Gravedigger of the Empire

"Who is that person?" Lin Baiyu asked Liu Jingtang curiously.

Liu Jingtang pulled the chicken bone out of his mouth and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "How should I know? He looks like a big shot."

Indeed, he always has a burly bodyguard with him wherever he goes; he looks like a big shot no matter how you look at him.

"Do I need to tell you?" Lin Baiyu put down her fork; she was already full.

Kahn looked at Lin Baiyu from afar and sighed inwardly, "Money is the foundation of armament, whether it's arming a man or an woman."

With money, anyone, regardless of nationality, can exude an air of nobility and be stylish and sophisticated.

Similarly, if you want to arm a man, it might be more expensive... You think a Gucci crossbody bag is expensive? A Taran tactical weapon for a man isn't cheap either.

If you really have spare cash and enjoy putting a Nissan sedan on your head, you can check out night vision goggles; I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Most German women of that era were far from stylish or beautiful.

Even though Mrs. Löw had a lot of spare money, her clothes were actually quite ordinary.

This gave Chinese girls who studied fashion design and had the money to buy clothes a foundation to stand out in Berlin.

Lin Baiyu is so beautiful, it's almost unfair. With her figure and face, she's a natural clothes hanger.

There's an old saying: If you stand in front of a tall guy, you'll look good in anything.

Even more outrageous, Lin Baiyu had permed her hair, with layers of waves tied at the back of her head... This was a popular style in Europe after 1910.

Unfortunately, most German women couldn't afford such a hairstyle, but a Chinese girl in 1920 could!

That's the allure of money. Even in the darkest times, in places full of suffering and devastation, there are still people who have money, and there are still people who can afford to use several months' worth of food from others to trim their hair.

She had a light yellow wool coat and pretty skirts; you could tell they were expensive just by looking at the stitching on the edges.

Children from wealthy families are like flowers blooming on ruins.

Kahn became increasingly emotional, watching as those Jews put their necks into nooses, while they ignored his advice.

Kahn ran his hand through his hair and walked back to the dining table where Lin Baiyu and Kahn sat. "How was it? Was the food alright?"

"It's delicious." Lin Baiyu said before Liu Jingtang could even speak.

She was worldly-wise, and she was quite certain that the food here would be just as good as what you'd find in a high-end restaurant.

Liu Jingtang nodded hurriedly, "Mmm! Delicious! I..."

"Are any of you... communists?" Kahn suddenly asked a very sensitive question.

In 1922 Germany, joining the German Communist Party was not a capital offense, but it did lead to suppression and exclusion.

Kahn was well aware that even if the Ebert government hadn't turned against the Communist Party of Germany in the last two years, the situation would have taken a sharp turn for the worse two years later.

Many leaders of the Communist Party of Germany were arrested or killed... and things only got worse when the Nazis came to power.

Therefore, Kahn did not want these children in front of him to joke about their lives.

He couldn't be sure whether those who hadn't left their names in history would ever have the chance to live out their lives.

"Li..." Lin Baiyu thought for a moment and felt that Kahn was still trustworthy.

Her father had connections with the other party, and it seems he gave the German officer a considerable amount of money.

The other party did help her and seemed quite reliable.

So she wanted to tell the truth and tell the German man in front of her what she knew.

"Cough!" Liu Jingtang, who had been coughing for a while, interrupted Lin Baiyu's words again with a cough.

Lin Baiyu was taken aback and looked at Liu Jingtang.

Kahn looked over as well, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Warning to me? If I wanted to arrest you, would you still be sitting here peacefully eating?"

"The one lying inside... is it you two, or not?" He made the judgment just by hearing the pronunciation of the word "Li".

Lin Baiyu's eyes widened in disbelief. She had only uttered one word; how did the other person know?

The other person looks about my age, so why is their mind so complicated?

His eyes are so beautiful, his nose is so beautiful, his lips are so beautiful... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! What am I even thinking?!

"..." Liu Jingtang wanted to lie, but in the end he couldn't muster the courage.

Kahn's presence was so commanding, it was as if everything was under his control.

"Don't be so tense! I may not be a good person, but I'm not a bad person to you either." Kahn said with a hint of self-deprecation, "I won't hand you over to the police..."

Liu Jingtang breathed a sigh of relief, and Lin Baiyu began to examine Kahn's eyelashes.

To be honest, many people in the West have really long eyelashes, like children's... she thought to herself as she looked at them.

"But you must promise me! You will not participate in these kinds of demonstrations again!" Kahn warned the two men sternly.

"But... there are so many people in the factory, and they can't even afford to eat. They don't dare to rest when they're sick. Those capitalists are really..." Liu Jingtang gritted his teeth as he mentioned these things.

Kahn interrupted him by tapping his index and middle fingers hard on the table.

He waited until both of them looked at him before saying, "I can help! I can provide you with food and medicine! But! You must promise me you won't go out and cause trouble again!"

"How can it be called causing trouble... we call it resistance..." Lin Baiyu's voice trailed off as Kahn's gaze swept over her.

"Especially you!" Kahn stared at Lin Baiyu, who had buried her head in her chest, and scolded her harshly.

No longer looking at Lin Baiyu, Kahn turned to Liu Jingtang: "There are many kinds of resistance. Joining me in doing what we can, starting with helping those around us, is also a form of resistance. Right?"

"You're willing to help us? Including Communists like Brother Li?" Liu Jingtang was still reluctant to believe that a man in a defense army uniform would sympathize with a Communist.

"So what am I doing now?" Kahn leaned back in his chair, spreading his hands helplessly. "Playing games with you two?"

A car with committee license plates slowly pulled up in front of the restaurant. The door was pushed open, and a tall, thin British officer got out. On the other side, a fat Frenchman also opened his door.

Who else could it be but Joe and Maddie?

Kahn sighed. What a lively day! So many familiar faces had come.