Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

"Yeah, that's how my uncle is."

Lin Shangzhou nodded slightly and complained in his heart: You are the first girl his nephew has brought home, how can he not be enthusiastic?

"By the way, what's your real name? Fritz isn't your real name, right?"

Noah asked when she thought of how Lin Yangyu addressed Lin Shangzhou just now. She felt that she should also know Fritz's real name.

"My real name?"

"Lin-Shang-Zhou.

Lin Shangzhou told Noah his name word by word. Noah repeated it twice and gave up after realizing that he couldn't pronounce it correctly.

"Forget it, I'll just call you Fritz. It's enough for me to know your real name."

"Well, it's naturally a little difficult for people who haven't learned Chinese pronunciation to read it. You can call me Fritz, it's my name anyway."

Lin Shangzhou naturally wouldn't force it, but he remembered that the German Emperor had said the same thing. "

After sitting on the sofa for a few minutes, Noah stood up and walked towards the kitchen. She didn't know how to cook Chinese, but she could still help with washing vegetables and other tasks.

More than an hour later, around one o'clock, Lin Yangyu finally finished cooking and brought the last dish of chicken soup to the table.

"It smells so good, is this Chinese food? It looks like it must be delicious to me."

Noah said as she looked at the dishes on the table. The aroma and color of the dishes aroused her appetite. She wanted to immediately use a fork to pick up a piece of the white vegetable that she had never seen before and put it into her mouth to taste it.

Because she didn't know how to use chopsticks and it was unrealistic for her to learn it right away, Lin Shangzhou prepared a spoon and fork for Noah when he set the table for her.

"Uncle, where did you get this tofu?"

When Lin Shangzhou saw the plate of tofu, he asked curiously, Germans don't eat tofu, and he was curious about where his uncle got the tofu from.

"You mean the tofu? I asked someone from the club in this small town to bring it back to me from the city. It's too far for me to go there by bike."

Lin Yangyu said, and then he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu and put it into Lin Shangzhou's bowl, and said with a kind look in his eyes: "Shangzhou, don't you like tofu? Come and eat it."

"Ah."

Lin Shangzhou nodded. He enjoyed this kind of thing very much. His family members picked food for him with caring faces. This was something he had not experienced for many years before he traveled through time.

Because Lin Yangyu and Lin Shangzhou both spoke in Chinese, Noah was completely confused by what they said. The only thing she could make out was that the white dish was called: tofu.

“Is this thing called tofu?”

Noah picked up a piece of tofu with a fork, but when he tried to take his hand back, the tofu broke in the middle.

"Don't use a fork, use a spoon. It will be easier."

Seeing Nuoya picking up the tofu with a fork, Lin Shangzhou reminded her and scooped out a piece of tofu for her with a spoon.

"Ah...thank you."

After thanking her, Noya scooped the tofu into her mouth with a spoon, and then she tasted a feeling she had never experienced before.

This bite made her interest in the Chinese food in front of her reach the extreme. She wanted to try every dish. Seeing that Nuoya was so interested in Chinese food, Lin Yangyu and Lin Shangzhou smiled at each other and said nothing.

The three of them quickly finished eating all the food on the table. After the meal, Lin Shangzhou realized that Noah was such a big eater.

After lunch, Lin Yangyu and Nuoya washed the dishes. Lin Shangzhou was planning to go over to help, but was pushed down on the sofa by Nuoya.

Lin Shangzhou was sitting on the sofa reading today's newspaper. After reading for a while, he felt a little sleepy, so he took off his shoes, lay on the sofa, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Chapter 19: The Prime Minister's Response and Klein's Approach

Both Wuyou Palace and Lin Shangzhou's family are no longer affected by the Weilun incident. However, there is one person who will have a headache about this matter for a while, and that is the current Chancellor of the German Empire: Albert Constantine.

Inside the Reichstag in downtown Berlin, Chancellor Albert was rubbing his swollen head as he faced the gloomy-faced Finance Minister and the indifferent Klein in his office.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I hope that His Majesty the Emperor and Lady Cecilia can give me and my wife an explanation and apologize to my dead son."

The Minister of Finance repeated this sentence once again. He had repeated it countless times in the past few hours. He just couldn't understand why his son was shot by Cecilia after he followed Klein to the Souci Palace to meet Cecilia in the morning.

