Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 207 Postcards and postmen
After chatting for a while, Adolf lost interest.

"Forget it, Matt, let the big guys deal with these things, and we can't help you much. You can go shopping in the street and think of a good way for our future tasks. But my work today I won't accompany you until it's finished." Adolf smiled wryly.

"Work?" Zhang Ang was a little puzzled: "Aren't you going to go to the tavern to give a speech?"

"Minister Kahn is right. It's not a good idea to give a speech in a tavern." Adolf said with a depressed expression, "Besides, I have to earn some money to fill my stomach before I can give a speech."

"Oh, then what is your job?" Zhang Ang was a little curious.

I saw Adolf take out a stack of thick cardboard from under the table, and took out some paints, a palette and a few paintbrushes.

"Here, that's it." Adolf introduced: "I have to draw twenty postcards every day, and someone will come to collect them in the evening. You know, it's already noon now."

"Okay." Zhang Ang closed his mouth and decided not to disturb him anymore.

Adolf painted very seriously, and the speed of painting was not too fast. When Zhang Ang finished his lunch and carried it to him, he only finished two pictures.

The newly painted postcards were placed by the stove to dry. The exquisite buildings and beautiful scenery were painted on them, and they were lifelike with each stroke. It can be seen that Adolf's painting skills are really good.

"Oh, did you do this? It's so wonderful, what is this?" Adolf's surprised voice came from beside him.

"It's just salt and pepper strips and toasted noodles. I used to be a chef for a while." Zhang Ang didn't want to explain more.

"Is it your Danish specialty food? It's the first time I have eaten such food. It's really, really delicious." Adolf praised without hesitation.

"Some provide accommodation, others provide food, comrades should help each other." Zhang Ang didn't care.

After dinner, Adolf continued to be busy. Zhang Ang didn't plan to go to the street, and he was too embarrassed to go to sleep in broad daylight, so he sat aside and thought about ways to control this small party.

Judging from the current progress, it will take some time to recover to its original strength, and the strongest master of the German Workers Party is just a slightly stronger martial arts master. After his strength recovers, he will be easily crushed.However, it is difficult to convince the public. After all, I am a Danish on the surface. It is easy to join this political party, but it will be difficult to become the leader of the party. After all, this is a patriotic political party in the traditional sense. Let a Many people would not accept a foreigner as the leader.

And I myself don't have the ability to control a political party. I have already exhausted my mind to open a restaurant, and my brain has reached its limit.Assuming that I was in the situation, if I was the Minister of the Bernau Branch, I would not be able to do better than Minister Kahn, let alone the leader of the party.After all, I am just a chef, and I don't have such strong political intuition and decision-making ability.

Then the only way is to push a person who is capable and ambitious enough to the foreground, and hide himself behind the scenes!But such a candidate is very difficult to find. Ambitious and capable people are often difficult to control, and the trust and tacit understanding between each other is also difficult to say.
Since there is no one to choose, you can only cultivate one yourself!And now the most suitable
Zhang Ang turned his eyes, opened the eye of data, and swept towards Adolf who was painting at his desk:

Adolf Hitler
Class: Full Samurai

Talent: excellent
Power: 15
Agility: 18
Constitution: 13
Spirit: 14
Martial arts: Twelve styles of short-blade fighting (slightly successful), the use of standard short crossbows (beginners and first-time practice), Benedictine breathing method (integrated), pseudo-marathon running (integrated).

Oh, this talent is not bad, but the strength is really too bad, martial arts are also some high-end goods, the moves are obviously the standard martial arts in the army, and the internal strength is the lowest level of superficial internal strength taught by the church. Meaning, it turned out to be a shoddy product.The situation of the low-level warriors is really tear-jerking. Although his strength has not yet recovered, he is only a formal warrior, but it is still very easy to hit ten of them.

But how to lead him to the right path?
"Touch, touch, touch."

A knock on the door rang, interrupting Zhang Ang's thoughts.

Open the door, but outside is a fat man with a big belly and a uniform.

He glanced at Zhang Ang, looking unhappy, and said impatiently, "Is Adolf here? I'm here to collect today's postcards!"

"Oh, oh, oh." Adolf crawled and ran out of the room: "Master postman, please wait a moment, there is one last piece, it will be ready soon!"

"Why is it so slow again! Everyone is like you, when will I get off work?" The fat postman was full of impatience.

"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, it will be ready soon. My lord, please wait for a while, and it will be ready soon!" Adolf begged all over his face.

"Then I'll wait for you for a while." After that, the fat postman swaggered in and sat down on a chair with a "bang", making it squeak under the weight.

He picked up the teapot next to him and shook it: "What's the matter? Why don't you even drool!"

Adolf winked at Zhang Ang, but Zhang Ang had no choice but to say, "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm going to boil the water right now."

Adolf also hurried back to the drawing table and got busy.

When the water boiled, he made a cup of black tea for the fat postman, and Adolf's work came to an end.

Twenty exquisite postcards were removed from the folder, carefully stacked, and handed over to the fat postman.

While drinking tea, the fat postman casually looked at the stack of postcards over and over again.

After a while, he put down the teacup in his hand, and an angry look gradually appeared on his face. Finally, his anger reached its peak.

With a sound of "snap!", the stack of postcards hit Adolf's face and scattered in all directions.

"You use this kind of thing to deal with me?" The fat postman's voice was sharp, like a wild boar howling at night, piercing the eardrums: "This kind of rubbish that was obviously rushed out of work, you also want to exchange money? I think you won't need this job in the future Done!"

Adolf's face was distorted and his expression was struggling, but he still squatted down, picked up the scattered postcards one by one, and said with a smile on his face: "My lord, I have really worked hard, I promise, in the future It will be better, definitely better than today’s, so just accept it.”

"Our post office has a system and standards. Not all garbage will be collected." The fat postman raised his face and spoke in the slightest manner.

After this conversation, Zhang Ang was so angry that he just wanted to take out the kitchen knife and settle the fat pig's debt!
But Adolf stood in front of him calmly, held him tightly with one hand, and still smiled apologetically: "Your lord has a lot, how about this, today's things, even if they are half price, you will always buy them." You can’t make a trip in vain, just do it.”

"Well, even if I feel sorry for you today, I will give you another chance." The fat postman reached out and took the postcard that Adolf handed over respectfully, and put it in his backpack: "Then today, I will listen to you." It’s half price. It’s not that I’m going to deduct your money, I’m just telling you not to make up your money like this in the future, and you must be down-to-earth when painting, so that you can meet our standards and continue to do this job!”

Then, he took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to Adolf: "Okay, I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself in the future!"

After finishing speaking, he swaggered away.

(End of this chapter)