"Please go here, Count Ciano. △↗," Disenhofen guided the Italian guests to the side.

Walking in the empty corridor, Ziano couldn't help but feel uneasy. Italian leather shoes stepped on a solid hardwood floor and made a clear sound, breaking the tranquility in the corridor. Ziano's mind was confused, and only the sound of footsteps echoed in his ear.

The diplomatic envoy of the Kingdom of Italy strives to maintain his elegant manners. How to say that he is also a noble with profound heritage. Since childhood, he has received rigorous aristocratic education. The Italian nobility is best at showing the best manners at all times. With grace.

The Italian secretly cheered himself up, but he was the Earl of Cabrie Galeazzo Ziano, not a native rich man in the Milan countryside. He had participated in countless high-level foreign affairs and could be regarded as broad-minded, even Hitler He can talk and laugh in person, how could he feel nervous because of an ordinary diplomatic messenger activity. But then he found that the self-deception that had been effective in the past had no effect at this time, but now he was more and more afraid of the upcoming meeting.

Count Ciano is still very handsome today, wearing a new suit made by Naples. The gray fabric shines like a pearl, the stiff collar shirt is buckled tightly, and a black tie is tied between the collars. A sterling silver strap with a fascist style was also buckled, and the black trousers were straight, and the elegant fabric made it still straight after a long journey without any wrinkles.

The envoy carried a black leather briefcase with a pattern mark of the Italian national emblem on it, which contained the letter of his mission, a letter written by Mussolini to the current German dictator.

That's what made Ciano fear. He didn't know what was written in the letter, but he could guess that it was definitely not something that would make the Germans happy. This is not a joke. Ziano knows the consequences of angering the Germans better than anyone else. Italy simply cannot afford any kind of revenge from Germanic barbarians.

Moreover, the Germans have a brilliant record, and the arrogance of the world is like nothing. After thinking for a long time, it seems that they will only use one method, that is, directly roll your sleeves to bring you alive.

Now the only thing Ziano can count on is the new German head of state, with a super long reaction arc and endurance that is different from ordinary people, and can ignore the kind of cynicism that his father-in-law is most used to. However, judging from the past style of the German apostle in the German population, what the man seemed to lack most was to show the most basic manners to those who angered him.

Ziano had many close and close friends in the German Nazi Party, many of which suddenly disappeared. There was no sign of the incident and no clues afterwards. As if this person had never existed in the world, it is clear that certain forces have dealt with most of the victims' presence.

Every time I think of Ziano, I feel shudder. This new head looks completely different from Hitler’s style, but the means is the same vicious and meticulous. He always maintains the apostle-like holiness and success in the eyes of the German people. Covered the bottom of the **** boot.

Ziano is worried about Italy’s current situation. He has advised Mussolini countless times, hoping that he can maintain the reason and sobriety that a national leader should have, but the reality has repeatedly disappointed him, the new era Caesar will only indulge in the once glorious dreams of the Roman Empire.

Disenhofen took Ziano to the end of the corridor. There was an oak gate decorated with cornflower patterns. In front of the door stood a soldier of the guard flag team, wearing a black uniform of a straight salute, with a silver thread decoration on the right chest, a black m35 helmet on his head, and a 98k rifle in hand. Stand on legs.

Weierle was standing at the door and waiting, seeing the arrival of Disenhofen, quickly greeted him.

"The head of state is waiting for you, Mr. Ziano." Weirler nodded solemnly to Ziano, and a soldier of the Guardian flag turned to open the door.

Xu Jun did not choose to meet the special envoy in his living room, but chose the hotel's meeting room. He decided to make the meeting as formal as possible. The Italians will not be allowed to find the slightest gap afterwards.

The organization capabilities of the Nazi National Labor Organization are undisputed, and they are also at the forefront of the times in terms of decoration taste. This conference room was originally faced with Nazi high-level services and pursued a high-end atmosphere in the overall design. And everywhere reflects the luxury and elegance of a Bavarian style.

This room is set at one end of the building, and tall glass windows are installed on all three sides. Although the time is nearing the evening, the orange-yellow summer day still reflects the snow-white window sill. The four walls of the room were covered with granite veneers, as if entering a European castle.

The natural marble that has been simply processed still maintains the shape when it was mined from the quarry, and is carefully stacked into a fireplace according to the shape and size. It adds a rough and savage atmosphere to the room, just like the appearance of the Germanic people in people's minds.