After Klein finished telling the story, the Minister of Finance was also troubled about how to resolve the matter. If it was just beating the driver and molesting the maid, that would be fine. The maid and the driver were not worth mentioning at all, and the prime minister would not care. At most, he would teach Wei Lun a lesson for the emperor's sake and give him some money. (By the way, don't you care about the emperor's dignity at all?) The key point was that Klein said that Cecilia ordered Wei Lun to stop as a superior, but he did not stop. This would cause big trouble.

Albert looked at the finance minister in front of him and felt his stomach and head churning. He had been feeling unwell for the past few days, and yet, he had to deal with this damn thing.

The Prime Minister found it difficult to decide how to deal with the matter. He didn't care about the maid and the driver. He cared about another mistake that Wei Lun made: disobeying military orders.

He was born a soldier and was the captain of the commando team that Wei Lun served in more than ten years ago. He particularly hated disobeying military orders. During his service, he personally shot and killed several soldiers who disobeyed military orders. Although molesting women and beating others were also severe penalties for a soldier, his long political career forced him to give up some things. Only his disgust for disobeying military orders remained until now.

This is also the reason why he couldn't handle it properly.

The Minister of Finance spent several hours here with him, just to get the Emperor and Cecilia to apologize to him and his son.

Apologize?

It was not impossible for him to force the Emperor and Cecilia to apologize, but that would lead to instability. If others knew that he was putting the Emperor under house arrest in disguise, he would be removed from the position of Chancellor that same day.

Moreover, Albert was biased towards Cecilia in this matter. Especially after knowing that Wei Lun disobeyed military orders, he felt that it was a good thing to kill Cecilia.

Should I help Buhler or Cecilia?

He looked at the thin man with glasses standing next to him, and the other party immediately understood what he meant. Knowing what happened, he leaned close to Albert's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Mr. Prime Minister, if you choose to help Lady Cecilia, it may cause Mr. Buller to become wavering..."

Albert nodded slightly. What his secretary said was right. If he didn't help Buller, Buller might turn from his supporter into a fence-sitter. This would cause big trouble. The prime minister became slightly inclined to help Buller.

"But if you help Mr. Buller, it may cause dissatisfaction among the military. In the past two years, the military's dissatisfaction with you has been growing. It is up to you to decide what to do."

The secretary pushed up his glasses, straightened up, took a step back, and threw the difficult problem to the prime minister again.

His second paragraph made Albert slightly more inclined to not help Buhler, and the secretary's suggestion only made him more conflicted.

After a difficult ideological struggle, he looked at Buller and slowly said:

"Mr. Buller..."

"Prime Minister..."

Buller looked into the prime minister's eyes. He hoped that the prime minister could say what he wanted to hear. As someone close to the prime minister, he knew that the prime minister had the ability to make the emperor and Cecilia bow their heads and apologize to him, even if it was his son's fault.

However, the next second, the prime minister's words disappointed him.

"I'm sorry about your son, but there's nothing I can do to help him disobey military orders."

The prime minister pretended to be helpless.

"You also know that the German army has always attached great importance to discipline, especially the Storm Commandos. Wei Lun joined the Storm Commandos, which means that he must strictly abide by military discipline. But what? Molesting women and beating others are already serious violations of discipline. What's more serious is that he disobeyed military orders. If it were only the first two, I could still help you, but I really can't help you with disobeying military orders."

"As the deputy captain of the Storm Troopers, Lady Cecilia has every right to execute soldiers who disobey military orders. There is nothing unreasonable about her executing Wei Lun who disobeyed military orders on the spot. As the chancellor of the German Empire, I should not favor a soldier who has made a serious mistake. If I do so, His Majesty the Emperor will not be happy, Lady Cecilia will not be happy, and the military will not be happy either."

"I hope you understand my difficulty."

In the end, Albert made his thoughts clear. He would not help Buhler, which made Buhler very disappointed.

Looking at the Prime Minister's eyes with disappointment, Buller gritted his teeth for a few seconds and then said:

"Since you've said that, I can only understand your difficulties..."

"I left because I had something else to do. My wife was waiting at home for me to explain what happened."

Albert nodded, and looking at Buller's disappointed face, he felt a little uneasy.

After looking at the prime minister with an unfathomable look, Buller turned and left the prime minister's office.

After Buhler left, Klein stepped forward and said to his uncle, "Uncle, I don't think you should refuse Mr. Buhler."

Albert glanced at him and said with some dissatisfaction: "If I help him, the military will be even more dissatisfied with me, and I don't want them to be dissatisfied with me again."

"You're right."

