Chapter 117 A belief

Mank von Pifeel stood up without saying a word, paced in the living room full of various models with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over these miniature warships, fighter jets and tanks that did not have any lethality and destructive power, and finally fell on the oil painting of "The Battle of Seed".

"Everyone, I accepted the emperor's enlistment with full of longing and became a glorious guard cavalry. I was extremely proud of myself for wearing that uniform. I thought I was fighting a war that favored the country, but until the cold of 1918, when the news of the signing of the armistice contract came, I heard the harsh terms, and realized that war was not the glory of soldiers, because no one could guarantee eternal victory. Those who died on the battlefield could leave the world without any worries, but left the grief and hard life to their families, to the innocent and pitiful women and children. They fulfilled their mission as soldiers, but abandoned their responsibilities as husbands, fathers and sons... Is it worth it?"

At the end of these words, every word made Lynn's heart tremble.

Is it worth it?

This is a heavy question.

"If the facts are as you said, sir, I will extend a helping hand to my fellow citizens in distress without hesitation, even if I sell my property. But I am worried that after helping them overcome difficulties, Germany will embark on the road of revenge, repeating the trajectory of rise, prosperity, war, and decline. If so, I would rather they continue to live a poor life, even if a small number of people die due to hunger and cold, it would be better to be involved in the war and suffer!"

The content and tone of the Baron's words were as hard and resolute as steel, and each and every point was contrary to the call of the head of the head and his belief in. Lynn was shocked. At this time, he finally knew that the old spy Baron Pat would be disappointed here.

"Now, sir, are you sure what you said just now will continue?" The Baron turned around and stared at Lynn.

After not feeling afraid for a long time, Lin Neng wanted to avoid gazes under the pressure of the other party's momentum, and even wanted to give up. At this moment of turning around, he supported himself with firm belief, stood up from the sofa with a calm expression, and his eyes turned from Baron Von Pifell's face to the oil painting.

"Every nation has its own character, either elegant, aggressive, greedy, simple, romantic, or conservative. These are gradually taking shape in the long historical changes. It is not possible to change them overnight. How many years have we been pursuing unity and pursuing strength? Baron. If I told you that Germany was about to split, a split from a heart that cuts across the heart, and becomes two independent sovereign states, how would you feel?"

After the failure of the last war, Germany lost all its overseas colonies and a considerable part of its territory. Now it was occupied by the four teams of the United States, Soviet, Britain and France. The situation did not seem to be bad. However, when Lynn said this, Baron Pifell was so surprised that he had been unable to speak for a long time. If there was a split, it would be completely opposite to the scene in the oil painting in front of him.

Since he had used his trump card, Lynn took advantage of the situation and chased: "This is not an alarmist statement, but the allies have made some reservations during this year's Potsdam Conference. The area occupied by the United States, Britain and France will become Western Germany in a few years, a Western-style country that adopts a democratic system; the area occupied by the Soviet Union will also become Eastern Germany in a few years, a Soviet-style country. This colleague around me is an expert in intelligence, and he has a more say in this than me!"

Alfred Scharl didn't speak, but just responded, and nodded with a serious expression when Baron Pifiel turned to look at him.

After a long time, Baron Pifiel finally highlighted several words: "This is terrible!"

Reversing the momentum, Lynn became more and more smooth: "Sometimes war is not something that someone can avoid if he takes back a decision. From a historical perspective, if Germany did not take the risk of annexing the Sudetenland region in 1938, nor would it have been possible to invade Poland in 1939, nor would it have been possible to defeat Western European countries in 1940 and attack the Soviet Union in 1941. If this continues, Baron, do you know what we will do now?"

Baron Pifiel didn't speak, but just looked at Lynn and waited for the answer.

"There is at least eighty percent possibility that we are doing what the Poles did in 1939 - resisting invasion! Or are lucky, but they are just facing the threat of invasion, or are even more unlucky, and are occupied by the entire territory as they are now." Lynn waved his arms out of thin air, not much, but it was enough to show the emotional intensity of his own expression of his views.

Baron Pifiel's face finally became as cold and dark as he saw Lynn and the others sitting in his house at first, and he murmured: "You mean... the Soviet attack?"

"If you find this statement difficult to accept, or you can understand it with forced ideological unity." Lin En added in a tone of putting in the wrong.

