When Hitler first came to power, he often held reception dinners at the German Chancellor's Office, mainly for social and publicity purposes, showing the approachability of the head of state and the unity of all classes under the rule of the government. There is a staff restaurant in the Chancellor's Office for staff and guests, and everyone can enjoy meals here, regardless of position or class.

The restaurant is not very large, but it is enough to accommodate two to three hundred people. However, if there are events that exceed this amount, the Prime Minister's Office often converts banquets to open-air venues, just like the meal when Hitler entertains Berlin industrial and commercial people. The dining table is placed in the patio in front of the Prime Minister's Office, where Hitler would award medals to the National Defense Army soldiers on a daily basis.

After Xu Jun came to power, he had held banquets at the Prime Minister's Office more than once, such as entertaining some foreign political envoys, representatives sent to Berlin by major German regions to Berlin to swore allegiance, members of social groups and autonomous organizations under various governments, or fresh military academy graduates.

Xu Jun also likes to hold press conferences. He is even more active than Hitler in this regard. The Nazis have a very thorough understanding of the power of public opinion. They invented a complete set of systematic public opinion warfare tactics. Goebbels is a genius in this field. He knows clearly how to make people's hearts.

There are countless examples of using public opinion to serve wars in history. No country can be exempted from the common people. Whether it is the Axis powers or the Allies, they are spared no effort to instill their own ideas into the minds of the people. Many of them were confirmed as lies after the war, but the outcome was decided at that time, so who would care about these things?

This time, Xu Jun was going to entertain representatives of journalists from major German newspapers and media in Berlin, as well as staff from large overseas news media groups in Germany. He originally thought that the number of people would not be large, but after statistics came to find that the number of participants might exceed 1,000. This was a bit beyond the expectations of the organizer, but Goebbels believed that this was a great thing, proving that the world had begun to pay attention to Germany and the voices made here. Germany had regained the influence lost after the defeat of the Second Empire, and even surpassed the Second Empire period. And as long as the German armed forces continued to win, this situation would continue.

"This is a list of several important media figures. We have arranged them at the main table. Dr. Goebbels will sit next to you, and the other side is Minister of Internal Affairs Himmler." Daogen placed a piece of paper on the coffee table next to Xu Jun.

"You know all these people, and you met several of them last week." Diesenhofen helped Xu Jun sort out the decorations on his chest, and then picked up the dagger resting on the sofa.

"Where is my speech?" Xu Jun buttoned the uniform.

"Here, my head." Weirler raised the envelope in his hand.

"What do you think? Weirle." The head of the empire turned sideways and looked at the dressing mirror, satisfied with his tall figure.

"Very infectious, my head." Weirle nodded and replied.

"That's all?"

"What else do you want to hear, my head of state."

"Okay, give the manuscript to Eric." Xu Jun lifted up the hem of his uniform, and Eric buckled the dagger on the spring hook of the sword belt.

"How does this outfit look?" Xu Jun adjusted the diamond-inlaid platinum cufflinks on the cuffs of his shirt and turned his head to ask Weirle.

"Very perfect, my head of state." The chief of staff nodded and praised.

Today, Xu Jun was wearing a traditional German marshal's dress, with a distinct Second Empire style, so some army was the base camp of German conservative forces, and they could clearly see from the uniform. Hitler tried so hard to add Nazi elements to the military uniforms, but he did not dare to erase the traditional patterns belonging to the German Empire on the uniforms, and could only make some modifications to the Yamato color.

German uniforms reached their peak in the Nazi era, and both styles and accessories reached a near-perfect level. Even half a century after the empire was destroyed, they could still affect the design of military uniforms in later generations. Xu Jun was doing the opposite of Hitler at this time, that is, gradually erasing the Nazi party elements in the army. He was preparing to start with removing the ten thousand characters. In the next round of stereotyped uniform design, the ten thousand characters were replaced by the iron cross of the Second Empire era.

These improvements have been supported by almost all senior German generals, who are representatives of the German tradition, and the tradition of the German team is to insist that the army should not be linked to politics. Xu Jun knew that this was a risk, but he believed that with his current authority and strength, his reforms should not encounter too much resistance, provided that he could convince the Nazis that he was still their leader and solid backing, and would also lead them to win glorious victories again and again, just as Hitler promised to defend the German plow with the sword.

