Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

Lin Shangzhou stood up and walked out of his room. He saw Letitia sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper. He moved closer and found that Letitia was reading the Workers' Daily, and the content happened to be the story he wrote.

"How's the story I wrote?"

Lin Shangzhou asked, lying on the edge of the sofa.

Letitia turned her head, looked at him, and nodded vigorously several times.

"It's very interesting. When you told me that you wrote this story, I was really surprised. I didn't expect it to be you."

"Let me see where the progress is on this."

"Ah."

He took the newspaper and read the contents. After reading for a few seconds, he returned the newspaper to Letitia. She took the newspaper and continued to read the contents with relish. Seeing that Letitia was reading so seriously, Lin Shangzhou rolled his eyes and said:

"Next, the Nameless One should go to a place called the Giant's Cemetery..."

After hearing Lin Shangzhou's story, Letitia hurriedly shook her head to stop him.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. As an author, please don't tell me what will happen next. Don't tell me!"

"Hahaha, okay, I've finished writing the manuscript and will take it to the newspaper tomorrow to let the deputy editor-in-chief take a look. After that, I'll prepare for publishing. Since you like it so much, I'll get you a copy after the book is printed."

Lin Shangzhou said with a smile.

"Really? Then thank you in advance."

Hearing that Lin Shangzhou wanted to get her a novel, Letitia nodded excitedly.

"Didn't you have dinner in the restaurant? I'm going out to eat, you can read a book at home."

"Ah."

After Lin Shangzhou finished speaking, he walked to the door, changed his shoes and went out. When he came to the street outside the apartment, he randomly chose a direction to walk in. It was not too late, only nearly seven o'clock, so he could stroll leisurely outside for a while.

Walking slowly on the street, he saw a newsstand. He went over and took a look at the newspapers on sale. After seeing the "Workers' Daily", Lin Shangzhou bought a copy to contribute to his own newspaper. However, after buying the newspaper, he just held it between his arms with no intention of reading it.

As he was walking through a dark alley, a gangster jumped out from inside and blocked his way with a vicious look on his face. Lin Shangzhou glanced at him and tried to go around him, but the gangster reached out to stop him.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Lin Shangzhou fanned away the smell of smoke from the gangster and asked with a frown, of course this was just a polite remark, he knew very well what this guy wanted to do, he wanted to extort some money from him and bully the Chinese.

"Looking at your clothes, sir, I guess you are a Chinese with a respectable job, right?"

As he spoke, the gangster rubbed his hands together, hunched his back and said to Lin Shangzhou: "I'm short of money recently, so I want to borrow some from you. I think you can understand what I mean."

At the end he clenched his fists, his words full of threats.

Lin Shangzhou has always looked down on such thugs who bully the weak, and this man's words showed that he had extorted other Chinese people in the same way, which intensified Lin Shangzhou's anger.

He looked around and saw that there were not many people on the street. No one noticed them, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said to the gangster, "Of course I am willing to lend it to you. Please come over here first."

"Oh, you are such a nice guy."

The gangster was happy. He didn't expect that the Chinese man in front of him would be scared by him so easily. He followed Lin Shangzhou into the alley without any precautions.

After walking to the end of the alley, Lin Shangzhou stopped and turned to face the gangster. Seeing Lin Shangzhou stopped, the gangster urged: "Hurry up, where's the money?"

"money?"

Lin Shangzhou snorted coldly, pulled out the newspaper from his right arm with his left hand, and slapped the gangster in the face quickly and forcefully.

"I'll give your mom money!"

Before the gangster could react, Lin Shangzhou kicked him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. Then he pinned him to the ground and beat him up while cursing at him.

He can't beat a soldier like Wei Lun, but he can make Wei Lun confused, so why can't he beat this kind of gangster?

The thug lay on the ground with his hands on his head and kept begging for mercy. Lin Shangzhou finally kicked him in the stomach, then picked up a newspaper that had fallen on the ground, brushed off the dust, and warned the thug: "Don't let me run into you again, and don't let you pay attention to the Chinese again, otherwise it won't be as simple as a beating."

"Yes, yes, Mr. China, I get it. I will never bully Chinese people again!"

Lin Shangzhou held the newspaper under his arm again and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

After walking out of the alley, he turned right and then he heard someone calling him.

"Sir, what happened in there?"

"Nothing, I just taught the little thug a lesson..."

Lin Shangzhou turned around and spoke to the man. After seeing the man's face, Lin Shangzhou's voice gradually became smaller.

The man saw Lin Shangzhou had been looking at him, he chuckled and asked:

"You look at me like that. Does that mean you know me?"

Then Lin Shangzhou nodded, which surprised the man.

"Are you Paul Goebbels?"

Lin Shangzhou asked tentatively. He was very sure that the man in front of him was Goebbels. He didn't expect to meet him here.

"Yes, who are you?"

Goebbels nodded slightly and asked in confusion.

"My name is Fritz Hipper, you can just call me Fritz. I am the new story editor of the newspaper. In other words, you and I are colleagues. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Goebbels."