The baron gasped heavily, lifted his back, which had just been bent, and raised his head slightly: "What you said is just a hypothesis after all, the reality is that we have provoked a war and are now accepting the punishment of defeat."

"You have said a lot. How it was no longer important in the past. What is important is how we now reduce the harm caused to the civilians by the failure of the war. As for whether Germany will become stronger again in the future, this may be a historical law that no one can change. If we are still alive at that time, we must work hard to avoid another war!"

In this seemingly righteous sentence, Lynn once again tried to change his concepts, but Baron Pifiel's thinking had already entered the game and would not have thought of it as far-reaching as it could have been.

Baron Pifiel's silence lasted for several minutes. Lynn and Scharle each had a cup of coffee, and Little Pifiel called the servant to continue it. Until the servant left, the baron finally sat down.

"Okay, let's talk about your specific ideas."

As soon as this was said, Lynn knew there was a chance, but such cooperation could not be passed by a moment of fooling around. He said cautiously: "Now that the Eastern and Western Allies are monitoring the financial circulation throughout Europe, it is difficult for us to use a large amount of funds in this case, so we must find a suitable cover-up. Considering all factors, we want to secretly inject funds from your company, and then take advantage of the opportunity of external cooperation to occupy its equity, thereby affecting the decision of the Swiss arms company, buying ownership of the wreckage of the Tirpitz, and then making a model with the metal parts cut from the ship. The sales prospects should be very good. Next, we can legitimately operate the funds, donate profits, and return to Germany to invest. This seems to be just a slightly larger stream in terms of influence, but with more streams, it can nourish a large piece of land."

"Elicon? That military-industrial enterprise that manufactures machine guns?" the Baron said in surprise, "that it will require at least tens of millions of Swiss francs!" (The exchange rate of Swiss francs to pounds in 1945 was roughly 17.6:1)

"You don't have to worry about the funds. We can operate the procedures required for capital injection and use the clause that partners and immediate family members do not need to pay taxes to transfer funds. However, when we contact and negotiate with Erliton, you have to come forward to operate!" Lynn replied.

Baron Pifiel thought for a while and asked back, "Once the funds reach my company's name, my right to possession of them will be protected by law. Don't worry?"

Lynn smiled and looked at Xiaopifei, saying, "With your personality and character, we will certainly be at ease!"

It was thought that it hadn't been smoking for a long time, and Baron Pifiel did not carry it with him or prepare it in the living room. He said "sorry" and got up and left. He came back with a small wooden box several minutes later, and opened it directly, and divided the cigars inside for Lynn and Schar.

Cigars are good cigars, and Lynn feels interesting to Baron Pifiel's move: it seems that even the most experienced people will have times of hesitation.

After smoking a cigar, the baron stared at "The Battle of Sex", as if he could see his heroic posture when he fought bravely on the battlefield in this oil painting, and remembered the heroic spirit of fearlessness back then.

"He has quit smoking for many years!" Little Pife "betrayed" his father to Lynn.

Lynn smiled and nodded, and it could be seen that the Baron was making the most difficult choice.

After a while, Baron Pifell asked behind his back, "Two gentlemen, can I consider this matter for a few more days? I hope to discuss it with my old friends-if you don't mind!"

"Of course, I believe that your Baron's friends also have a sincere patriotism and can keep this crucial secret!" Lynn stood up with Scharl, then looked at Little Pifeel and said, "By the way, Baron, Sigfred and I are in a similar voice. He is eager to prove himself in a certain aspect, but just listening and watching will not be a big deal. We might as well give him some opportunities to exercise this time. I believe that Sigfred will become a successful entrepreneur after a little time."

Little Pifiel was overjoyed when he heard this, but the Baron said calmly and deeply: "My son has his own way of training, sir, don't worry too much."

"Okay, we will come again in three days. I hope you will give us good news at that time." Lynn bowed with gentlemanly manners, and walked out of the room with Schar.

After getting on the bus, Schar couldn't wait to ask: "Sir, the key issues you just mentioned are not in our plan. Are you planning to adjust the plan?"

Lynn smiled and shook his head: "No plan is perfect as soon as it comes out, but if you think I changed my plan to cater to this old noble officer, it would be too underestimated by my determination. No matter how we adjust, we always have only one goal."

Schar nodded as if he were aware of why Lynn chose him to travel with him today.
Chapter completed!