Officer x You (Forty-nine)
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The Elbe River meanders forward, turns two bends and passes through Dresden, nourishing this pearl city like a mother. In the distance, the river water is clear and emerald, as if in deep thought.
Schleicher leaned against the railing of the terrace and lit a cigarette. The milky white smoke spread before his eyes. He looked down at the small garden downstairs.
Emma was running after you in the garden, Susie was standing behind the swing, smiling and waving at you. You picked Emma up. The swing swayed, filled with the carefree laughter of a child.
Erycina.
Standing on a high place, Schleicher rolled the word on his tongue several times. His chest moved slightly, and he chuckled, and soon adjusted his shocked emotions.
Aphrodite, it’s not impossible to be the lover of the god of love.
He took a final drag on his cigarette, and the butt fell to his feet, where it was slowly crushed. Schleicher left the bleachers, and servants came up to sweep the stands.
Susie returned to the party. You sat on the swing holding Emma, thinking. The swing was still swaying slightly back and forth due to inertia. Emma was so tired from playing that she gradually fell asleep in her mother's arms.
You deceived Schleicher.
Not only did you hear his conversation with Richter, the head of the Sachsenhausen camp, but you also wrote it down word for word.
If what they talked about later hadn't frightened you so much, you would have been able to avoid it the moment the wind blew up the curtain.
You sit on the swing, holding Emma diagonally, patting her gently and coaxing her, while you begin to review the conversation between Schleicher and Richter in your mind.
The Sachsenhausen camp was counterfeiting British pounds. Furthermore, their forged pounds had even passed Swiss bank inspections, clearly demonstrating their remarkable success. Their goal was to inflict upon Britain the same pain and disaster the Empire had once endured.
Although you don’t understand finance, your high school political textbook has taught you the most basic economics knowledge - the government cannot print too much money. If there are too many banknotes circulating in the market, it will cause prices to soar.
Similarly, if counterfeit banknotes are excessively circulated in the British market, it will undoubtedly cause huge harm to the British economy, just like the government's attempt to solve the debt crisis by printing money.
As for the pain that the empire once experienced, isn't that the well-known inflation?
The currency depreciated to the point of being worthless. People even needed a wheelbarrow of banknotes to buy a loaf of bread. Inflation caused countless companies to go bankrupt, and people were unemployed and at home, receiving only a meager amount of government relief every week.
You've completely figured it out.
They actually wanted to paralyze the British economy by printing counterfeit money?! This idea was truly audacious. The key point was that they actually succeeded in counterfeiting the British pound!
God!
What a crazy plan!
…
Temporary meeting room on the third floor of the villa.
Six chairs were placed around a spacious oval table made of solid red wood, and a secret meeting was being prepared.
German business giants such as Messerschmitt, Löchlin, Volkswagen, Rheinmetall-Bosig and IG Farben gathered together and took their seats.
The convener of the meeting had not yet arrived, but the people present had already started chatting.
Willy Messerschmidt grumbled, "Ever since Falkenhausen's arrest, the Brussels stock exchange has never been able to maintain its par value. Its real value has been falling. I can't sell the shares I own, and they're now worthless. Guys, no one has lost more than I have."
Under the rule of General Falkenhausen, the military governor, Belgian securities developed much better than in other occupied areas, but in fact, in the long run, Belgian securities also fluctuated greatly.
Ferdinand Porsche chuckled. "Willie, even if you sell off your holdings, the central bank will still buy them all in the end. All you'll get is a bunch of useless government bonds and war bonds. You might even lose more."
Nowadays, in order to sell stocks legally, one must first make an offer to the central bank. However, the central bank does not give cash when purchasing stocks, but instead gives a pile of government bonds that have been kept in the central bank.
The prices of these government bonds that have been kept in the central bank have fallen to pieces.
"These days, the most valuable thing is..."
Hermann Löchlin was moved when he heard that his old friends were not in a good situation. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
Everyone's eyes fell on the newcomer. General Gerhard von Schleicher, the convener of this meeting, finally arrived and took his seat.
The people seated did not stand up to greet him, and no shouts of "Long live" were heard this time. Everyone followed basic business etiquette and just sat in their seats, nodded and greeted him.
