The banquet at the Prime Minister's Office last night was held until 10 o'clock in the evening, because most of the participants were energetic military academy graduates, the head of state was extremely approachable, and the atmosphere in the second half of the banquet became very jubilant. Xu Jun made an exception and drank a lot of strong wine during the meal. As a result, when the head of state got up the next day, he felt a headache.

The tantrum of the Empire rolled around on the bed with a quilt. After a quarter of an hour, he finally agreed to get out of bed and change his clothes. The exchange was that Dieshenhofen promised to get him a cup of hot milk immediately, and double portions of honey were added to it.

After repeated instructions from the adjutant of life, the head of state took off his white silk pajamas embroidered with the imperial eagle emblem and abbreviation of his name on his chest, and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

This pajama was a gift given to him by the girls in the Secretariat of the Head of State. Because it was a customized high-end product, it was worth 760 German marks. Because it was a gift to the head of state, the store even specially discounted it.

This was almost two weeks' salary for the female secretary, which was a considerable amount at the time, but the girls didn't care at all, who said that the head of the empire was so charming.

Xu Jun was very happy when he received this gift. He also prepared a return gift for the girls, each of which was a customized sapphire brooch.

After taking a hot shower, Xu Jun felt much more refreshed, and his head was still a little hangover-like. When he hummed a little song and returned to the bedroom, he found that Dieshenhofen had been waiting with milk for a long time.

"What interesting news was there this morning." Xu Jun held his back and drank milk.

"Nothing special, my head of state, if something interesting, a group of drunken men rushed out of the Imperial Prime Minister's House and sang a military song for half a night in front of Brandenburg's gate." Diesenhofen took out a brand new marshal's uniform from the closet and carefully spread it on Xu Jun's bed.

"Okay, Eric, I know I drank a little too much yesterday, and I will definitely not next time." Xu Jun put the empty milk cup on the coffee table and begged for mercy from his close adjutant with a shame.

"I don't mean to blame you at all, my head." Dieshenhofen put the shiny horse boots beside the bed.

"That's right, that's good, ah hahaha." The head of empire stroked his wet hair and pretended to be stupid.

"I changed into a new uniform today, what's the one yesterday?" Xu Jun quickly changed the subject when he found that the adjutant ignored him.

"Oil stains and wine stains cannot be left overnight and must be cleaned as soon as possible."

"Ahhahahahahahahahaha, that's it." The head of the Third Reich entered the pretending stupid mode again.

Because I was already late to get up, of course the morning fortune that day was also ruined. After wearing and tidying up with the help of the adjutant, the head of state went downstairs and headed straight to his office.

"Terr your breakfast to the office, remember to add a fried egg and call General Weirle to see me. The briefing was held in the office. Is Ribbin Trov coming?" After entering the Empire Gallery, the head of state immediately entered the working state. He walked quickly on the marble floor and loudly ordered his personal adjutant beside him.

"Here has arrived, waiting in the lounge, my head of state."

"Where is Himmler?"

"I'll go and ask."

"I inform Borman and Goebbels that I will hold a press conference at 3 pm."

"As for orders, my head."

"Is Daogen or Randolph on duty this morning?"

"It's Colonel Daogen, my head of state."

"Prepare the convoy, I will go to the commander on time at 11 o'clock."

"I have already notified it, my head of state."

"Very good, Eric, go and do your business." Xu Jun stopped in front of the tall door of the Prime Minister's office. Two guards from the guard flag team raised their rifles and saluted them, then stepped forward and opened the heavy door for their heads of state.

"Hi! Reinhart!" Diesenhofen raised his right arm behind Xu Jun to pay tribute. After the head of state walked into the office, the two guards quickly closed the door.

"Hi, Reinhart!" Two female secretaries stood at the map table and raised their arms to salute Xu Jun.

"Hey, forget it." Xu Jun raised his arms and flipped his wrists, and walked towards his desk.

Generally, the head of the empire would work in the Prime Minister's Office for half a day, then run to the commander's office for a few hours, and then go to a few government departments for a walk, and it was almost dinner time.

"This is the official documents you need to process today, these are the letters you received." The secretary moved a large stack of documents to his desk, and then added a neatly packed mail.

"Thank you, Miss Warkline, and you, Miss Hutson." Xu Jun took a document and took out a pen from the pen box.

"This is a labor census report submitted by the leaders of East Hanover. We have checked the data and logged into the report." Anne Warkline stood at her desk and reported gently.

"Yes" Xu Jun looked through the file and then drew an exclusive sticker on the blank space of the file.

“Archive.”

"Yes, my head of state." The female secretary put the documents on the table together and placed them on the document cart beside her.

"My Head, your breakfast." Dieshenhofen opened the side door of the office and then pushed a dining cart in.

"Nuremberg sausages and fried eggs, and vegetable salad." Dieshenhofen placed breakfast in front of Xu Jun.

"What else is needed? My Head of State."

"Okay, thank you, Eric."

"In addition, General Weirle is waiting for your summons at the rest place." The adjutant reported.

"Please come in, and call Ribbin Trov to come too." Xu Jun stuffed the napkin into the collar.

"As for your order, my head." Dieshenhoven replied withdrew.

"Miss Warkline, put the documents here first, and I will summon you when I need them." The head of state picked up the knife and fork and smiled at the secretary.

"As for orders, my head of state." The female secretary raised her chest and raised her hand, then followed Dieshenhofen and left the office.

Just as the head of state began to cut the second sausage, Weirle and Ribbintrov walked into the Prime Minister's office.

"Hi! Reinhart!" The two raised their hands to greet the head of state.

