Gravedigger of the Empire

"I got the factory to put up some money and buy the land next door," Kahn explained his plan to Lieutenant Colonel McConnell.

Upon hearing Kahn's report, Mikan countered, "Buy? Why buy? Wouldn't it save money if we just sent some people over to threaten them?"

Kahn did not refute: "Theoretically, it is possible."

Mikan understood Kahn's underlying meaning and looked at him, asking, "Hmm? Tell me, what do you mean by 'theoretically'?"

"Lieutenant Colonel. What are we going to do with this land?" Kahn countered.

"..." Lieutenant Colonel Miken did not answer; he was waiting for Kahn to continue.

Kahn didn't keep them in suspense and directly stated his reason: "When it comes to hiding weapons, the more discreet you are, the better, right? If we openly try to rob them, we might attract unwanted attention from those with ulterior motives."

"What you said... makes sense." Miken nodded slowly.

"It's better for them to take the money and leave without anyone noticing than for a large group of defense soldiers to cause trouble, don't you think?" Kahn continued to ask.

Miken slapped his forehead in agreement with Kahn's point of view, praising, "You're so thoughtful! I was only thinking about how to save money for a moment."

The command headquarters placed great importance on expenses, which is why Miken fell into a misconception.

Having experience from his previous life, Kahn naturally saw further ahead, so he smiled and said, "Some money should be saved, while some money should be spent."

"You're right! Well done! Write a report on the event funding and give it to me, and I'll deliver it to you as quickly as possible." Miken was finding Kahn increasingly agreeable.

He felt that his wife was right; the young man in front of him was indeed very good.

His promotion wasn't in vain. Although he caused a ridiculous incident like attempting suicide before, things are finally back on track.

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel." Kahn raised his chin, his heels clicking together, making a crisp sound as he wore his boots.

Miken suddenly became curious about what good stuff Kahn had gotten for the Berlin command this time: "Can you tell me what good stuff you managed to get for the command this time?"

After talking for so long, his mouth was dry, so while asking questions, he picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip to moisten his throat.

Kahn was quite modest and truthfully answered about his work results: "Nothing much, mainly... twenty armored vehicles."

"Pfft!" Mike couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of water.

Fortunately, he turned his head to the side at the last moment, otherwise Kahn's clothes might have been ruined.

"You're saying those French and British people allowed you to illegally detain 20 armored vehicles?"

"That's not actually the case," Kahn explained. "They agreed that we could keep the engines and gearboxes of 20 armored vehicles, and that we could use old armored vehicles as collateral."

"How much money did you give them?" Miken was already stunned by the results, and now he was really curious about the question he had asked.

Kahn shrugged, maintaining a degree of mystery. Sometimes, silence is as good as an answer.

"Tell me in detail." Lieutenant Colonel McConnell didn't ask any more questions. He leaned back in his chair, becoming more and more satisfied with his subordinate.

People who are good at flattery are indeed more likely to be liked by their superiors, and those who are capable and can get things done will also be valued by their superiors.

But if someone is highly capable and also knows how to flatter, then he is what we call a talented person.

Kahn is now considered a talent by Mikan.

"Wait a minute..." After Kahn explained the situation in detail, Miken gestured for him to stop, then unabashedly picked up the phone: "Connect me to the Berlin garrison command, General Wilhelm. Yes, as soon as possible, this is Lieutenant Colonel Miken from the Bureau of Investigation!"

After waiting for a while, Miken reported respectfully, "General William! This is Miken! I have made some progress on my end."

"Yes, yes... that's what you asked me to do!... Okay, I understand." Miken's face practically lit up with a smile as he relayed what Kahn had reported to General William.

He hung up the phone, reached out and patted Kahn on the shoulder across the desk: "Kahn! You didn't disappoint me!"

"Tomorrow night, proceed with the handover of those items as planned. General William will send someone to replace the supplies inside! Don't let anything go wrong!"

Kahn nodded, giving a knowing smile. "I understand! I'll be overseeing the whole thing tomorrow night; there won't be any mistakes."

Mike looked pleased: "From now on, you can manage your own working hours. If you need to go out in the evening, you don't have to be at the office on time the next day."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel." Kahn's smile broadened considerably; he loved having the permission to find an excuse to skip work whenever he wanted.

In some ways, it made him happier than giving him a raise.

After all, the German mark isn't necessarily money these days, but time is always a valuable thing, no matter the era.

When Kahn walked out of the Bureau of Investigation again, a man wearing a gray wool coat walked towards him.

This time, Löw dressed himself very neatly; his coat had no patches, and his face was clean-shaven.

"Sir," Love walked up to Kahn and nodded slightly, "I've rented a room. Do you have time to come and see my new place? My wife would also like to meet you and thank you in person for your help. You can have dinner at my place tonight; she's a very good cook."

"Of course." Although Kahn agreed, he did not go directly to Love's house.

He first went to the familiar bakery and bought butter and jam. He also bought tomatoes and potatoes from another shop as gifts for his first visit.

Löw was a little embarrassed, but in the end he didn't dare to stop Kahn from spending so much.

The two men, carrying their purchases, arrived at the apartment that Löw had just rented.

The woman who opened the door was still a little pale, but she was clearly much better than the last time Kahn saw her.

Although the woman's clothes were old, they were very clean, and it was clear that she was wearing her best clothes.

Although it doesn't quite match the apartment, it doesn't seem so out of place anymore.

"Madam!" Kahn nodded politely, then handed her the food he had brought. "Congratulations on your recovery!"

"Thank you, sir! I really don't know how to thank you enough." The woman took the things, stepped aside to leave the doorway, put them down, and then turned around to give Kahn a warm hug.

"I got rid of all the old furniture, but she was still a little reluctant to part with it." While the woman went to the kitchen, Löw gave Kahn a tour.

Kahn was pleased with his cleverness and also quite pleased with the location of the house.

"Not bad!" Kahn glanced at his still-unpacked luggage, walked to the window, and gazed at the Bureau of Investigation's gate across the street. "Very good."