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Chapter 609 Berlin
"Get dressed and get out of the car."

Gui Youguang put on a brand-new black Chinese tunic suit, and walked in the corridor, shouting to the secret agents that they represent the country on this trip, and their manners must be decent, and the Germans should not make jokes.

Zuo Zhong was also packing up. When he was on the Antlepont, he notified the German side of the itinerary change through the radio. If he guessed correctly, there should be someone outside to welcome them.

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

After the two sides met, they introduced each other. Among the people from the German side, the highest-ranking official was a deputy mayor of Munich, and the rest were capitalists in the industrial and commercial fields.

In the Republic of China and Germany, one side wants to develop the military industry, and the other side wants to open up a huge market. Under the premise that each has what it needs, even if there is a strong wind on the platform, everyone still chats very happily.

Especially when the businessmen heard Mao Yike mention the size of the Gongxian Arsenal, they wished they could stuff the banknotes into his trouser pockets on the spot, and Zuo Zhong, who had received a cold reception, stood aside and watched with a smile.

The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.

A large arsenal needs a huge amount of mechanical equipment, auxiliary materials, and technology patents every year. If it can pull the factory manager into trouble, it will be worth spending more money and giving more kickbacks.

Mao Yike was a little frightened by the sudden enthusiasm of the Germans. It wasn't that he was so clean and honest, but he was making money under the nose of a spy. Tai Te Niang was scary.

He immediately put on a dignified look, reluctantly rejected the other party's kindness, and instead asked about the train schedule to Berlin, planning to rush directly to Berlin to complete the task without stopping.

The Germans didn't know the twists and turns. They thought they had met an upright official of the Republic of China, but they were a little bit awed by regret, and offered to buy a dozen first-class tickets for them.

Who says Germans are stuffy.

Obviously very flexible.

Or is it that money can change people's inherent thinking logic?

Zuo Zhong's smile became more and more warm, and he decided to find time to chat with Mao Yike. It doesn't matter if you collect money, as long as you don't spoil the major military affairs. There needs to be a balance in the middle, and he must understand.

Otherwise, there are too many people studying abroad, why should the other party be the factory director, and why not send other arsenal factory directors to Germany to receive designs with a bald head?

The two sides communicated at the train station for a long time, until a train began to check tickets, and Mao Yike shook hands with the Germans one by one to say goodbye, and everyone boarded the train again amidst the Germans' farewell.

After getting in the car, Mao Yike explained in embarrassment, what a breeze, honest and honest, just opened his mouth, Zuo Zhong patted him on the shoulder without saying a word, everything was in silence.

After sitting in the slamming train for several hours, when the train slowly stopped, after more than a month for Zuo Zhong and others, the long journey across Europe and Asia finally came to an end.

Compared with Munich, the welcome ceremony in Berlin was more grand. A small orchestra played specious Sanminist songs, and a German colonel first extended his right hand to Mao Yike.

"Welcome back to Berlin, Mao."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel Mucher."

Mao Yike greeted the colonel familiarly, and warmly hugged him. In Germany, this is only suitable for relatives, friends and close acquaintances.

In addition to the sentence of returning to Berlin, the two undoubtedly met in Germany. Besides, there is no one named Muhe on the list of official German personnel who went to China. So what is the relationship between them?

Is it a classmate?
The age is not right.

is a friend?
That's how we met.

After entering the Secret Service, Zuo Zhong has been insisting on learning foreign languages. After two years, he can write and speak fluently in English and Japanese, but he can't speak German.

As for reading and writing, it depends on luck. If you are lucky, you can guess right. Standard illiterate and half-mute German. Fortunately, neither of them speak fast, so he can probably understand the content of the conversation.

Over there, Mu He patted Mao Yike, and his tone was full of emotion: "Unexpectedly, the most dull student of my Berlin Technical School turned out to be a technocrat. It is really unimaginable."

"Colonel Mu He, no, I'll call you Professor Mu He. I didn't expect you to become a soldier. Don't you hate war the most?" Mao Yike asked a question with a complicated expression.

Mu He smiled lightly, did not answer this question, but looked at the secret service personnel behind him: "Why don't you introduce your colleagues, I welcome you on behalf of the empire."

Zuo Zhong was originally watching a play among the crowd, but when Mu He spoke, he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end. The sixth sense inherited from his ancestors millions of years ago told him that someone was peeping.

The sixth sense is not a pseudoscience, nor is it a feudal superstition. It is a special ability developed by primitive humans in the struggle with nature to avoid sneak attacks by wild animals or other enemies.

