The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Berlin station.

Cheng Tianfang, Wang Zhengting and others came to see them off. In addition to Zhou Hexuan and his party, there were also several men in Chinese tunic suits who returned home.

All of those guys had a gangster spirit about them, and the leader was a bit ugly, but he didn't look like a good person anyway.

Zhou Hexuan shook hands with those who saw him off one by one and asked quietly: "Brother Cheng, who are those people from?"

"I'm from the Blue Clothes Club and came to Germany to study." Cheng Tianfang explained.

Zhou Hexuan smiled, did not continue to inquire, but cupped his fists and said: "Brother Cheng, Brother Wang, see you in the Olympics!"

"Brother Zhou, have a nice journey!" Cheng Tianfang and Wang Zhengting wished in unison.

While the three of them were talking, the members of the Blue Clothes Club were also whispering:

"If you hadn't been to Germany, you wouldn't know how powerful the SS is."

"That is, if you want to arrest whomever you want, no matter how famous you are, you will be arrested. Unlike us, any rebellious gangster who has some reputation can only assassinate him, which is not prestigious at all."

"That's why the Generalissimo sent us here to study. We should learn from the Nazis."

"Captain, the man named Zhou seems to be on our way. Would you like to go over and get acquainted?"

"Hey, you know me! He's an international scholar and looks down on rough guys like us. If he bumps into my hands one day, I'll beat him to pieces with a single shot."

"The captain is right. These intellectuals are useless. We need our help at critical times."

"..."

When the Blue Shirt Club was first established, it could still be enterprising and passionate about serving the country, but now it has completely turned into a tool of dictatorship.

The first-generation leader Tengjie did not last long before he was snatched away from his leadership and seized power. From then on, the Blue Clothes Club quickly deteriorated. The second-generation leader He Zhonghan only maintained his arrogance for nine months before he was kicked down again because the Blue Clothes Society had become dominated by Hunan people, and Chiang Kai-shek was extremely dissatisfied with this.

The ugly man in the station at this moment is none other than Kang Ze, the third generation leader of the Blue Shirt Club, the captain of the "Special Forces" at this time, and the future founder of the "Three Youth League". His current status in the Republic of China is equivalent to the leader of the Nazi "SS", and he has made great contributions to Chiang Kai-shek's "bandit suppression".

Not to mention Zhou Hexuan, even Dai Li was not taken seriously by Kang Ze.

Kang Ze believed that he was the commander of the Chairman's Royal Forest Army and the Emperor's personal guard, far more powerful and domineering than Dai Li, the leader of the Imperial Guard.

Before the train arrived at the station, a group of SS troops arrived first, led by Martin Bormann, Hitler's personal secretary - now only a personal secretary, not yet promoted to chief secretary.

What Kang Ze did in China was a bit similar to the Nazi SS. This time they were sent to Germany to study, and they have been dealing with the SS.

"The SS is here, shouldn't they be sending us off?"

"should be."

"Hey, the guy who got out of the car seems to be someone close to Hitler."

"That was Hitler's personal secretary, and he used to be Hess's chief of staff."

"Who is Hess?"

"Nazi Deputy Führer."

"Brother Li is still very good. He is different when he drinks foreign ink. He can recognize the leaders of Germany clearly."

"Brother Li, tell me quickly, is this personal secretary great?"

"If this person were placed in China, he used to be equivalent to Wang Zhaoming's deputy, but now he is equivalent to the secretary of the chairman's chamber."

"That's awesome!"

"Our captain is still so awesome that even Hitler's secretary came to see him off in person."

"Captain is really awesome."

"..."

Listening to the discussion among his men, Kang Ze felt quite proud, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face. But his smile quickly froze. When he was about to step forward to shake hands, Hitler's secretary came directly to Zhou Hexuan.

"Hi, Hitler!" Martin Bormann first gave a Nazi salute.

This slogan was not only shouted when meeting Hitler. When Hitler's prestige reached its peak, the entire Germany would use it for daily communication.

For example, someone goes to the store to buy something, and when they meet, they say: "Hi, Hitler! I'm buying a pair of pants."

