Courtyard House: Home Alone

"Knock knock knock." A knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Come in."

Chen Gongshu pushed open the door and walked in: "Young master, Smith has been seen off. Hans has been notified that he will arrive on time."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Yifan stood up. "Let's go eat first. After we've finished talking with the Germans, you go to Citibank and wait. I'll have Xu Zheng and the others send the yen over."

Chen Gongshu replied, "Okay, young master." The three of them left the room together and headed to the hotel restaurant. Lunch was simple yet exquisite. Lin Yifan didn't say much, seemingly pondering his meeting with Hans that afternoon. Xu Zheng remained silent, simply keeping him company quietly.

At 1 p.m. sharp, Hans appeared in room 412 of the Lihua Hotel. Unlike Smith's enthusiasm, Hans appeared more rigorous and rigid, dressed in a sharp suit, his hair neatly combed, his eyes sharp, with the unique focus of a German.

"Hello, sir, I'm Hans." Hans extended his hand, his tone calm, without much small talk.

Lin Yifan shook hands with him, with just the right amount of pressure: "Mr. Hans, please have a seat."

After they were seated, the waiter served coffee and then left.

Hans cut straight to the point without beating around the bush: "Young master, I'm here on behalf of our company to discuss penicillin quotas with Mr. 'Ghost' in depth."

We understand that Mr. 'Ghost' possesses considerable strength and extensive connections, and we believe he would also be interested in Germany's military industrial technology.

Lin Yifan picked up his coffee, gently blew on it to cool it, and said unhurriedly, "Mr. Hans is quite frank. 'Ghost' is naturally interested in advanced weapons and technology. However, I'm afraid your country's existing equipment... is not up to 'Ghost's' standards."

Hans's expression darkened slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He knew that the young man in front of him represented "Ghost" and could not be easily offended.

"Sir, you jest."

Hans adjusted his posture, his tone remaining steady, "Germany's military industry is second to none in the world."

We possess state-of-the-art tank design concepts, artillery manufacturing technology, and sophisticated optical instruments. If that's not enough, I don't know what else in the world could impress Mr. "Ghost."

Lin Yifan smiled slightly and gestured to Xu Zheng, who then took out a leather suitcase from behind him, placed it on the table, and opened it.

Lin Yifan walked over and took out a few blueprints from the box: "Mr. Hans, I know your military industry is the best in the world, but to say that your designs are the most advanced... hehe! Please forgive me for disagreeing."

"I have some design drawings here. You can take a look, or you can show them to your domestic experts. What do you think of our designs for tanks, airplanes, and a recoilless rifle?" After saying that, he handed the drawings to Hans.

These are the Tiger tank, P-51 Mustang fighter jet, and Panzerfaust rocket launcher that he redeemed in the system.

The moment Hans's gaze fell on the drawing, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his previously steady breathing became somewhat rapid.

He first scanned the overall structure of several drawings quickly and incredulously, then reached out his finger, with a slight tremor, and carefully picked up the top tank design drawing.

The lines on the drawings are clear and smooth, and the annotations of every component are extremely precise. From the sloping armor layout to the road wheel suspension system, and then to the incredibly powerful long-barreled cannon, everything reveals an unprecedented design concept.

He had been involved in the arms trade for many years and had seen countless blueprints of advanced weapons, but the design in front of him still gave him a strong shock.

"This...this is..." he murmured to himself, his eyes filled with surprise and excitement. His fingers repeatedly rubbed the key parts of the drawing, trying to find a familiar shadow in those complex lines, but he found that it was a completely new design that transcended existing knowledge.

"Mr. Hans, you can take a closer look at the parameters of the tanks, planes and rocket launchers, and compare them with the weapons in your country."

I know you are not only a businessman, but also shoulder other missions. I can say that if your army were equipped with weapons designed by us, they would be invincible throughout Europe.

Hans's heart pounded uncontrollably as he stared intently at the data on the blueprints—the thickness of the tank's frontal armor, the caliber and muzzle velocity of the cannon, and the engine power.

The fighter jet's maximum speed, range, service ceiling, and its unique wing design;

And that small weapon known as the "recoilless gun" completely overturned his understanding of anti-tank weapons with its armor-piercing power and portability.

Each of these parameters far exceeds the most advanced equipment currently available in Germany, and some performance indicators were even beyond his wildest imagination.

He raised his head, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Yifan had completely changed. The previous seriousness and slight disdain had vanished, replaced by deep shock and a hint of barely perceptible awe.

"These...these designs...they're incredible!" His voice was a little hoarse. "Could they even be manufactured?"

Lin Yifan leaned back on the sofa, his expression calm: "If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. Since I can provide the blueprints, I'm confident in our ability to manufacture them. The key is, Mr. Hans, whether Germany has the sincerity to cooperate."

Hans took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that the value of these blueprints was immeasurable, and once they could be put into production, it would be a qualitative leap for Germany's military power.

As one of the military's key liaisons overseas, he understood better than anyone what these technologies meant.

"Sincerity! Of course we are sincere!"

Hans's tone became extremely serious, "Sir, please name your terms! We will not refuse anything we can do! We are willing to consider any reasonable price for these technologies!"

He was already rapidly calculating in his mind how to report to the consul as quickly as possible, how to safely send these drawings back to China, and how to report this astonishing discovery to the higher-ups in Berlin.

This has gone far beyond a simple quota negotiation; it could change the course of the entire war.

"Mr. Hans, you can take the drawings you have and let your experts evaluate them. The main detailed drawings are still with me. You can come to Beiping to discuss the details with me after they have their evaluation results."

But there's one thing I need to tell you: I hope you can contact people back home and ask them to screen the Jews who are being held in custody. I need skilled workers, technicians, engineers, experts, professors, doctors, and even teachers among them.

This is a prerequisite for our future cooperation. I know that you are expelling Jews from your country, and I am doing this to help you.