"Everything is ready. Minister Goebbels and His Excellency Himmler are waiting in the corridor, my head of state." Secretary Warkline stood in front of the side door and reported to Xu Jun.

"Thank you, Wonnie, please tell them I'll be here soon." Xu Jun replied with a smile.

"Okay, my head of state." The secretary smiled sweetly and then closed the side door of the living room.

"Good luck, Blancovikwood, from the New York Times." Wakewood enthusiastically extended his right hand to his colleagues standing beside him.

In Wakewood's eyes, this is a gentleman with elegant demeanor, and every move reveals the aura of a superior. This temperament cannot be cultivated through training. It must be subtle and subtle cultural precipitation for a long time.

Vickwood never gave up any opportunity to meet a "big man". His years of interview experience allowed him to guess the other person's identity and status from a person's dress and subtle movements. This gentleman obviously came from an old European aristocratic family. This reserve and pride that had penetrated into his bones could not be hidden from Mr. Vickwood's eyes.

"Good luck, Morris Henry, British Daily Mail." The gentleman smiled kindly and held Wakewood's hand.

"Daily Mail? That's a big newspaper. I spent three years in London and met several reporters from your newspaper, such as Hartkins in the sports version, Mike in the economic version, and Burtmu, who runs celebrity gossip." Vickwood began to show his extraordinary social skills, which would quickly bring the relationship between the two sides closer in general.

"I have always been in Berlin and I am not very familiar with the people in London." The "Henry" calmly let go of Wickwood's hand, still with a gentle smile on his face.

"You are an editor, Mr. Henry, I have always seen people very accurately." Wakewood was convinced at this time that the other party was a "damn rich nobleman". From the ring that man was wearing, it can be seen that few people would wear pure gold rings of this style. The quaint oval ring face was carved with cumbersome patterns, which seemed to be some kind of family heraldry.

Wakewood once studied heraldry for a while, but he quickly gave up. There was too much information contained in European heraldry. For a while, almost every European family had their own heraldry. Even fish vendors had jokes. Without professional training, you can't tell which one was a traditional aristocrat and which one was a fashionable nouveau riche.

"Then you've misunderstood this time, Mr. Wakewood, I'm just an ordinary reporter." The gentleman reached out and stroked the gray hair behind his head.

"Reporter? You must be joking with me. How could an excellent gentleman like you be an ordinary reporter?" Wakewood continued to compliment.

"If you don't believe it, I can't do anything, Mr. Wakewood." The other party obviously didn't want to get involved with Wakewood on this issue anymore, so he shrugged his shoulders and said he gave up.

"Is this your first time in the Prime Minister's House? Mr. Henry." Wakewood looked for the topic.

"I've been here once before, where are you? Mr. Wakewood, have you been here before?" the gentleman asked with a smile.

"You can't compare to me, Mr. Henry. I've been here many times. Accurately, including today, I've been here fifteen times." Wickwood proudly boasted: "I remember when I first came to the Prime Minister's House, the owner inside was Adolf Hitler."

"You have met your current master, do you know what I mean, is the new German head of state Reinhart von Steed?" It seems that Mr. Henry has become interested in the topic of Wickwood.

"Of course I've seen Mr. Henry, I've seen him twice up close. You know, the American people are now very fascinated by him. They have also given him many nicknames, such as "Europa Lion Blonde Prince" and so on." Wakewood spread his hands and smiled.

"What an impressive name, Mr. Wakewood. Henry" a happy smile appeared on Mr. Mr.

"Attention!" At this moment, the star-value official standing on the steps by the restaurant door whispered a reminder.

"Gentlemen, ladies, Your Excellency the Head of the Great German Empire!" The star official loudly announced his reputation, and the two waiters standing by the door opened the door of the restaurant.

"Hi! Reinhart!" A loud slogan rang out, and all the Germans present raised their arms high to greet their respected heads.

Xu Jun stood at the door with his chest raised, and his eyes were majestic to scan the entire hall. He raised the marshal's scepter in his hand and lightly knocked the brim of his hat to return the salute to everyone.

"Victory!" The star official shouted again.

"Long live!" the Germans cheered in unison.

"Long live the victory! Long live the victory! Long live the victory!"

The atmosphere of unity and unity at the scene infected the foreign journalists attending the meeting. They also tried to follow their German colleagues, cheered for victory in German, and paid tribute to the head of the Third Reich.

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