"Come here quickly, Weirle, good morning, Ribbintrov." Xu Jun put down his knife and waved to his two subordinates.

"My Head." Weirle walked to his desk and nodded again.

"Please sit down." Xu Jun waved the fork with sausage in it and signaled the two of them to sit down.

"What's new news?" the head of the empire cut the fried sausage.

"Things went smoothly, not beyond our expectations." Weirle replied respectfully.

"Where is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" The head of empire raised his face and looked at the deputy minister of foreign affairs.

"The Siam government through the British Foreign Ministry requested us to mediate." Ribbintrov's voice was a little excited.

"Are the Siamese ready to pay the price?" Xu Jun stirred the cream salad with a fork.

"They are willing to apologize to the Empire for the mistakes they made in the last war and are willing to compensate the losses caused to German enterprises and expatriates that year." Ribbintrov replied.

What they are discussing is the past that happened twenty-three years ago. When World War I broke out, King Rama VI of Siam had studied military affairs in Britain and his attitude turned to Britain in all respects. So despite the opposition of the older generation of royal families, he brazenly declared war on the allies.

Prince Zach Lapon, who had studied in Britain with the king, was the most determined supporter of the matter. He personally led the Siamese police to arrest all merchants and expatriates from Germany and Austria-Hungarian Empire, threw them into prison, confiscated all their businesses and property, and ordered the Siamese Navy to seize all German and Austria-Austrian merchant ships that were taken refuge in the Siamese harbor at that time, and incorporated them into the merchant fleet of the Siamese royal family.

Because many of the previous generation of Siam royal members studied in Germany, Siam and Germany had established a friendship for twenty years. Germany had a lot of investment in Siam, and even many traders with China set their headquarters in Bangkok. When the war broke out, Siam became a safe haven for German expatriates in Southeast Asia. Countless German merchants and family members in Asia at that time ran from the British, French and Japanese controlled areas to Siam to take refuge. Who would have thought that the Siam royal family would suddenly turn against each other. For the Germans in Asia at that time, this was a complete disaster.

After the war, because Siam was a victorious country and Britain and France supported it, all actions were justified in the name of war. The Weimar government in Germany could only pretend to be deaf and dumb with its head covered. More than twenty years have passed and it seems to have been forgotten by people. The Siams did not expect that the Germans had always remembered these things and wanted to settle the accounts with them.

In fact, after Germany won the European victory, Siam felt that the situation was not good. Just by viewing the changes in Indochina, they felt nervous. If it weren't for Germany's acquiescence behind them, how could France have allowed such a powerful armed force to Asia?

That fleet alone was enough to scare the Siamese officials out of their way, not to mention the entire ship of elite French soldiers, and they were all fully armed.

"You can talk to them slowly, so don't mention the matter of holding those responsible at that time." Xu Jun shook his knife.

"Yes, my head of state." The Foreign Minister nodded and said yes.

"Where has Rama VII been now?" Xu Jun looked at Weirle.

"I have arrived in Paris, and Betton has arranged him in a villa outside the country, with heavy troops guarding him." Weirle opened his briefcase, took out a document and placed it on his desk.

"This was just delivered to me in the morning." Lieutenant General of the Army opened the folder, took out one of the photos and pushed it in front of Xu Jun.

"Well, is Rama VIII still in Switzerland?"

"Although my head, our people were arranged around us, the Swiss side provided comprehensive help," replied Weiller.

"Well, let the child stay in Switzerland, as for him," Xu Jun pushed to Weille with a dining knife, and then asked: "Does he still have any ideas about the throne?"

"Yes, but it can be seen that he is still a little worried. This Majesty has obviously been frightened by his prime minister." Weirle replied with a smile.

"It is a good thing to have ambition, Weirle, especially those who have no talent." The head of state picked out the fried egg and sprinkled some sea salt on it.

"Yes, my head." Weirle nodded in agreement.

"Now I'm waiting for news from French Indochina." Xu Jun broke a piece of bread and dipped it in the yolk of the fried egg.

"My head of state and the Japanese ambassador requested to meet with me in the afternoon, which may be to talk about the issue of the French-Siam War. What attitude should we show?" Ribbintrov asked respectfully.

"The Third Reich expressed serious concern about the conflict that occurred in South Asia. We will urge the French government to remain as restrained as possible. Germany has sent an investigation team composed of professionals to investigate the conflict areas.

At the same time, Germany expressed regret for the air battle in French Indochina airspace, and asked Siam to find out the truth of the matter as soon as possible and give Germany a reasonable explanation." Xu Jun chewed the egg-sauce bread and told the official article, which was filled with a lot of diplomatic rhetoric, which brought the respect of the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Eric! What time is the French Indochina now?" Seeing the adjutant pushing the door and coming in, Xu Jun asked loudly, holding the fork.

"At 3:30 pm, my head of state." Eric replied without hesitation.

"Oh?" The head of state was stunned. It seemed that his adjutant had a trick.

"This is a telegram that I just sent, my head of state, from Hanoi." The adjutant smiled and placed the telegram on his desk.

"Take these away, I'll finish eating." Xu Jun took out the napkin and wiped his mouth, then placed it next to the plate.

"Okay, my head."

"Make a pot of tea, it's a little thicker, my head hurts a little." Xu Jun picked up the telegram on the table.

"Affect your order, my head." The adjutant bowed respectfully to accept the order.

"The information of the Eye of Odin is very accurate, the Japanese joint fleet has been dispatched." Xu Jun raised his eyes and looked at Weirle.

"With Japan's support, the attitude of the Siam government will begin to change. The time is ripe and we can plan the next step."
To be continued...