The tracking and anti-tracking training received by intelligence personnel can tap and enhance this instinct from the depths of the gene. It is very simple to crack it, and use peripheral vision and reflection to monitor suspicious personnel.

At this time, Zuo Zhong resisted the discomfort that was like a glow on his back. Taking advantage of Mao Yike's introduction to himself and the others, he turned slightly to avoid the direct gaze of the dark people. It was impossible to avoid it completely, which meant exposure.

Even if the Germans are well aware of their true identities, they still have to sing what should be sung, and there is no room for tact when some things are put on the bright side, and he must avoid this from happening.

So just avoid it a little bit, and don’t allow people to record a clear frontal appearance. Thank you for not having a long focal length lens that can be moved at will in this era, otherwise it would be useless to hide on the moon.

Not only him, but other secret agents more or less sensed that someone was watching, and they used various methods to prevent being secretly photographed, some bowed their heads, some profiled their faces, and some used others to cover them.

Anyway, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers.
The most amazing thing belongs to Youguang. He turned his bald head to a certain place, and the sun shone on it, reflecting a dazzling white light. The whole person was bathed in the light, as if he had become a fairy.

Not to mention candid shots, Germans can be blinded if they get close. I didn't expect that baldness would have such benefits. Zuo Zhong couldn't help being a little tempted, but he quickly dismissed this dangerous idea.

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

Zuo Zhong was assigned to a black Mercedes car, and with a slight vibration after ignition, the car drove out of the Berlin train station, and he looked curiously at the city in front of him through the window.

What did Berlin look like in the 30s? Various modern buildings are rising from the ground, and wide asphalt roads meander away, leading to the suburbs at one end and the modern city at the other.

Looking at the cars whizzing by on the street, all of them are the latest and most advanced. Pedestrians walk in a hurry, but their faces are filled with happy smiles. Everything is so prosperous.

We must know that just a few years ago, Berlin and the whole of Germany were still wailing under the torment of the economic crisis, the unemployment rate was as high as [-] at one time, 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 ideas, and at the same time are willing to sacrifice their precious lives to maintain it.

The evidence is the ubiquitous red and black flags on the surrounding buildings and street lamps. The red paint is like red blood, and it will be blown in the air by the wind, making it impossible to ignore.

"Chinese friends, have you seen that 1931-story building? In 180, it was just an abandoned factory. It took us [-] days to clean it up and rebuild it."

Seeing that Zuo Zhong and others seemed to be shocked by the greatness and prosperity of Berlin, the German driver pointed to the distant buildings and said, his confidence and pride were fully revealed from his eyes and movements.

Then he deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, and continued to introduce in a joyful tone: "Now it is the largest department store in the empire. As long as you have banknotes, you can buy any goods you want in it."

The agents fell silent.

They have all received basic education and have access to understand the situation around the world, including economic intelligence. Needless to say, Germany's tragic situation after the European War is only a little better than that of the Republic of China.

What I have heard and seen today shows that Germany has emerged from the quagmire and once again became one of the most powerful countries in the world. As for the Republic of China, what it was like before and what it is like now have not changed in any way.

Can the same method be used to save the nation and the country from the fire and water? The spies stared wide-eyed, greedy enough to keep the scene in front of them firmly in their hearts, and they might be able to use it in the future.

Zuo Zhong was also silent.

To be honest, Zuo Zhong would be as excited as his subordinates if he didn't know what happened to San Dezi, but this is doomed to a dead end, and countless men, women, old people, and children will die because of it.

In the final analysis, class conflicts that cannot be reconciled will eventually erupt, and it is simply not feasible to use ethnic conflicts to divert class conflicts. There will be no second ending other than falling into the abyss of war.

He just sat there quietly, and went back to the room directly after arriving at the hotel, and leaned on the balcony to send a secret telegram to the old K who was thousands of miles away. For the first time, he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

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

And in the basement of the hotel, under the thick concrete floor, more than a dozen complex instruments with lights constantly shining were running. Mu He, who had just greeted Zuo Zhong and his party, sat on a chair and listened to the report.

"Colonel, we took 170 photos at the train station, and only five of them can be effectively identified, involving a total of three people, including that Mao and two other Chinese."

After hearing this, Mu He raised his head to look at the subordinate who closed the folder, a trace of surprise and doubt appeared on his stern face, he stroked a pocket watch with his slender fingers, and said something quietly after a long time.

"Continue to monitor."

(End of this chapter)