Gravedigger of the Empire

As the days went by, the weather gradually warmed up.

Kahn spent most of his time in his dormitory and rarely went out.

That night he had beef with Manstein, and Manstein left very happy.

Because Kahn gave him a nice bottle of red wine; you couldn't get something this good near the military camp.

Even if Rom had the greatest courage, he wouldn't dare cause trouble in the Bureau of Investigation's yard, so Kahn didn't even know if the Stormtroopers had any plans against him.

Fred never came to see him again, and Kahn even felt that the other man was deliberately avoiding him.

This situation is actually quite understandable. There are regulations within the defense force that prohibit anyone from getting involved in politics.

If Kahn really wanted to deal with Fred, he could simply tell Lieutenant Colonel Miken about his secret support for the Workers' Party.

The fact that he didn't target Fred is itself a statement.

If the Stormtroopers really mess things up, Rom, Fred, and the others will all be "laid off".

"Ring, ring..." The crisp sound of the telephone rang in Kahn's office. Kahn picked up the receiver, and an excited voice came from the other end: "The things have arrived! Mr. Kahn! What you've been waiting for has arrived."

"Blair! Don't get so excited! I understand! You watch them unload the cargo first." Kahn suppressed his excitement, gave a few instructions, and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Kahn grabbed it again: "Connect me to Headquarters, the Transportation Department."

"Please wait a moment!" came the operator's sweet voice, a feeling that can no longer be experienced in the 21st century.

Soon, after a brief static, the other end of the line answered the phone.

"Hello! This is the transportation department..." Guderian's voice reached Kahn's ears.

He smiled and said, "Heinz! It's me! Kahn! The first batch of cars has arrived."

"Wait for me! I'm coming right now!" Guderian's voice became excited. These cars weren't on the defense forces' list; they belonged to him! They belonged to Guderian!

Soon, the two cars drove out of the investigation bureau one after the other and came to a stop on an open field on the outskirts of Berlin.

This is the land of the Berlin Gliding Club, and you can see the surrounding barbed wire fence and walls not far away.

But this isn't a runway either; rows of warehouses stand side by side here.

Trucks were parked neatly, and many workers were helping to unload the goods from the truck beds.

The wooden crate contained bottles of French red wine, flour from the south of France, and ham from Spain, among other things.

Both France and Spain are major agricultural countries, while in Germany at this moment, all kinds of goods are extremely valuable.

"Six truckloads of cheese, four truckloads of butter, fifteen truckloads of canned goods! Thirty truckloads of flour..." Blair couldn't hide his excitement when he saw Kahn and came over to say it directly.

"I know, I spent a lot of money on these things." Kahn had paid for almost all of his wealth, so he certainly knew how much of this smuggled goods there were.

He certainly knew just how valuable these supplies were here.

Guderian was completely dumbfounded. He knew that Kahn planned to use his exercise to transport goods to Berlin, but he didn't know there were so many.

He watched in astonishment as the workers carried bags of flour into the warehouse, completely bewildered.

"Moo!" He was about to take two steps back when he was startled by the voice behind him.

Then he saw several old men wearing overalls leading a beef cow past.

Yes, beef cattle!

These days, transporting beef is not very convenient, but transporting live cattle is no problem at all.

Watching as more than a dozen cows were led away, Guderian finally approached Kahn and asked, "Do you know how much beef costs per kilogram outside these days?"

"What does this have to do with us?" Kahn looked at Guderian and patted him on the chest. "Just know that from now on, I'll take care of all the food for your family!"

"..." Guderian was speechless; he had no reason to refuse such kindness.

"Furthermore, you can have your transport team leave a truckload of flour for them to divide among themselves; this is a reward for completing their mission..." Kahn established the rules for the father of the German armored forces.

"Remember, this isn't on the books. Tell them to shut up and not to go around spreading rumors." He sealed off the last link with a cartload of flour.

"You really do things very thoroughly!" Guderian said, using a German slang term that roughly means "not leaving any room for error."

"It's just a small business, barely enough to make a living," Kahn said modestly, then took a metal box from a passing crate and handed it to Guderian: "Here you go."

Guderian took the tin box and discovered it contained a box of butter.

"For the lady and the children!" Kahn pointed to the densely packed trucks in the distance. "Those are for you."

"Thank you." Guderian wasn't incapable of distinguishing right from wrong; he could tell that Kahn was genuinely trying to help him.

Of course, Kahn was genuinely interested in making money.

"You're welcome!" Kahn patted Guderian on the shoulder. "You can have your men come here and familiarize themselves with the vehicles."

"We definitely can't go back empty-handed. We've prepared some things here to transport to Stuttgart," Kahn said as the two walked toward the warehouse.

"What is it?" Guderian asked, a little curious.

"Timber, machined parts, and fine leather," Kahn said truthfully.

Modern Germany doesn't have many flagship export products.

The renowned Mercedes-Benz is now still owned by two companies, Daimler and Benz.

However, this is the first collaboration, and both parties will soon discover that the need has always existed.

Everyone will adjust their demands in order to maximize profits.

"Want some ham and cheese? Have your driver load them into the truck?" Kahn led Blair and Guderian into a warehouse, looking at the goods piled up inside.

"Alright...why not take it if it's free!" Guderian thought about how he would be constantly transporting these goods for Kahn in the future, so he simply accepted it.

He wasn't helping for nothing; Kahn would pay Guderian with a car.

Everyone has their own desires, so there's no need to be coy. Since we've already decided to get on this pirate ship, we can only go with the flow and brave the waves.

"Sebastian!" Kahn waved. "Take whatever you want!"

"You..." Guderian looked at his driver behind him, and saw pleading and longing in the driver's eyes: "You take some too... but don't take too much..."

Even he himself felt that the last warning was somewhat weak and ineffective.