During the few days of the Führer's absence, the Chancellery underwent a thorough cleaning, the first time that the building had undergone logistical maintenance on this scale since it was completed.

The Führer's office replaced all the carpets, because the new Führer did not like the original shades and patterns. In fact, because the style and decoration of this room was determined by Hitler, the new Führer wanted to erase the traces left by his predecessor in this way.

All furniture and items with the letters AH are sealed in the basement storage room, and it is expected that if nothing else, the next time these items appear in front of people, it may take a long time.

The famous desk with the sheathed sword in relief had been moved out of the Führer's office, along with the chair, and it was to be sent to Hitler's hometown, where it was placed as the most important souvenir in the former residence turned into a personal museum for the local villagers to pay their respects.

Of course, Xu Jun will also build a memorial to Hitler in Berlin, and he has reached a tacit agreement with the Nazi top brass on this issue, and now they have power in their hands. Feng. Stadler, while the dead Adolf. Hitler, all that's left is a name.

Xu Jun pushed open the copper-clad oak door, which was inlaid with a gilded wood eagle emblem and an iron cross emblem in the oak leaf ring in its talons.

Behind the door, which was originally a small conference room in the Prime Minister's Office, has been converted into a staff lounge for the staff of the Prime Minister's Office to use when they are on standby. The richly decorated cabinet conference room was also converted by Xu Jun to him, to say that the place has not been used normally since it was built, it is really a waste for such a large room to be vacant, it just so happened that Xu Jun wanted a map room to place a large sand table, so the cabinet conference room was used as waste.

At this time, there were already a lot of people in the lounge, most of them were staff and secretaries who came here to drink tea and rest during the break from duty.

Today, the outside temperature in Berlin is only a few degrees above zero, and the meteorological department of the High Headquarters predicts that after the New Year, the Berlin area is likely to have a heavy snowfall. Xu Jun is now only concerned about whether the weather is sunny on New Year's Day, and he doesn't quite believe in the package tickets of the meteorological experts.

The air-conditioning and heating system of the Führer is functioning normally, and a separate boiler room is built in the basement, which is enough to supply the entire building with heating and hot water for the winter.

The new head of state is not as fond of cold temperatures as his predecessor, so although the wind is bitterly cold outside, it is still warm as spring inside. The female secretaries of the Prime Minister's Office no longer have to wrap themselves in bears, they can change into fashionable and beautiful shirts and skirts, drink black tea elegantly, and taste all kinds of desserts carefully baked by the chefs of the Prime Minister's Office.

The two restaurants in the Chancellery are open 12 hours a day, with unlimited tea and snacks throughout the process, of course, these are not free, each staff member will receive a staff meal card, and the general account will be settled at the end of each month, but the price is much cheaper than the market in Berlin, and the taste and quality of the ingredients are quite guaranteed.

When the Reich Führer walked into the lounge, the first thing he saw was Randolph, surrounded by female secretaries. The SS lieutenant colonel had a much better tan than when they met a few weeks earlier, and his skin was beginning to take on a healthy tan.

It is clear that the SS lieutenant colonel did not suffer much in Egypt, and it is a shame that this guy can get so good in the sun.

To tell the truth, no one in that place dares to give this lieutenant colonel a hard time, don't look at Uncle Randolph at the bottom of the food chain in the Führer's adjutant group, and now even Tysenhofen will roll his eyes at him arrogantly, but Randolph is still the Führer's most trusted confidant, and his position is stable and no one can replace him.

"Shh Xu Jun put his index finger to his lips and motioned to the staff who found him entering the door to keep quiet.

The Führer recognized these men as from the Communications Office, and as usual, they were waiting here to take over the afternoon shift.

The staff of the Führer came from all over the country, ordinary staff lived in government dormitories, and those with good financial conditions rented houses in the city of Berlin. They enjoy the same benefits as ordinary government civil servants, working eight hours a day, receiving a weekly salary, two weeks of paid vacation per year, and overtime pay on holiday duty.

Like the few most basic clerks in front of them, wearing light gray uniforms with no logos, which means that these people usually have no chance to get in touch with the Führer so closely, so they tried to restrain themselves from exclaiming at the moment, and as a result, they were all blushing with their faces.

Xu Jun quietly tiptoed towards the crowd in a circle, this behavior seemed a little childish, but given that he was the head of the empire, any action contained deep meaning, and he couldn't understand that it was not enough to prove his loyalty, and what he could see was not loyal enough.

"It's so cute, these two little darlings." It was Miss Hartson, the second secretary of the Secretariat, who was second only to Miss Wahllane in rank and proper second-in-command within the department.

Born in Frankfurt, Hutson is only 22 years old, came to Berlin after graduating from university, and got a job as a clerk for a trading company. The boss was a very traditional-minded German, very polite to women but disrespectful in her bones, and she resigned after only half a year.

Her group of secretaries of the Führer was not openly recruited, and it so happened that one of Hutson's high school classmates was working at the Gestapo headquarters at the time, and he got a recommendation from the General Security Service for her. Because of the guarantee of internal personnel, coupled with the fact that his identity is indeed innocent, and his personal ability is quite good, after Dogen's interview, Hutson stood out from more than 200 competitors and joined the lucky secretariat.

"They're so small, they should still be drinking, look at the one that's still yawning." This is the aforementioned Miss Waecline, the unquestioned chief of the Führer's Secretariat.

She was allowed to enter the Führer's office at will and tidy up his desk and confidential filing cabinets in the Führer's absence. She has the second level of secrecy, has access to top secret state documents, and everything she hears and sees around the Führer is classified as classified, and in most cases a single word can be put in jail for ordinary people.

At the same time as having these privileges, Miss Secretary also loses the freedom to live a normal life, as long as she leaves the Prime Minister's Office, she will be protected and monitored by the General Security Bureau around the clock, and everyone who approaches her will be checked for three generations, and the scum who dares to tease her will be dragged out of the city and buried.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Jun gently patted a female secretary on the shoulder.

"Looking at the kitten that Lieutenant Colonel Randolph brought back from Egypt." The female secretary didn't even look back, but just smiled at the two balls on the table.

"This pattern shouldn't be a cat." Xu Jun scratched his forehead and said that although he was studying liberal arts, he still knew the cat.

"Lieutenant Colonel Randolph said it was.... Ah, my Führer! Waclairn felt that the voice was quite familiar, and raised his head to meet Xu Jun's eyes, and immediately exclaimed.

"Attention!" The non-commissioned officer of the guard flag team standing by the door shouted loudly, and he had been waiting for this voice for a long time.

"Hey! Reinhart! Everyone in the room hurriedly straightened their chests and raised their right arms to declare their loyalty to the Führer.

"Wow..." The two hairballs on the table were frightened, and let out a milky and milky sound of intimidation.

"Take a break." Xu Jun flipped his wrist and saluted back. The clerks automatically flashed to either side, giving way to Randolph, who was standing in the middle.

"My Führer, Randolph reports to you." Randolph slammed the heel of his boot and raised his arm in greetings again.

"Welcome back, Randolph." After Xu Jun finished speaking, he pointed to the hairball on the table. "Can you explain this to me? Where did you get the little leopard from? ”

"It's the cheetah, my Führer." SS lieutenant colonel hastened to point out the differences. "It's a gift I brought to you."

"That's why you won't tell Tysenhofen?" The Führer walked over to the table and reached out to stroke the soft fur from the little ones' heads.

PS: Thank you for your understanding and support.,Finally took out a little time code for a chapter.,Whether it's updated tomorrow depends on the situation.,I'm going to board the plane and return home early the day after tomorrow.。