The ground is covered with a thick wool rug. From the pattern, it should be from Ottoman or more distant Tehran. The tedious texture on it can't help but be reminiscent of the mystery of oriental aliens.

A thick long table was placed in the middle of the meeting room, without any carving on it, only a layer of tree lacquer was painted on the surface. The texture of the wood below can be clearly seen through the amber lacquer surface, and the materials of the desktop are spliced. It's seamless, and the polished light can be appreciated.

Xu Jun stood by this huge wooden table, wearing his gorgeous marshal dress, slightly supporting the table with one hand, and the other with his back behind his back, looking seriously at the Italian envoy who entered the door.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Weiller and Disenhofen raised their arms loudly, and Himmler, who stood by the window, and his adjutant quickly echoed.

Ziano had been thinking about how to greet the German dictator before he didn't make a choice until he entered the door.

This was the first time he saw the apostle of God. Although he saw some photos and video materials, he thought he was psychologically prepared, but he really saw himself and felt the indescribable gas emitted from the other party. The scene, handsome appearance, noble and dignified manners, Ziano found that his previous preparations were far from enough. This apostle was more perfect than he had imagined, especially the clear eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate his soul.

"Dear Honorable Head of State, I am very happy to see you." Ciano reminded himself that he was still on a mission, and he slightly bowed down to salute Xu Jun.

"Me and I are very happy to see you, Count Ziano." Xu Jun stood still, but nodded slightly to express his respects.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say goodbye to you last time, because there have indeed been unexpected events in China. I am very honored to finally be able to meet the great new German leader." Seeing the posture of Xu Jun, Ziano thought After a bit of cold, the German must have noticed something, and his father-in-law might be ashamed this time.

After all, he was a rookie in the diplomatic world, and Chiano took the initiative to reach out to Xu Jun. At this time, he could only show his best, at least before he took out the **** letter, he could maintain the surface harmony.

"At that time I was also in charge of the battle on the front line, and I was very sorry not to be able to meet the Prime Minister afterwards. Please sit down, Count Ziano." Xu Jun's mouth curled slightly, giving the other party a slightly stiff smile, Zia Only a stone in Nuo's heart fell to the ground. At present, it seems that this person should be as soft and hard as Hitler.

"Thank you very much, Honorable Head of State." Ziano is determined to carry the tout to the end. He respectfully bowed to Xu Jun and then sat down at the conference table under Xu Jun's gesture.

"I don't know what kind of problems there are between our two countries. You need to cross the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to contact me directly. You should know, Mr. Earl, this is not in line with diplomatic etiquette." Xu Jun slowly walked to the conference table. On one side, he sat down facing Ziano.

Himmler and Weiller were sitting on Xu Jun's side, and the adjutants of Disenhofen and Himmler stood behind Xu Jun with their chests standing side by side. Looking back at Ziano, only the poor foreign minister is alone. This made the scene at that time not look like a diplomatic conference, but more like a military court conducting an investigation and trial.

"I thought we could meet in a more private environment, Your Excellency the Head of State. I brought a private letter from the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy to you." Ziano shrugged awkwardly and then picked up the document and put it At the table, he took out a fine silver chain from his pocket. A chain of keys was attached to the other end of the chain. Ziano picked out one from the chain and inserted it into the lock of the briefcase. Keyhole.

"The Prime Minister requested that this letter be given to you before sunset today. Fortunately, I finally completed the mission within the deadline." Ziano pulled a snowy envelope from his briefcase and handed it in both hands Xu Jun.

Xu Jun extended his hands and took the envelope. He first checked the appearance carefully, and there seemed to be no signs of being opened. The front of the envelope was blank with no words written on it, and the seal on the back was hot with Mussolini's personal lacquer seal. Xu Jun took the letter opener from Disenhofen and opened the envelope, and pulled out a densely written letter paper from the inside.

"Italian?" Xu Jun felt Mussolini became more childish, even thinking that setting a language barrier was a victory. Dozens of commonly used languages ​​are stored in Jack's brain, and Xu Jun believes that his Italian is more fluent than Mussolini.

The problem is that the calligraphy of that big chin seems to be a bit underheated. It is obvious that the writer was in an abnormal state when writing this letter. The handwriting on this letter is a bit illegible.

Monthly tickets, collections, recommended tickets, except for the reminder I want, thank you for supporting this book, I will continue to work hard. (To be continued.)