Robin with a sympathetic face.

"He's Jewish? No one has ever mentioned this to me. Captain Robin's eyes widened and he punched the table.

"Anyway, your deal is done, just be careful next time. But one thing you can rest assured that this guy has been here for a long time, although sometimes he is a little greedy, but he never uses fakes to deceive people, otherwise the command would not have made him one of the suppliers to the army, and if he takes your money, then the quality of the goods can still be guaranteed. Old Redding comforted Captain Robin and refilled his glass.

At that moment, U106's first officer, Lieutenant Igor, pushed open the door and walked in. "Looks like you're at ease now, Hank." Igor took off his military hat and walked to his desk wiping his sweat.

"Have a drink, Lieutenant." Old Redding took another wine glass from the side cupboard.

"No, thank you, Mr. Redding, I'm looking for the captain on some official business." Igor walked over to the table and patted Robin on the shoulder.

"How did you come here? It's almost time to refuel. Robin looked at his deputy curiously.

"I'll talk about it later." Igor whispered.

"I'm sorry, old Redding, it seems that there is something important, and I will bring you a bottle of the best rum when I get back, I promise." Robin stood up and said to old Redding.

"That's great, and I look forward to your speedy return, Captain Robin, and I wish you all the best of luck." Old Reading smiled goodbye.

Walking out of the duty room, Captain Robin followed Igor towards the U106 berth.

"The fuel has been filled, and the boatswain is leading the soldiers in the final preparations, and I came to you for this." Igor pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Robin.

"Telegram?" Robin took the piece of paper and looked up.

"Ordered us to go at once?"

"Look at the destination again." Igor reminded.

"Haiphong Port?" Captain Robin paused, surprised.

I wish you all a happy May Day, today is the last day of the month, the monthly ticket will be invalid if you don't vote, please give your support, thank you.

(To be continued.) )