"I don't want any power." Zhang Yong replied.

Head of state? I'm sorry. The head of state doesn't give you face either.

Unless you give money.

Klinsmann was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and asked in shock: "Then what do you want?"

Zhang Yong showed a harmless smile and said, "Money."

"Money?" Klinsmann was in disbelief. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yong.

He wondered if he had heard wrongly.

However, it turns out that he heard it right. The other party was talking about money.

What an unreasonable guy.

Don't actually want power.

That's the power from the Führer!

That is the authority of the head of state! The supreme authority!

You don't want it?

"Yes, money. Specifically, marks, dollars, pounds, and francs are all fine."

Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

He knew he was here to be a clown today.

Negotiations between Vice Minister Min and others and Klinsmann most likely reached a deadlock.

At this time, you need to take a different approach.

Submit the transaction directly.

I want money.

If Germany wants information, buy it with money.

If you are unwilling to pay money, or do not have cash, you can sell arms.

It's okay to sell light weapons. It's okay to sell howitzers. It's best to sell airplanes. Tanks can also be considered.

Anyway, as long as you Germans are willing to sell it, we are willing to take it.

The premise is actual delivery.

"I'm talking about power from the Supreme Helping Hand."

"I know. But I want money."

"The power of the Führer!"

"I want money."

Zhang Yong reiterated the emphasis unmistakably.

The power of the head of state sounds very tempting, but it is useless in the East.

Who cares about him?

What's more, he can only last until 45 years.

He was too crazy and didn't know how to play it safe. He wanted to win it all, but he ended up on the street.

A madman rises quickly and falls quickly.

Only money is eternal. Especially for a little guy like Zhang Yong.

Power will disappear. But money will not.

Because he has a gun.

"How much do you want?" Klinsmann's face darkened.

He hated the mention of money.

He is addicted to power.

He was power-mad. All the Gestapo were like that.

The authority of the head of state cannot be blasphemed, because the power of the Gestapo comes from the supreme head of state.

Hindenburg, who was blocking the way, is dead. Now, the Führer's authority is unquestionable.

He, the Gestapo, wanted to spread the authority of the Führer to the far East.

"The market price is at least one hundred thousand dollars. If someone competes for it, it may cost half a million dollars, or even one million dollars."

"You are simply crazy."

"It doesn't matter if I'm crazy. I'm talking about market prices."

"It's absolutely impossible for me to agree."

"Then your information will most likely be sold to the British and the French by Safiya. They will know your arms plan very well..."

"Shut up!"

Klinsmann is furious again.

Zhang Yong then shut up.

He likes guys like Klinsmann who have strong limbs and simple minds.

There is no need for everyone to use their brains or fight their wits. It saves worry and effort. If it were another old Yin, Zhang Yong would be much more difficult to deal with.

"How much do you really know?"

"I said it. I also learned about it accidentally. Including the Thunderstorm Plan and so on. Since I don't have money, I naturally don't have enough ability to obtain more information. Most of the high-value information requires money to buy.

of……"

"What if there is no money?"

"Exchanges of equal value are also possible. It can also be settled in the form of trade."

"trading?"

"For example, you export a batch of arms and ask for 5 million new marks. But you give a small discount, only 4.5 million marks. The 500,000 marks can be regarded as the reward for obtaining intelligence."

"Good advice. I accept it."

Klinsmann rolled his eyes and thought it was okay. He agreed on the spot.

If he were asked to take out marks, dollars, pounds, francs, etc., he would definitely not have any.

The finances of the Germans are actually very tight now. A large amount of money has been invested in armament plans. There is no cash at all.

Not only did he have no cash, he also owed a lot of money to foreigners. The interest rates were very scary.

If these loans were to be repaid in full, the Germans would definitely go bankrupt. However, the Gestapo knew that the Führer was not prepared to repay the money.

They don't know exactly what they will do in the future. However, it is absolutely impossible to pay back the money because they simply cannot afford it and they have to continue borrowing.

Selling arms is also a way to make money.

Therefore, the Germans are also actively expanding the arms market.

China, this big country in the East, is a good buyer for the Germans.

If you give me a discount, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Well, you can discuss it carefully with our Minister Min." Zhang Yong left immediately.

He is the one who does the part-time work.

Making decisions is the leader's responsibility. It has nothing to do with him.

The clown's mission is completed, he will give it up as soon as he can and get out of here. It is more practical to go and make money.

By the way, the ocean in that cellar should have been counted, right?

So I said goodbye to Minister Min.

Minister Min nodded and sent him out personally.

Yes, this kid is on the right path. He fully understands the meaning of his superiors!

Originally, inviting Zhang Yong here was just to break the window paper.

Because of the hierarchical relationship between the two parties, they couldn't say it directly. After going around for a long time, the Germans didn't understand.

It's fine now. Everyone understands what the other party wants. The subsequent negotiations will be much easier.

We in China need arms from you Germans. But you Germans have to give discounts and ensure that the arms are sent to China.

Otherwise, you won't get the information.

Farewell.

Prepare to run away.

I saw Yang Lichu still at the door.

parking.

"How fast?"

"I'm here to be a clown. Of course I can't stay too long."

"What are you busy with now?"

"A little bit of help..."
To be continued...