Battle of the Third Reich

"Are you sure you are on this street?"

Xu Jun nudged Weierle beside him with his fingers.

"According to the address, it should be here, sir."

Weiler looked at him with a piece of paper tilting his head.

"It's so lively here, sir."

Randolph whispered softly.

"There are a lot of people here. Be careful of the surroundings and don't forget your task."

Weierle put away the note and turned to stare at Randolph in a low voice.

"Understood, you can rest assured."

Randolph straightened his chest and patted his intercostals gently.

"Let's go, sir."

Weierle said in a respectful whisper, he tried to restrain the urge to stare at Randolph. The guy's present face was still not good. The confidence that he only raised up finally did not want to be just like this. Ruined.

"Okay, let's find it slowly, it's the number."

"No. 23, sir."

"This is number one, that should be in front. Keep up, Randolph, don't tease the girl, what's the use of buying flowers for you."

"Useful, can be inserted on his tombstone...if he can leave a corpse after going back..."

A depressed lieutenant general answered secretly in his stomach.

This is a crowded side street. From the buildings on both sides, there should be a period of history.

The narrow pavement is not paved with asphalt, but is made of a small piece of square granite, and there are some feet on the top, but there is another antique flavor in it.

Both sides of the street are full of large and small restaurants, and within a short distance of more than ten meters, Weierle has discovered at least four flavors of different countries and regions.

Although it was not yet lunch time, there were already pedestrians on this small street, many of them German soldiers and soldiers curiously looking around with rough travel brochures.

On the sidewalk in front of those restaurants, there are many small stalls selling tourist souvenirs and other small bits and pieces, attracting many German soldiers to stay here.

Those are cheap but interesting things, which please the ordinary soldiers who haven't seen much of the market.

"Come and see, sir, my goods here are the most complete on this street. I think you must be visiting Paris for the first time. Come and see me, you will not be disappointed, honorable Mr."

A French street vendor enthusiastically stopped Xu Jun and his party.

"Oh, sir, I think you admit the wrong person. I am an ordinary company employee. I accompanied my two friends today to take a break during lunch break, not a foreign tourist. Well, this thing looks very interesting Yes, hehe."

Xu Jun smiled and said that he picked up a shell necklace from the stall.

This Frenchman is really enthusiastic. If it weren't for the expression on Randolph's face that would dare to try it, this guy might be pulling his sleeve.

"Don't joke with me, distinguished sir, think who I am Alfonso, how can I buy or sell in this street without this kind of eyesight. Ah, your vision is really good, this is pure handmade products, this kind of The style is very rare..."

Alfonso said attentively.

"Just look at your clothes to know that you are a person with identity. I don't think there are a few company employees who can buy this kind of clothing. It still fits this way. It must be customized. Gee, it's really expensive. And this one Sir, it’s your bodyguard at first glance, please stop staring at me, I am timid. And this well-dressed gentleman, he must be your advisor. Don’t deny that since you just walked on this street Attention to you, they have betrayed you with respect and respect, my dear sir. Don't you like this? Then look at this one, it's sterling silver..."

Alfonso talked endlessly, seeing Xu Jun put down the necklace, he quickly picked up a ring.

"Well, yes, but how can you tell that I came from a field?"

"Although Sals Street is not a high-end place, but it has food that you can't even eat in those big hotels. So there are many celebrities and wealthy people who patronize here, and I know those people. Temperament people are very rare among the rich and famous, if you have been here, I will remember your face.

You know, the noble adults all fled when the Germans just crossed the Somme. Now you are here, wearing fashionable high-end clothing, with bodyguards and consultants, these are enough to prove your identity, you must be from abroad.

Don't tell me, let me guess, which country will it be? United Kingdom? This is impossible. Switzerland? You don't have that taste. Germany? That is even more impossible. If you are German, then I am Zulu from Africa. . . . "

"Oh? Why can't I be German?"

Xu Jun smiled and interrupted Alfonso.

"That's no need to say, those Germans are all cold and cold**, buying jewelry is like buying sausages, only picking big ones, there is no art taste at all, where you are so elegant and so kind..."

"Hahahaha, you really can talk, Mr. Alfonso."

Xu Jun couldn't help laughing. Even Weierle on the side couldn't help but raised his mouth, and Randolph patted Alfonso's shoulder while smiling.

"Oh, please don't say it, the Germans know that they will be very angry."

Alfonso deliberately pretended to be worried, whispering, and the result caused Xu Jun to laugh again.

