Mediterranean hegemon

December 21st is getting closer and closer to Christmas, but there is no warm celebration atmosphere in Germany. The situation has become more and more serious: France and Belgium twice refused British and American mediation and firmly stated that if they could not get it before December 31st, They will use all means, including force, to claim all the compensation themselves. The Italian government has said nothing except a bland statement urging both sides to "maintain mutual restraint and avoid escalating the situation."

Stimulated by this severe situation, the exchange rate of the mark kept falling, approaching the 10,000 mark, and the breakthrough was just around the corner. Contini took advantage of the situation to partially liquidate his position, and took more than 3 million US dollars back to Italy. Now he is The youngest multi-millionaire on earth.

He knew that the exchange rate would fall again, but when the day came, the foreign exchange earned would not only be unable to flow out, but would even be liquidated. With the idea of ​​not eating fish tails, he continued to close positions and transfer them. To avoid arousing suspicion, Antonio allowed some of the funds to flow directly into the United States—looking more like the tactics of Jewish financial speculators.

Stock purchases in the U.S. market went smoothly. I bought more than 800,000 shares of General Motors, more than 700,000 shares of American Radio, and some other sporadic large stocks, totaling a total market value of 2 million U.S. dollars. ——The U.S. stock market is still falling. The stocks that Contini asked to buy lost 3% in a few days. However, he didn't care and asked to continue buying, cherishing this last good time of collecting money at the bottom.

Douhet finally returned from his inspection tour in Germany. When passing through Munich, Contini suddenly remembered something and asked Douhet for leave, saying that he wanted to buy some Christmas gifts to give to his family and colleagues in the Youth League.

Douhet nodded and smiled: It is always good for young people to think about other people when they go abroad. Putting aside family background and knowledge, Calais is not a bad person as a person. Except for being a bit glib, he is better than other Italian young people. Much more reliable. He agreed to stay for one day while he continued to improve the manuscript of "The Theory of Air Control" and let the young master go out for a shopping spree.

Walking on the cold and desolate streets of Munich, Contini took a deep breath, grabbed a newsboy, handed over a 10-dollar note, and asked: "Please do me a favor, help me find the German National Socialist I’d like to find someone at a Workers’ Party event or meeting place, and if you can do it, the $10 is yours.”

The newsboy was annoyed that someone was holding him back, but when he saw the $10, his eyes became eager - $10 was worth his hard work for 10 days: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Adolf Hitler or Mr. Hermann Wilhelm Goering." Contini spoke very good German, especially when pronouncing these two names, he was extremely clear.

"I can do this, but can you give me the reward first?"

"No problem!" Contini laughed and put 10 dollars into the other person's hand. "Take me over."

"It's a little far. Do you need a carriage?"

"Okay, let's go..."

Following the newsboy's instructions, the carriage took Contini to the door of a somewhat remote bar: "Sir, they often gather here. There will be a speech today, and several people will give speeches on stage...No, it has already started."

"You seem to be familiar with their situation?"

"I have listened to Mr. Hitler's speech several times. He spoke it very well and touched our hearts. Unfortunately, I am not old enough to join the party."

Contini smiled: "It will only take a few years. There is no priority in joining the party, as long as you have the intention. If you agree with a party's program and recognize a leader you can follow, what does it matter whether you are a party member or not?"

The newsboy's eyes lit up: "Thank you, sir, your words made me suddenly enlightened. I wish you a merry Christmas in advance!"

Contini opened the door of the bar, and a strange yet familiar voice floated over: "...The problem we are facing now is very clear, that is, this weak, incompetent, and decadent bourgeois government cannot lead Germany forward. , unable to give the people the order and work they need. Externally, they succumbed to the diplomatic pressure of France and Belgium, and did not dare to let go of mobilizing the people. They always imagined that problems could be solved by hugging the thighs of the United Kingdom and the United States. Internally, they succumbed to the power of Jewish capitalists and were cruel. Exploiting the working people, violating our interests, catering to those ultra-conservative reactionaries who suppress the working class, as the party of the German working class, our party must hold high the banner and make a difference in this crisis...

… Recently, the market mark exchange rate has fallen sharply, inflation has become increasingly serious, and people’s interests have been seriously harmed. The already extremely meager family property and salary have rapidly evaporated, but capitalists and speculators have made huge profits in this storm. I heard a rumor that a member of a Jewish speculative financial family and his agent were engaged in currency speculation in Frankfurt. This person alone took away 100 billion marks (equivalent to 10 million U.S. dollars) from currency fluctuations. Others could It’s easy to imagine…”

Looking up, that iconic face, eye-catching mustache, and exaggerated and expressive speech movements all indicate that he is the real head of state. Contini touched his nose subconsciously. It seemed that he was the one who was talking about it just now. Fortunately, he got the Jewish name - he applauded his false and true routine in his heart.

"...These national worms and November sinners have not only not been punished, but have intensified... We must resist them... The recent success of the Italian revolution has given me great inspiration and encouragement. I think the most critical point is to unite, especially the people. It is the working class that must work hard to fight... The German people united are invincible... In order to participate in this vigorous revolutionary activity, our party now needs to raise some funds, and comrades are kindly requested to donate!”

Not long after, someone was holding a tray to collect donations one by one. Contini saw clearly that most of them were 1,000 or 2,000 marks, and only a few were 10,000 marks (equivalent to a day's salary of an ordinary worker). The trays were very small. When he was almost in front of Contini, he thought for a moment and asked: "I don't have many marks on hand, can I use other currencies to replace it?"

The party member who collected the donations thought he was trying to shirk, and felt a little disdainful in his heart, but he was still very polite on his face: "Anything is fine, sir. Donations of any amount are a strong support for our party."

Contini smiled slightly, took out 100 dollars and put it on the tray, and pointed at Hitler who had just finished his speech and was resting on the stage: "Can you invite that gentleman over? I want to have a drink with him. If we talk Okay, I can donate more.”

The other party didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw that it was 100 US dollars, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, because it was equivalent to 1 million marks, which was more than all the other donations he received today combined. He quickly said: "No problem, sir. This is Mr. Adolf Hitler, he is the leader of our party, I will go and report, he should be happy to chat with a generous gentleman. "

"Chief, a gentleman donated us $100. He offered to buy you a drink. If the conversation was pleasant, he would be willing to donate some more."

Before Hitler could say anything, Strasser, the No. 2 person in the party, muttered: "What does this guy think of us? A bartender?"

Hermann Göring stood behind Hitler, his face turned ugly. Of course he knew that Strasser was making excuses, not because he couldn't drink with the donor, but because the other party didn't invite him and asked Hitler by name. Not happy.

"It's nothing. Since he funded us a large amount of money, we should express our gratitude to him. Please wait a moment and I'll be back." Hitler moved quickly and quickly walked towards Contini.