At this meeting, General Gerhard von Schleicher attended as a member of the Krupp board of directors, instead of attending as a lieutenant general of the Reich SS and leader of the First Group, instead of attending as a member of the Krupp board of directors, instead of attending as a lieutenant general of the Reich SS and leader of the First Group.
But his appearance has already indicated a new direction within the party.
Unlike the 720 Group, which attempted to overthrow that man's regime, while continuing to uphold the motto "SS, your glory is loyalty", it also considered another way out after the war from an economic perspective.
After all, everyone knows that the war cannot continue indefinitely.
To plan ahead, qualified businessmen must start planning for survival after the war.
Although General Gerhard was not wearing a military uniform today but a custom-made suit, the skull ring on his left ring finger gleamed silver, silently reminding everyone present that the SS high-ranking officials had compromised with the enemy to some extent.
He spoke: "My apologies, I just found an excuse to come here from the banquet. First of all, I want to thank you for taking the risk to attend this meeting. The theme of this meeting is 'Establishing Foreigners' Credit in the Empire'. We have all experienced the terrible disaster of inflation."
Everyone nodded to each other. That was the disaster that the Treaty of Versailles brought to the empire, and no one would forget it.
The most fundamental way to deal with inflation is to quickly rebuild foreigners' credit in the empire after the war.
General Gerhard continued, "If Otto Wildfetter hadn't used his personal credit and reputation in the United States to campaign, the United States would never have loaned Krupp $10 million for post-war reconstruction."
Carl Klauch, who had remained silent since entering the chat room, slowly spoke:
"The British absolutely cannot be trusted. They are the masters of perfidy. The fact that British intelligence dared to release the secret list of people involved in the July 20th Incident is enough to prove that they are completely untrustworthy. However, the Americans can certainly consider it."
Upon hearing this, General Gerhard smiled meaningfully.
According to information he received privately, IG Farben was transferring a large amount of assets to American agents, and it was the law firm of Sullivan and Cromwell where Dulles worked that was responsible for handling IG Farben's business interests in the United States.
In fact, no matter how fierce the war is or how tyrannical the trade ban is, it will not affect the exchange of interests between merchants at all.
The reason why Gerhard rose through the ranks of the party but did not resign from his position on the Krupp board of directors for a long time was also out of consideration for longer-term interests.
At least, if he becomes the defendant in the Anglo-American Joint Forces trial one day, in addition to being able to argue that "it is a soldier's duty to obey orders", he can also say that everything is based on economic interests.
In his view, these thoughts and actions were not disloyalty to the empire, but the most basic assessment of the situation.
At this time, Gerhard still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that at some point in the future, there would be a possibility of peace talks between the British and American forces.
Luca Knone was unimpressed by Karl Klauhe's comments.
"Are Americans good things? We are fighting among ourselves, and the Americans have already started manipulating international finance. The dollar is pegged to gold, haha."
He was referring to the Bretton Woods Conference that was being held in a country across the Atlantic Ocean on the day of the July 20 assassination attempt.
"Ultimately, the foundation of our success lies in developing strong financial policies to ensure that we have sufficient funds to rebuild our factories after the war."
Karl Klauhe opened his arms, leaned back in his chair like a boss, and said the key point in one sentence.
"Although the Empire is ordering us to provide all liquid assets, we cannot give away all our cards."
Hermann Löchlin nodded in agreement with the head of IG Farben and spoke out his true feelings.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room became tense.
He was surprised to find the presence of General Gerhard, the leader of the SS Group 1, and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly added a sentence to show his loyalty.
"Of course, we do have to follow the Führer's wishes and increase production to support the front!"
Gerhard turned his gaze to Lechlin, who was sitting opposite him, and there was an unshakable majesty in his deep blue eyes.
"The premise of all actions is unwavering loyalty to the Empire. This is the only way out now."
The Empire's liquidation of the 720 Group is underway.
Everyone agreed.
Ferdinand Porsche thought of the news that came from the top a few days ago -
Volkswagen board members smuggled gold and foreign currency from their country house in Poland out of the country to Zurich and Madrid, and hid them in Argentina and Chile.
He followed up on Lechlin's previous statement, saying, "Gold is our trump card. These days, nothing holds its value better than gold."
Anyone who understands the reality of inflation will buy assets that can maintain their value - real estate, raw materials, and industrial products - in order to avoid losses from the devaluation of the mark.
However, with the Allied forces' continuous air raids day and night, these are no longer qualified tools for wealth preservation.
