章節 40: Propaganda department
"He really said that?" Fanny lowered the documents she was holding and looked up at Krupp, who stood before her desk alongside her boss, Matt Hoff.
"Yes, Miss Fanny, we intend to appoint you as the Deputy Minister of the Propaganda Department of the Grand German Party. You will be responsible for the overall propaganda efforts in the Bavarian and Ruhr Industrial Zones, which are the most active areas for the Grand German Party," Hoff explained.
"Mr. Krupp," Fanny said, her delicate face breaking into a smile. She habitually twirled the pen in her hand. After calling Krupp's name, she paused, then continued, "The propaganda work requires substantial support and funding. Can I count on receiving these resources from you?"
Krupp nodded affirmatively. "Of course, as long as it's used for the propaganda of the German Party, there will be no problems."
"No, Mr. Krupp," Fanny interjected, shaking her head slightly. "I'm solely focused on promoting President Akado. I want him to become the national idol of Germany and the singular leader in the hearts of all German people!"
Krupp paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, Miss Fanny, I believe Chairman Akado has found us a very interesting Deputy Minister of Propaganda! I agree to fund all your activities to promote Akado. I am eager to see what you can accomplish!"
Fanny raised her head confidently. "I want to create a god," she declared.
After Krupp and Hoff left, Fanny leaned back comfortably in her chair and stretched. The bearded photographer approached her. "It seems he likes you too, so you got the promotion, right?"
"No, he doesn't just like me; he appreciates anyone who is capable," Fanny replied, stretching lazily, a look of satisfaction on her face. "What he values is wisdom, ability, and lastly, beauty."
"You seem to know him well," the bearded photographer remarked, shrugging and sighing.
"Jeg! It's not that I know him; it's that I admire him!" Fanny said with a smile, her thoughts drifting. "I want to make him a household name in Germany. A god to be prayed to after dinner."
Jaeger sighed and said helplessly, "Ah... a woman in love is terrifying. Congratulations, anyway, on becoming the deputy minister of the Propaganda Department of the Grand German Party."
"Thank you! And you've been promoted too, Hugo? Mr. Jaeger! You will be his dedicated photographer!" Fanny exclaimed excitedly. "You will help me capture every moving moment of his!"
"Even our editor-in-chief, beautiful Miss Fanny, has said so. Of course, I can only agree," Jaeger responded with a nod.
"I joined the Grand German Party a few days ago," Fanny mentioned with a tone of satisfaction. "So, I don't want my dedicated photographer to be anyone else."
"What do you mean?" Jaeger asked, slightly taken aback.
Fanny set down her pen and looked at Jaeger, her words deliberate. "You have no choice. You can only serve my god as your god, since I am your boss. So, you must join the Great German Party."
"I have no faith. But since you find it so amusing, I don't mind accompanying you," Jaeger sighed.
"Is this a confession?" Fanny smiled.
Jaeger nodded. "Well, yes, Miss Fanny."
"It's terrible. I already have someone I like," Fanny giggled. She knew Jaeger had a girlfriend; the man just liked to talk.
Jaeger said with mock ferocity, "Are you afraid that I would make him look ugly?"
"Hahahaha. You wouldn't. After all, you rely on photography for your livelihood. No one would sabotage their own rice bowl, especially not for dinner," Fanny laughed.
"Has anyone told you that smart women generally do not fare well?" Jaeger thought sourly.
"Yes! But I personally think that it's because those women who think they are smart are not as smart as I am," Fanny pointed to her head and declared.
...
The parade crowds soon dissipated like rivers, and the streets and alleys of Berlin returned to calm. Other than the pictures of Akado posted on the walls and the slogans of the German Party, everything seemed to revert to how it was a few days before. The farce that had stirred up in advance of the parliamentary elections ended quietly, and in the end, the National Defense Force was dispatched to capture the 40 scattered troublemakers gathered in front of the presidential palace.
In a dimly lit basement, a thin, middle-aged man appeared anxious and agitated. He slammed his hand on the table in front of his guests and yelled, "He reacted so quickly and took action! That old guy Den Burg has such a significant influence! Asshole!"