"Okay, Mr. Alfonso, I'm really happy to meet you. So I tell you a secret. I came from the United States. I heard on the train that the restaurants here are very good, so we settled in the hotel directly. Arrived here. You can't disclose it to others, otherwise we will be beaten up by those restaurant owners."

Xu Jun smiled and squeezed his eyes at each other.

"Haha, believe me well, I will keep it secret for you. Uh, America, it's a very nice place. Cowboys, Indians, Empire State Building in New York, and the Chicago Gangsters are really exciting."

"Yeah, huh, okay, let's just buy these, how much is the total."

Xu Jun was fond of a glass-made crystal necklace and a silver hairpin. Little Mercedas should like these beautiful things.

Weierle chose a pear wood cigarette holder, which was very finely carved, and also carried the city emblem of Paris, which is a great tourist souvenir.

Randolph was fond of a set of beautiful Paris landscape postcards, which were very well-printed, and the paper was specially treated to exude a touch of perfume.

"Ah, a few of you are really discerning. Sure enough, they are from the United States. These are some of the best products I have here. Well, let me count... Noble gentlemen like you are willing to patronize me This small stall is my pleasure. I will give you a preferential price, a total of 120 francs. What do you think..."

"What! One hundred and twenty francs? Why don't you go robbery."

Randolph did not run the market less in recent days. He was very clear about the market in Paris. He heard the other lion's mouth open and he jumped up immediately.

"Ah! This gentleman, can't say that. God testified that my price is fair, even if I traveled all over Paris, I couldn't find such a preferential price. It still depends on the number of you. The second time I came to Paris, this gentleman was so kind, otherwise I would not be willing to sell you these good things at this price.

It is difficult to do business in Paris now. I still have a family to support. This money is nothing for you, but for me it is a few days of living expenses. "

Alfonso said bitterly.

"Okay, 120 francs. Randolph, give him the money."

Xu Jun turned his head and said to Randolph.

"but...."

"I said, give him the money."

Xu Jun looked at his men with a smile, Randolph quickly took out his wallet.

"Ah, thanks, I knew you were a generous person."

Alfonso happily took the paper money in Randolph's hands. The unpleasant expression on the latter's face did not affect him at all. The French street vendor Lisuo put the goods in a large paper bag and handed it to Randolph.

"Oh, by the way, I would like to ask you an address, is the Devlo Hotel right in front of this?"

Xu Jun asked with a smile.

"Deflo? I know all the restaurants on this street. There seems to be no one with this name."

Alfonso frowned and thought.

"No, the address they gave me was very clear. Twenty-three Sals Street, Devlo Hotel, is a Chinese restaurant."

Weierle took out the piece of paper with the address.

"Oh... you are asking about Defu Building. I thought I opened a new restaurant here. I don't know. Haha, it's Defu Building. It's not De Fu Luo. That's a very good Chinese restaurant. , The owner is very kind and the dishes are also very good. You go forward another fifty meters, next door to an Italian restaurant, the decoration of the facade is very unique and should be easy to find."

"Deflo?"

Xu Jun couldn't help but watch Weierle shake his head. Originally, he was wondering why a Chinese restaurant got such a strange name. Now it seems that there is something wrong with him.

Telford House, huh, is this hawker's Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent quite pure?

"I see, it's a **** translation problem again."

Weierle also had to smile with a wry smile and shook his head.

"However, distinguished sir, are you sure you want to eat there?"

Alfonso asked aside.

"Yes, is there any problem?"

"Well, for your generosity, I advise you to switch to a restaurant, so as not to spoil your good mood."

"Oh? Is there any problem?" Xu Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Telford House is a very good restaurant with a lot of customers and very good business. But... it's not working now, since it opened a Japanese restaurant opposite the beginning of the year, there have been drunken Japanese people going to Germany Fulou is messing up.

The Japanese drunkards are very fierce, not only destroying the hotel facilities, but sometimes even the guests who eat are also brutally beaten by them. I don't know why, it seems that Jingcai is not willing to manage their affairs. Now no one dares to go to that Chinese restaurant to eat. I think this restaurant can only stick to the end of this month at most. If the problem cannot be solved, then it is only the door. Those nasty Japanese monkeys, I haven't seen them well.

Hey, boss Zhou of Telford House is a good person. Unfortunately, I'm just a small vendor and can't help him. "

"Is everything you said true? Alfonso."

Xu Jun's face slowly sank, and the cold light familiar to Weierle flashed in the eyes of the emperor's head.

The chief of staff's cold sweat instantly penetrated the entire back. This was the situation he was most worried about when he came out. The head of the Third Reich, the most powerful ducái in Europe, was irritated. . . .