The boss must reply: "Hey, Hitler! What size do you wear?"

Of course Zhou Hexuan couldn't reply to the Nazi salute, he just smiled and said: "Hello, what can I do?"

Martin Bowman took out a box and presented it with both hands: "Mr. Zhou, this is a gift from the head of state to you."

"Convey my gratitude to His Excellency the Prime Minister for me." Zhou Hexuan said.

Martin Bowman said respectfully: "I will."

Zhou Hexuan casually opened the box and found a Ruger P08 pistol lying on the blue velvet. The handle of the gun is made of the finest walnut wood. This is not the point. The point is that the image of a three-eyed clan is embedded in gold wire. The ruby ​​on the chest of the statue has an obvious "swastika" symbol.

Martin Bowman explained: "Mr. Zhou, the gun handle pattern was drawn by the head of state himself."

"The artistic level of the head of state is very high, I admire him." Zhou Hexuan admired sincerely.

To be honest, compared to artistic creation and appreciation ability, Hitler did surpass Emperor Qianlong by several galaxies.

Kang Ze listened a little confused and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Li, what are they talking about?"

Xiao Li was the only translator on this trip. He was quite surprised and said: "Hitler sent his secretary to give Zhou Hexuan a pistol. The handle of the gun was designed by Hitler himself. Wait... The secretary said that Hitler once again asked Zhou Hexuan Zhou Hexuan issued an invitation to retain Zhou Hexuan as the personal advisor to the head of state."

"Personal advisor to the head of state?" Kang Ze was shocked. This is the rhythm of becoming a national advisor.

Kang Ze looks rough and savage, but he is definitely not a fool, and he is also a smart and educated man. The two names before and after Lanyi Club - "Fuxing Club" and "Three Youth League" - were both given by Kang Ze, who was a top student in the third phase of Huangpu.

“Dirty~~~~~”

The train pulls into the station.

Kang Ze immediately gave his men a slap in the face and ordered: "Hurry up and help Mr. Zhou carry your luggage!"

"Ah? Yes!"

Several of his men were stunned and rushed towards Zhou Hexuan in a swarm.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Sun Yongzhen took out his gun and stood in front of Zhou Hexuan, shouting angrily: "What are you doing? Stand back!"

Kangze walked over, laughing, and said in a strong Sichuan accent: "Oh, hello, Mr. Zhou, nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I am Kangze, captain of the Rangers of Lixingshe (Blue Clothes Club)."

"Kangze!"

Upon hearing this name, Cheng Tianfang and Wang Zhengting's expressions changed dramatically. It was obvious that Kang Ze's name was more intimidating than Dai Li's.

Cheng Tianfang rushed over to shake hands: "Captain Kang, it's so hard for you to hide this from me. You have to leave before you reveal your real name."

"Low-key, low-key, hehe. As a spy, I'm used to using pseudonyms." Kang Ze said with a smile, a hint of simplicity on his fierce face.

Today's Blue Clothes Society is divided into three forces. He Zhonghan's Hunan faction is in charge of political ideology, Kang Ze's Southwest faction is in charge of the armed forces, and Dai Li's Zhejiang faction is in charge of spy intelligence. The three factions check and balance each other, and no one wants to be the dominant one. This is a balancing method deliberately created by Chiang Kai-shek.

Of course Zhou Hexuan didn't want to offend the spy chief who could challenge Dai Li, so he shook hands with a smile and said, "Hello, Captain Kang."

"Hey, Mr. Zhou, you are too polite," Kang Ze held Zhou Hexuan in his hands and said enthusiastically, "I have admired Mr. Zhou for a long time. If I don't read Mr. Zhou's book for a day, I can't sleep."

Zhou Hexuan joked in Sichuan dialect: "Then you are using my book as a pillow."

"Hahahahaha! Humor, Mr. Zhou is so humorous!" Kang Ze laughed loudly, but he was thinking about how to go back and report to Lao Jiang.

Hitler invited Zhou Hexuan to serve as a personal consultant. This news was not simple, at least Kang Ze thought it was very important.