"Mr. Goebbels, isn't that the reason why we have to deal with him? If he weren't so powerful, why would we need to work so hard to defeat him?" His guest responded, his demeanor calmer than Goebbels', his tone even.
This skinny man was the head of the Nazi party in Berlin and the leader of the Nazi party propaganda. Goebbels listened to his guest's persuasion, sat back down in his chair, and sighed, "No matter what we do, he is getting stronger and stronger. We know he is expanding the National Defense Forces. We know he is secretly manufacturing weapons and engaging in smuggling and trafficking. We even know that he is actually an important leader of the National Defense Forces. But we just don't have any evidence."
"Don't worry. Any sneaky little movements will leave a shadow. As long as we keep our focus on this Akado, we will eventually find the Defense Army's slip-ups. Then we can strike at the root," the guest said with a laugh.
"I'm just sorry! We missed the opportunity to get rid of him again! And this time our Nazi Party might be exposed! His troops captured 40 of our stormtroopers! They weren't tough guys; it took less than 2 minutes in the interrogation room to spill everything," Goebbels said, his anger flaring up again. "How do I explain this to the party organization? Bastard!"
"How about 400,000 francs for this account?" The man pressed a check on the table and said with a smile, "Since it's a cooperation between our two parties, we naturally must provide the most reliable support for our allies."
Goebbels raised his eyebrows, picked up the check and pocketed it, then nodded, "Colonel Grudo, thank you for the support from Belgium and France."
The guest, now revealed to be Belgian Colonel Grudo of the Allied Arms Control Commission, stood up and said, "You better keep an eye on it. You have the leader Adolf Hitler's enmity. I have four French colleagues' old scores to settle with him. Now that we have collaborated, it is necessary to work together."
Goebbels nodded, "At least for now, we are allies dealing with that Akado asshole!"
After resolving the political issue and securing a large sum of money, what Akado needed to do now was to use every minute and every franc to strengthen his own position.
"In the afternoon, we will go to the Turkish restaurant on Bismarck Street to meet an important guest," Akado instructed his personal secretary, Anna. "Let Depp get the car ready! You come with me. Bring the pistol, be careful and live long."
So, after lunch, the two of them got into the car that Depp had started and drove out of the headquarters of the National Defense Forces. The car sped along the wide avenue, and soon they arrived at the small Turkish restaurant Akado had mentioned.
"Mr. Enk! Nice to meet you in Berlin," Akado greeted warmly as he quickly found his guest in the sparsely populated restaurant. "It's been a long journey. Was it smooth?"
The middle-aged man named Enke nodded, removed his leather gloves, and shook hands with Akado before replying, "Mr. Clark sent me here to discuss the cooperative project codenamed 'U' with you."
He then opened his carrying case, spread the documents on the table, and pointed to the text, saying, "As a first step in our cooperation plan, you provided us with 20 ships codenamed 'U's secret weapons. We will also keep 5 for you secretly and provide training for these secret weapons free of charge. This plan is now close to completion, and then we will launch additional plans later."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to another document. "Mr. Clark is very satisfied with your improved shipbuilding program, and he is also very interested in the shipbuilding technology you proposed. Here is his signature on the party membership certificate and his personal reward for you," he said, pointing to the $500,000 check nestled in the document.
"Thank you for Mr. Clark's generosity," Akado smiled and accepted the check, then got up, shook hands with Enke, and exited the tavern.
Soon after, Enke also carried his suitcase out of the tavern and got into another car parked in front of the establishment. When the car was far away, just across the street from the Turkish restaurant, a young man put down the camera in his hand and turned back into the car. Then the car started and drove in the opposite direction.
The next day, a picture of Enke and his personal profile information were investigated and placed on Colonel Grudo's desk. "This is a Dutch businessman who is engaged in the shipbuilding industry and is in charge of the dock owned by Sir Clark, a large Dutch merchant," a French official frowned at the information and said. "With the information we have, we can fully confirm that the Germans have a large secret shipbuilding base in the Netherlands."
"Notify our respective governments that it is time to remind the Germans! They have been developing such an endless expansion of the National Defense Forces, and it has not gone unnoticed by the coalition arms control committee," Colonel Grudo snorted. "General Akado! It's time for you to hand over power!"
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