Courtyard House: Home Alone

Lin Yifan's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge ripples in Hans's heart. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and incomprehension.

"Jews?"

He repeated that this request was completely unexpected. In Germany, Jews were in dire straits, regarded as "parasites" and "threats" to the state, and expulsion and persecution were the prevailing policies.

Lin Yifan's offer to take these people in was something Hans couldn't understand for a moment.

"Yes, a Jew."

Lin Yifan spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable firmness: "I don't like Jews either, but I know that there are many elites among them in various fields, including outstanding scientists, engineers, doctors, teachers, and highly skilled craftsmen."

You know, our country is an agricultural country, and they possess the knowledge and skills we need.

Hans frowned, lost in thought. He understood Lin Yifan's meaning. Indeed, many talented Jews in Germany had been persecuted, lost their jobs, and even their lives.

Recruiting these people would undoubtedly be a huge asset. For Lin Yifan, this is an excellent way to supplement his talent pool;

As for Germany, this seems to "deal with" some of the "trouble," and to some extent, as Lin Yifan said, it is indeed "helping."

"Sir, your request..." Hans hesitated, "I need to report this to the country. It involves our country's internal policies, and I cannot make that decision on my own." This was beyond his authority as a businessman and liaison.

Accepting Jews is an extremely sensitive issue in contemporary Germany that requires a decision from the highest levels of government.

"I understand."

Lin Yifan nodded, indicating that he wouldn't force him. "That's why I asked you to take the blueprints back so that your experts can evaluate them."

At the same time, please take this condition back with you. You need time to assess the value of these technologies, and you also need time to weigh this condition. I can give you time, but not too long.

He paused, then added, "These Jews are very important to me. They will be one of the cornerstones of our cooperation."

If you can't even do this, then further cooperation is probably out of the question. These advanced technologies will naturally attract the interest of other countries.

Lin Yifan's words combined soft and hard tactics, highlighting the importance of the Jewish people while also implying the exclusivity and timeliness of the cooperation.

Hans felt a chill run down his spine. He knew the value of these blueprints; missing them would be an immeasurable loss for Germany. He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if this technology fell into the hands of other countries, especially Germany's adversaries.

"Yes, sir."

Hans no longer hesitated and solemnly agreed, "I will immediately send your request and these drawings back to China. I believe that the higher-ups in China will seriously consider your proposal."

"I will do everything in my power to push things forward regarding Jewish affairs." He knew this was no longer a simple business negotiation, but a matter of national strategic consideration.

"very good."

Lin Yifan smiled with satisfaction. "Then, Mr. Hans, we await good news from your country. We hope to meet again in Beiping as soon as possible, where we can discuss technology transfer, production cooperation, and the penicillin quota issue that you are most concerned about."

"Definitely, definitely!"

Hans nodded quickly, carefully rearranged the drawings, and put them into his briefcase as if they were some rare treasure.

His feelings at this moment could not be described as mere excitement; he felt both a longing for these advanced technologies and a deep awe of the power behind this mysterious "ghost."

He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a huge historical vortex, and the young man in front of him was at the center of the vortex.

Over the next few days, Hans worked tirelessly on the follow-up matters. He sent the blueprints and Lin Yifan's terms back to Berlin through secret channels as quickly as possible.

He even resorted to some unconventional methods to ensure that this intelligence, which could change the course of the war, was presented to the Nazi leadership with the highest priority.

While waiting for a response from China, Hans did not sit idle. On the one hand, he closely monitored the progress of Smith's recruitment of American technicians, and on the other hand, he began to prepare for his trip to Beiping.

He knew that regardless of Berlin's final decision, the next meeting with "Ghost" would be crucial.

After seeing Hans off, Lin Yifan returned to 17 Victoria Road with Xu Zheng. Before entering, he transferred all the Japanese yen in the space into the basement.

Chen Gongshu was in charge of the yen exchange and the safe transfer of funds. Their operation at Citibank went very smoothly. As Smith started to operate, truckloads of yen were converted into US dollar deposit certificates at Citibank.

Meanwhile, Kris Lin was upstairs sleeping soundly, because there was still a tough battle to fight that night.

When he woke up, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Night had quietly fallen, and Liu Quande, Xu Zheng, and a few others were waiting for him downstairs for dinner.

Xu Zheng saw him come downstairs and quickly stood up: "Young master, Citibank hasn't finished exchanging the money yet. It'll probably take until tomorrow morning. The main problem is that they don't know we have so many yen, so they don't have enough people to count the money."

Lin Yifan used his spiritual power to scan the basement and, sure enough, less than half of it remained unmoved. He smiled and said, "It's alright, a little extra time is fine. The important thing is to make sure we don't make a mistake; this is money."

After saying that, he looked at Liu Quande and said, "What have you prepared for dinner? Bring it out quickly, I have something to do after we eat."

Liu Quande quickly replied, "Young master, we don't know how to cook either, so we just stewed a big pot of vegetables and bought some braised vegetables and steamed buns on the way back." As he spoke, he turned around and went to the kitchen to get the dishes.

Soon, a large pot of stew was served, steaming hot and fragrant. Lin Yifan was indeed hungry, so he sat down and picked up his chopsticks to eat. Xu Zheng, Liu Quande, and the others joined him in eating.

During the meal, Lin Yifan would occasionally ask a few questions about the details of the yen exchange, and Xu Zheng answered them one by one to ensure that every step went smoothly.

The dinner was eaten quickly. Lin Yifan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said to Liu Quande, "I'm going out tonight and might be back late. You don't need to wait for me. Get some rest."

Liu Quande nodded quickly: "Okay, young master, please be careful." Lin Yifan hummed in response, got up, put on his coat, and left 17 Victoria Road alone.

As night deepened, the streets of the concession were lit up with streetlights, bustling with traffic and still presenting a prosperous scene. Lin Yifan didn't drive, but instead turned into a dark alley next door, and then teleported to the backyard of the East Asia Hotel.