Klein shrugged, and he left too.

After walking out of the office, Klein met the unhappy Secretary of the Treasury at the stairs. In order to prevent the Secretary of the Treasury from really becoming a fence-sitter, he stepped forward, stopped him, and pulled him to a place where there was no one.

"Mr. Klein, what are you doing?"

Buller asked dissatisfiedly. First, the prime minister made things difficult for him, and now the prime minister's nephew didn't know what to do. He was afraid of the prime minister, but he was not afraid of the young man in front of him.

"I'm just here to offer you a way to make you feel better."

Klein said with a chuckle, and his words made Buller a little concerned.

(A way to make me feel better?)

Buhler looked around and after confirming that no one was around, he looked at Klein anxiously. He wanted to know if Klein had any way to make him feel better, but he would have to wait for him to say it before making a decision.

Seeing Buhler's anxious eyes, Klein raised the corners of his mouth, smiled silently, and then whispered:

"I know my uncle's approach is biased, so I'm here to offer you a solution that I personally think of."

"It's unrealistic to ask Her Majesty and Cecilia to apologize to you now, but we can start with the person beaten by Wei Lun. The maid is the victim. I can't do anything to her, but I can do something about that yellow monkey. I will force Lady Cecilia to fire him and disgust her and His Majesty the Emperor."

When Buhler heard Klein insult the Kaiser's driver, he frowned slightly. He himself was not a racist.

"What do you think, Mr. Buller?"

Buhler looked at Klein, who was grinning evilly. He noticed something was wrong. If Klein wanted to do something to the driver, he didn't need to come to him.

Now he was happy to see Cecilia and the Kaiser in trouble, but he wanted to know why Klein came to him.

"If you want to do this, you don't have to come to me. What are you doing this for?"

Klein smiled mysteriously and said, "Because I need your help with this matter."

"Need my help?"

Buhler immediately became alert. If his help was needed, who knew whether Klein would use his involvement in the matter as a handle to threaten him.

"Don't be so nervous. What I want you to do is very simple, so simple that no one will suspect you at all."

Klein assured him, and with his assurance, Buller relaxed his guard.

"whats the matter?"

"I need you to do your best to keep Wei Lun's equipment when the Storm Commandos go to recover it. Of course, before the recyclers go to your house, I will try to get them to agree to keep Wei Lun's equipment. After that, you can just bury them with Wei Lun on the surface. After the funeral, I will go to get his equipment. If you can't keep them, it doesn't matter. I will handle the rest of the matter myself, and it will have nothing to do with you at that time."

After listening to Klein's request, Buller fell into deep thought. He asked him to keep Weilun's equipment, so what was he doing? And it was a bit difficult to let him keep the equipment, but after thinking of his son's death, Buller nodded to him.

"I will try my best."

"Very well, if you have kept his equipment from the commandos, then you can just leave his equipment at your house, and I will pick it up from your house after his funeral."

Klein smiled with satisfaction. He extended his hand to Buhler, who shook his hand with a strange expression.

After shaking Buhler's hand vigorously, Klein said to him with a sinister smile, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Buhler. The result may not satisfy you, but it is definitely better than doing nothing."

"It's better not to have anything to do with me from now on. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Buhler quickly pulled his hand back. Klein's smile sent a chill down his spine. He turned around and left without even looking back.

Klein looked at Buhler's receding back and turned away. As he walked away, he said, "Yellow monkey, yellow monkey, what will your performance be like then?"

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Chapter 20 Rest (IV)

While he was sleeping, Lin Shangzhou felt someone holding his head up, and then he put a soft pillow on it. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was Noa who was looking down at him tenderly.

(here we go again…)

Lin Shangzhou was speechless. It had been three days since Noya moved into his house. Every day at noon, when he took a nap on the sofa, he would find Noya putting his head on her thighs. Although it was a kind of enjoyment, it made him very uncomfortable.

"Actually, you don't have to treat me like this every day. The wound on my face doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Lin Shangzhou glanced aside and said that he felt embarrassed to look up at Noah's face at such a close distance.

"You do not want it?"

Noah asked back. This question made Lin Shangzhou speechless. Every time he asked Noah not to take care of himself like this, she would ask him this question. Could he say no?

"I was willing to..."

Noah looked at Lin Shangzhou, whose face was slightly red, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you shy?"

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Shangzhou nodded.

His nod made Noah laugh. She was a girl and she wasn't shy yet, but Lin Shangzhou was shy first.