For a moment, after understanding the ideas of their competitors, everyone fell into deep thought and began to consider how to return and still retain the trump card for post-war survival under the pressure of the empire's major policies.
More importantly, they want their families to be safe.
…
You carried Emma back to the room from the back door of the villa and put the sleeping Emma on the bed.
After covering the little one with a thin blanket, you sat on the single sofa next to him and took out the card from your dress pocket.
deceptio, to deceive.
It turns out that Feynman really knew you were a spy. Come to think of it, your intelligence-gathering skills must have been truly shoddy, revealing so many flaws that you couldn't hide it from him anymore.
But what should I do now?
System, how can I reconnect with the organization? Is Dresden, or Prague, still within the organization's intelligence network?
A gentle current passed through you, unexpectedly soothing your mind. You leaned back on the sofa and slowly closed your eyes.
The room fell into silence, like a deserted place.
It wasn't until the crisp sound of the door handle being slightly twisted that hit your nerves accurately, and you opened your eyes in a second while sitting on the sofa.
You clearly locked the door, but the crisp sound did not disappear because it was locked. On the contrary, you heard the sound of some kind of lock picking tool trying to pry open the door lock.
You sat up from the sofa, opened the bedside table, took out the Browning pistol that Fiennes gave you, glanced at Emma who was still sleeping, and hid behind the door with quick and silent steps.
A man in a suit and tie came in.
Before he could turn around, you pressed the Browning against his back.
"Don't move."
You spoke in German, lowering your voice as your mind raced.
A banquet is being held on the first floor, the second floor is the reception room, and the third and fourth floors are where the villa owner rests.
In order to prevent the meeting from being disturbed, Schleicher arranged for the secret meeting to be held in a temporary meeting room on the easternmost side of the third floor, and the room you are in is located at the westernmost corner of the third floor.
This guy's lock picking skills are so adept, if he's not trying to find out what secrets this villa has, then what could he be? Could he be gay?!
system?
【Zizizi... (electrical sound)】
At the moment the gun was pointed at him, the man's back stiffened for a moment, but then he spoke in a calm tone. You saw that when he raised his cuffs, there were square cufflinks made of black onyx.
"Miss, I think I walked into the wrong room and disturbed you. It's my fault. I beg for your forgiveness."
Your palms holding the Browning have begun to sweat. You are not sure whether this man is gay or not. In this situation, the V-sign should not be used casually. If the other party is an enemy, it would be a terrible self-destruction.
There is no one here who will protect you like a brother.
You feel your mind racing faster and faster, a sensation of sparks flying, and a sharp pain. Those few brief seconds seem as elongated as the birth of the universe, as you desperately try to mobilize your meager store of knowledge.
Finally, inspiration struck you, and you spoke quickly, "Sir, you are indeed very offensive. You interrupted me while I was reading The Adventures of Tintin: The Black Island. Langko is angry, and plants on the island are no longer growing."
After you finished speaking, you clearly saw the man trying to turn around. You pressed the Browning in your hand against his back without hesitation and pushed forward to stop his attempt.
Without knowing each other's cards and not seeing each other's appearance clearly, we can reduce unnecessary trouble.
After a second of silence, the man responded, "Miss, I understand. Thank you for your forgiveness."
After the other person left, you locked the door again, lowered your right arm that had been holding the gun, and then took a long breath and leaned against the door.
The Adventures of Tintin is a comic strip serialized by Belgian cartoonist Hergé since 1929.
"The Black Island" is the seventh work in the Tintin series created by Hergé in 1938. The story tells that Tintin and his dog Milou destroyed the counterfeit money criminal gang on the Black Island.
As for Langko, he is a gorilla guarding the Black Island. He got angry when Tintin discovered that the counterfeit money criminal leader Miller was printing counterfeit money.
When the zinc (Zn) content in the soil is abnormal, it will affect the growth of plants.
You've hinted clearly enough.
In fact, because "The Black Island" was too allusive to reality, its content was revised several times after the war, but the version circulating in the Chinese market is the original version written by Hergé, which you happened to have read and remembered.
Everything seems to be destined, as if this mission is destined to be completed by you, the Chinese who traveled through time.
If the other party is a comrade, then after you successfully pass on the information, the system will naturally sound a prompt sound indicating that the task is completed.
