"Get dressed up and get off the car."

While wearing a brand new black Zhongshan suit, Gui Youguang walked in the corridor and shouted to the spies, saying that their trip represents the country and that the demeanor must be appropriate and that the Germans cannot be laughed at.

Zuo Chong was also cleaning up. When he was on the Antrepeng, he informed Germany of the itinerary change through the radio. If he guessed correctly, someone outside would be greeted.

When he and Mao Yike walked out of the car, they saw five or six well-dressed Germans waiting on the platform. When the other party saw a group of Asians appear, they quickly walked over with a smile on their faces.

After meeting, the two sides introduced each other. Among the people who came this time, the highest official position was a deputy mayor in Munich, and the rest were capitalists in the industry and business fields.

In the Republic of China and Germany, one side wanted to develop military industry and the other side wanted to open up a huge market. Even if there was a strong wind on the platform, everyone was still having a very happy chat.

Especially when the merchants heard Mao Yike telling the size of Gongxian Arsenal, they wanted to stuff the banknotes into his pocket on the spot. Zuo Chong, who was coldly treated, stood aside and smiled and watched.

The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit.

The machinery, auxiliary materials, and technical patents required by a large arsenal every year are huge. If the factory manager can be pulled into the water, no matter how much money it costs, no matter how much kickback it is, it is worth it.

Mao Yi was a little scared by the sudden enthusiasm of the Germans. It wasn’t that he was so honest, but he was really making money under the nose of a spy. It was so scary.

He immediately looked righteous and refused the other party's kindness. He turned to ask about the train to Berlin, and was ready to go to Berlin without stopping to complete the task.

The Germans didn't know the twists and turns in it. They thought they had met a Qing official of the Republic of China. They were a little awe-inspiring and took the initiative to buy more than a dozen first-class tickets for them.

Who says Germans are old-fashioned?

Clearly flexible.

Or can money change a person's inherent thinking logic?

Zuo Chong's smile became more and more gentle. He decided to find time to talk to Mao Yike. It doesn't matter if you collect money. Just don't destroy the major military affairs. There needs to be a balance between this, and he must understand.

Otherwise, there are more people studying abroad, why should the other party be the factory manager? Why should the bald man not send other arsenal managers to Germany to receive the patterns? It is enough to speak to such smart people until they are done.

The two sides communicated for a long time at the train station, and it was not until a train started checking tickets. Mao Yike shook hands and said goodbye to the Germans one by one. Everyone got on the train again during the Germans' farewell.

After getting in the car, Mao Yike explained in embarrassment, such as being honest and honest and dedicated, and he came out of his mouth. Zuo Chong patted his shoulder without saying anything, and everything was silent.

After sitting in the clanging train for several hours, when the train stopped slowly, Zuo Chong and others had been over a month, and the long journey across Europe and Asia finally ended.

Compared to Munich, the welcome ceremony in Berlin seemed even more grand. A small orchestra played a specious Sanministan song, and a German colonel first extended his right hand to Mao Yike.

"Welcome back to Berlin, Mao."

"It's so glad to see you, Colonel Much."

Mao Yike greeted the colonel familiarly and hugged the other party enthusiastically. In Germany, this is only applicable to the actions between relatives and friends and acquaintances with very close relationships.

Add to that sentence, when they returned to Berlin, the two undoubtedly met in Germany. Besides, there is no one named Much on the list of German official personnel who went to China. So what is their relationship?

A classmate?

Not very old.

Is it a friend?

How did I know that?

After joining the secret service, Zuo Chong has been learning a foreign language. In the past two years, he can write and talk fluently in English and Japanese, but German is not good. He can listen and speak well.

As for reading books and writing, it depends on luck. If you have good luck, you can guess correctly. It is standard illiterate and semi-dumb German. Fortunately, the two of them speak fast, so he can probably understand the content of the conversation.

On the other side, Muhe patted Mao Yike, his tone full of emotion: "I really didn't expect that the most dull student in the Berlin Industrial School would become a technician."

"Col. Mohe, no, I'd better call you Professor Mohe. I didn't expect you to become a soldier. Aren't you the most disgusting war?" Mao Yike asked a question with a complicated expression.

Muhe smiled calmly, and did not answer this question, but looked at the secret service staff behind him: "Don't you introduce your colleagues? I welcome your arrival on behalf of the Empire."

Zuo Chong was originally watching a show in the crowd, but when Muhy spoke, he suddenly felt his hair standing up on his body, and the sixth sense inherited from his ancestors millions of years ago told him that someone was peeking.

The sixth sense is not pseudoscience, nor is it feudal superstition. This is a special ability developed by primitive humans in fighting nature to avoid sneak attacks from wild beasts or other enemies.

