While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Tom feigned surprise, but was actually completely unfazed, and blurted out:

"Nazi?"

"Does he really work for the government? Or what?"

Vito replied:

Thomas said no, he was just a simple businessman who admired Nazis.

"But these days, businessmen definitely have some kind of relationship with the government."

Tom lowered his head, pretending to start thinking deeply.

cooperate!

We must cooperate!

What's wrong with cooperating?

Even when Vito the Godfather uttered the word "Nazi," Tom would have to cooperate with him, even if they were real Nazis.

For Tom, it doesn't matter if they're Nazis or any political party; anyone who can make money is Tom's benefactor.

Not only did they need to cooperate, but they also needed to maintain good relations with the Nazis as much as possible.

Tom wished he could become sworn brothers with all the high-ranking Nazi officials so that he could "kindly" bring them to America for refuge after Germany's defeat.

With a beach villa in America on one side and potato digging in Siberia on the other, Tom believed that high-ranking Nazi officials would not refuse him.

Putting aside the Nazi officials' military prowess, their ability to amass wealth was no less than Tom's.

When they arrive, whether it's a slow, insidious process or a swift, decisive raid, isn't entirely up to Tom.

Tom must not appear too agitated; he needs to maintain control of the negotiations.

Even in front of Vito, he still had to put on an act.

Tom pretended to think for a few seconds, then replied:

"Since you're not working for the government, let's meet. It's just business."

"But we must keep it quiet; this is something that can't be done in the light of day."

"I don't want to lose my job at the Finance Bureau for money."

Vito nodded and replied:

"Tom, you take the money first. I'll contact the leader of the Devil's Stick and that Nazi businessman."

"We'll meet at 4 PM, an hour from now, and get this over with quickly."

"Whether or not the business can be discussed, I guarantee the news won't get out."

"Even Sonny wouldn't know that the other party was a Nazi businessman."

Tom nodded and took the money to a nearby Morgan Bank to open an account.

After Tom left, Godfather Vito called Thomas.

On the other end of the phone, Thomas wasn't alone; there was a young white man with him.

When the call connected, Vito the Godfather said:

"Thomas, Tom has agreed to expand the smuggling and meetings."

"Tom wants 50% of the profits to expand the smuggling operation. Can you accept that?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment, then looked at the other person beside him;

Seeing the latter nod, Thomas replied:

"Sure, no problem."

Vito continued:

"The meeting is scheduled for four o'clock this afternoon, but Tom has some reservations about your status as a friend."

Tom wouldn't do business if he wasn't sincere.

Thomas replied, "Okay, I got it," and hung up.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Thomas started cursing:

"What a greedy bastard! A mere tax collector dares to demand 50% of my profits."

The young man said:

"I'm not afraid of Tom being greedy, I'm afraid of Tom not being greedy."

"If the deal I negotiate this afternoon goes through, even if you only make 10%, it will still be more than you imagine."

Throughout Germany, who doesn't loudly proclaim their allegiance to the West, and how many aren't greedy?

The young man was not only a Nazi cultist, but also a Nazi spy, and his contact with Tom was on a mission.

The empire isn't as powerful as it seems; it really needs American parasites like Tom.

Tom arrived at Morgan Bank, one of the top banks in the United States and even the world.

Tom almost got harassed by the teller while opening an account and making a deposit. The coexistence of modeling and economics is too inconvenient and is starting to affect his normal life.

Tom paid the deposit first and got the apartment keys and the contract.

Then Tom, Sonny, and the others returned to the Corleone family's stronghold.

The time was neither too early nor too late, exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

Tom went back into the "prayer room," where three people were sitting.

As usual, Vito was petting a white Hakimi.

Thomas Muller, the leader of the Devil's Stick, is talking to someone Tom doesn't recognize.

Tom looked at the latter, who must be the "Nazi businessman" that Vito's godfather had mentioned.

A young white man, who looked to be in his early twenties, was thin and about ten centimeters shorter than Tom, standing at approximately 176cm tall.

All in black: wide-brimmed black hat, black leather trench coat, black suit trousers, and black long leather boots;

His appearance is also stereotypical to the extreme—his face is so angular that it's jarring, and his eyes always have a coldness that scrutinizes everything;

Aside from lacking the markings of "SS," "Skull," "Black Hawk," etc., it's practically indistinguishable from a Gestapo.

As soon as Tom entered, Thomas Muller stepped forward and introduced him to Tom:

"Sir Tom, this is my fellow German, named Bach Schmidt."

"His family has trade connections in the North Atlantic and Germany, and I sold my goods to him before."

"He wants to see you, saying he wants to do a big business deal."

Thomas Müller then turned to Bach Schmidt and introduced him:

"Bach, this is the Tom Smith I told you about. He's now a tax collector at the Treasury."

Tom looked at Bach, and Bach was also scrutinizing Tom's appearance and physique, becoming more and more alarmed the more he looked.

Aside from not having blond hair and blue eyes, they perfectly fit the description of "Aryan" given by the Führer.

In German textbooks, the Aryans are depicted as follows:

Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect face, tall and muscular build;

Let's look at Tom again:

A height of 188cm that stands out from the crowd; the average height of German men is only 170cm; and there is also an element of Nazi propaganda exaggeration.

His perfect features, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures, made him a thousand times more handsome than the images of Aryans in German textbooks.

Tom's physique is even more exaggerated. His strength has skyrocketed in the past few days, and before he even had a chance to change into new clothes, his strength of 4.1 is perfectly highlighted.

Bach wished he could just take Tom back to Germany, dye his hair blonde, and have him stand at the rally—that would be the best form of publicity.

If one could also learn a few of the Führer's oratory skills, what would be left for Goebbels?

Bach felt as if he were seeing the hero from his childhood fairy tale, and his fondness for Tom increased dramatically.

Tom glanced at Vito, then at Thomas Müller, and finally questioned Bach:

"Germany is already at war with America, what business can you and I possibly have left?"

Bach was stunned. He had only said on the phone that he didn't like Nazis. Did he dislike them to this extent?

It was Vito the Godfather who had the foresight to put Hakimi aside and find a pretext to take Thomas away.

Thomas was confused, but he was forcibly dragged away by Godfather Vito.

Only Tom and Bach remained in the "prayer room".

Once everyone was alone, Tom crossed his legs, raised his right hand in a standard imperial salute, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Hi!"

Bach's eyes widened instantly.

No, buddy?

Which of us is the Nazi spy?