If the other party is not gay, but some spy for the top tb, then you also have sufficient reasons to explain.
After all, even if your fake nationality is Swiss, Feinz was once the acting plenipotentiary envoy of Belgium. You stayed with him in Brussels for a period of time and read the cartoons created by Belgian cartoonists. It is not only not surprising, but very normal.
You put the gun back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Emma's obedient sleeping face. You brushed the golden hair on your daughter's forehead to one side, and waited for the system prompt sound with a little trepidation.
…
Dalia was changing out of the dress she was going to wear for today's banquet. Under the zipper of the dress was a beautiful bare back. After she changed into her casual clothes and left the room, Schleicher was waiting outside with a serious face.
"Herbert, why don't you just take today as a day off?"
In order to help cover up the secret meeting on the third floor, Dalia attended social events all afternoon. Her father, Earl of Westalup, had been in trouble, and she was already physically and mentally exhausted.
"Let's go."
Schleicher, contrary to his usual behavior, did not argue with Dalia. He put one hand in his pocket and took the first step, but his steps were smaller than usual, as if he was waiting for someone next to him.
The two had been standing in the study for a long time, but the person at the desk had been working.
Until General Gerhard put down his pen, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, stood up and walked to Schleicher, and without saying a word, slapped him hard in the face with his backhand.
"Father!"
Dalia was shocked and tried to stop him, but it was in vain. Schleicher did nothing and endured his father's anger.
"I'm very disappointed in you."
General Gerhard pushed up his drooping shirt sleeves, straightened his back, and with his hands on his hips, exercised his fatherly authority over his son.
"You've forgotten everything about responsibility, loyalty, trustworthiness, and commitment. You've only cared about your own pleasures, forgetting the promises you made to your family and your wife at the wedding!"
Schleicher, who had seemed numb since entering the study, was finally moved. A sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked directly into his father's angry eyes.
"Have you done that to your mother? What qualifications do you have to..."
A moment later, another crisp slap sounded.
"Father! Hurley and I divorced by mutual agreement. There was no coercion. I don't want to be a couple with a grudge. It's better for us to be ordinary friends after the divorce. My father also supports my decision. He has always been grateful for all the help you gave him after the accident."
Dalia was so anxious that tears were about to come out. She explained quickly because she knew clearly that her father did this to show her.
"Never mind. I can't intervene in your affairs anymore. But you must have a child, otherwise you will be notified within the Party. I have adopted a two-month-old boy for you from the Fountain of Life Center."
General Gerhard breathed a long sigh of relief, his face still showing an unquestionable majesty.
"Father, is he my son or my brother?"
Regardless of the occasion, Schleicher burst out laughing, and the curve of his mouth grew wider and wider.
Dalia was almost going crazy, worried that he would say something earth-shattering in the next second with his outspoken mouth.
"You bastard! You've been talking nonsense so much outside that you've made it a habit!"
Sure enough, General Gerhard was so angry that he kicked Schleicher with such force that he staggered back a few steps.
Schleicher was already accustomed to such anger. He completely put away the smile on his face, rubbed the dust off his military uniform with the back of his hand as if nothing had happened, then took a step forward and took Dalia's hand.
Dalia quickly turned around to say goodbye to her father, but she did not stop and followed Schleicher out of the study.
The two were about to part ways at the stairs. Dalia was hesitant to speak, worried and afraid of making the man feel embarrassed.
Seeing this, Schleicher touched the side of his face that was hit with the tip of his tongue, shrugged indifferently at Dalia, and gave a slightly comforting smile.
"Dahlia, it's none of your business. Don't think too much about it. Go back and have a good rest."
The man's tone was gentle, and the face with the red mark in front of him gradually overlapped with the willful and righteous face of his childhood.
Dalia couldn't bear it any longer and threw herself into his arms. Her low sobs became more and more intense, and finally turned into loud crying, releasing all the heavy pressure of these days.
Schleicher did not push Dalia away. He raised his arm and mechanically patted her back as he did when she was a child, his calm gaze fixed on the westernmost corner.
At the same time, you also received a system notification sound in the room at the westernmost corner.
[Ding Dong——]
[Congratulations to the host, unlocking the hidden quest line, Operation Bernard]
This chapter has a total of 11,000 yuan, 6,000 yuan is released, and the remaining 5,000 yuan is in the hidden ending:
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