The tracking and anti-tracking training received by intelligence personnel can mine and enhance this instinct from deep genes. It is very simple to crack it, and use the aftermath and reflection to monitor suspicious people.

At this time, Zuo Chong suppressed the discomfort of the light on his back. He took advantage of Mao Yike introducing himself and others to slightly avoid the direct gaze of the people in the dark. It is OK to avoid completely, which means exposure.

Even if the Germans are well aware of their true identities, they still have to sing the plays they should sing, and there is no room for tact on the surface, and he must avoid this.

So just avoid it a little and don’t let people record a clear positive appearance. Thanks to this era, there is no long-focus lens that can be moved at will, otherwise it would be useless to hide on the moon.

Not only him, but other spies more or less felt that someone was surveillance, and they used various methods to prevent being photographed, some bowed their heads, some looked on their faces, and some were blocked by others.

Anyway, the Eight Immortals show their magical powers across the sea.

The most amazing thing is Gui Youguang. He turned his bare head to somewhere, and the sun shone on it and reflected dazzling white light. His whole body was bathed in the light, and he was like becoming an immortal.

Not to mention sneak shots, if the Germans can be blinded even if they get closer, they really didn't expect that baldness would have such benefits. Zuo Chong couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he quickly gave up this dangerous idea.

On the other side, Muhe didn't know if it was intentional, so he pulled Mao Yike and talked for a long time. Seeing that the band's rhythm was getting worse and worse, and he could hardly hear what song it was, he led everyone into the car.

The left helm was assigned to a black Mercedes sedan. After the fire was lit, the car drove out of the Berlin Railway Station. He looked at the city in front of him curiously through the window.

What was Berlin in the 1930s? Various modern buildings were rising from the ground, wide asphalt roads winding away, leading to the suburbs and the other leading to a modern city.

Looking at the cars whizzing through the streets, all of them are the latest and most advanced. The pedestrians are walking in a hurry, but their faces are filled with happy smiles. Everything is so prosperous.

You should know that just a few years ago, Berlin and the entire Germany were still wailing under the torture of the economic crisis. The unemployment rate was as high as fifty, and the streets and alleys were full of begging and starving residents.

In a short period of time, people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes. No wonder they believe in a certain beard and his thoughts, and are willing to give their precious lives to maintain it.

The evidence is the red and black flags that are everywhere on the surrounding buildings and street lights. The red pigments are like red blood. When blown by the wind, they float freely in the air, making people unable to ignore them.

"My Chinese friend, have you seen that thirty-story building? In 1931, it was just an abandoned factory. We took 180 days to clean up and rebuild it."

Seeing Zuo Chong and others seemingly shocked by the greatness and prosperity of Berlin, the German driver who was driving pointed to the building in the distance and said, confident and pride were fully revealed from his eyes and movements.

Then he deliberately slowed down and continued in a happy tone: "Now it is the largest department store in the empire. As long as there are money, you can buy whatever you want in it."

The spies were silent.

They all received basic education and had ways to understand the situation around the world, including economic intelligence. Needless to say, Germany's tragic situation after the European War was only better than the Republic of China.

What we hear today shows that Germany has emerged from the mud and has once again become one of the most powerful countries in the world. What about the Republic of China, what was like before and now, has not changed at all.

Can the same method be used to save the nation and the country from the fire? The spies widened their eyes and were so greedy that they kept the scene in front of them in their hearts that they might be able to use it in the future.

Zuo Chong was also silent.

To be honest, if I hadn't known the fate of San Dezi, Zuo Chong would have been as excited as his subordinates, but this was destined to be a dead end, and countless men, women, elderly people, and children would have died because of this.

In the final analysis, class contradictions will eventually break out if they cannot be reconciled. It is simply not feasible to use national contradictions to transfer class contradictions. Apart from falling into the abyss of war, there will be no second ending.

He just sat there quietly, and when he arrived at the hotel, he went back to the room and leaned against the balcony to send a secret message to Lao K, thousands of miles away. He wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with him for the first time.

Because of this moment, Zuo Chong felt extremely lonely. He knew that victory was ahead, but the process in the middle made people desperate. Comrade, he understood the true meaning of these two words even more.

In the hotel basement, under the thick concrete floor, more than a dozen complex instruments that kept emitting lights were running. Muh, who had just met Zuo Chong and his team, sat on a chair to listen to the report.

"Col. We took 170 photos at the railway station. Only five can be effectively identified, involving three people in total, including the Mao and two other Chinese."

After hearing this, Muhy looked up at his subordinate who closed the folder. There was a hint of surprise and confusion on his cold face. His slender fingers stroked a pocket watch, and after a long time, he said something.
Chapter completed!