Lin Shangzhou extended his right hand to him and introduced himself very friendly.

After hearing Lin Shangzhou's self-introduction, the doubts on Goebbels' face disappeared, replaced by a kind smile. He held Lin Shangzhou's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Hello, Fritz, I'm Paul Goebbels. I won't go into detail about my identity. I'm also very happy to meet you. And you can just call me Paul."

After the self-introductions, the relationship between the two quickly became much closer. Goebbels looked into the alley and asked curiously, "Fritts, what were you doing in the alley just now?"

"Nothing. A thug saw that I was Chinese and wanted to extort some money from me, so I beat him up."

"Is that so? Then there's no need for me to call the police."

Goebbels said, and then he asked Lin Shangzhou: "What are your plans for the future, Fritz?"

"I'm going to have dinner, do you want to join me?"

Lin Shangzhou extended an invitation to Goebbels, who readily nodded.

"Of course, I also have something I want to ask you."

Then the two of them found a restaurant and went in.

While waiting for the waiter to serve the food, Goebbels asked Lin Shangzhou: "Fritts, I read your story. It's really interesting and creative."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I lack creativity and innovation in writing scripts and stories. I have tried to publish my novels in newspapers, but the feedback I received was not very good. I have read your stories and I know that they can increase newspaper sales, so I would like to ask how you came up with such creativity?"

Goebbels looked at Lin Shangzhou sincerely, and his sincere eyes told Lin Shangzhou that he really wanted to ask this question.

"this...."

Lin Shangzhou didn't know how to answer Goebbels' question. After all, the two of them had been in different environments in the past and had been exposed to different things. Naturally, there were great differences in innovation and creativity. He remembered that Goebbels in OTL had written novels and scripts, but it took a long time to publish them, which was enough to prove how mediocre his novels were.

Seeing that Lin Shangzhou was slow to speak, Goebbels said:

"I know this question is a little difficult to answer, so you don't have to rush to answer me."

After thinking about this question for a few minutes, Lin Shangzhou came up with an answer in his mind: learn to use your imagination to the fullest.

“Paul, to create a creative story, you need to imagine.”

"Imagination? I think I have enough imagination."

Goebbels said with dissatisfaction that he was not very satisfied with Lin Shangzhou's answer.

Lin Shangzhou raised his eyebrows and said:

"You see, the fact that you say that proves that you have no imagination."

"I ask you, can you write a story set in another continent like I did? I ask you, can you write a setting where the nameless person dies and regrets his rebirth at the bonfire like I did? Finally, I ask you, can you connect the soul and the increase of power together like I did?"

Lin Shangzhou asked three questions in a row, leaving Goebbels speechless. Goebbels knew very well that he could not answer Lin Shangzhou's questions. After seeing that Lin Shangzhou set the stage of the story on a fictional continent, he found it very novel. The characters would be reborn at the campfire after death, and killing enemies would give them souls, which could be used to enhance their own strength. All these made him feel very wonderful.

After realizing that he was indeed inferior to Lin Shangzhou, Goebbels lowered his head and said:

"Sorry, it seems my imagination is not very vivid."

"No need to apologize. We are all different. We all have our strengths. Don't be too discouraged. I believe you can create a good and interesting story."

Lin Shangzhou touched his nose and told him that he actually felt guilty, after all, what he said was not what he had conceived.

He knew that Goebbels was not suitable for literary creation, but he was a first-class expert in the field of propaganda, and he made an indispensable contribution to the Nazi Party's strong influence.

"How about this, I'll teach you how to write an innovative story, would you like that?"

Lin Shangzhou asked. He felt that since Goebbels had not embarked on the evil path, he should let him go further and further on the right path and he would help him.

"Of course I do."

Goebbels nodded vigorously without hesitation. As he loved literary creation, he would naturally seize this good opportunity to improve himself.

"Then Paul, you should return to the newspaper tomorrow. I will tell the deputy editor-in-chief about this matter and I will teach you how to write a good story."

"Fritts, thank you for being willing to teach me. What can I do for you?"

Goebbels asked sincerely.

(What can you do for me?)

Lin Shangzhou thought about this problem. He was not a politician, and Goebbels’ propaganda ability was of no use to him... Let’s talk about it later.

"Let's talk about it later. I'll tell you when I need you."

"okay."

Then the two of them talked while eating. After dinner, they walked and talked all the way, and finally parted at the intersection where Lin Shangzhou's apartment was.

“It’s such a wonderful feeling…”

Lin Shangzhou stretched and muttered to himself that Goebbels, who was supposed to be a devil, has now become a literary creator, and is very interested in talking to him about his creations.

It would be great if the history of OTL was like this...

But Lin Shangzhou was just thinking about it. History had already happened, and given the situation in Germany at the time, the emergence of a Hitler was inevitable. Even if there was no Hitler, there would be Southern Hitler, Eastern Hitler and Northern Hitler.

Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, Lin Shangzhou walked towards the apartment. He began to look forward to how his book would sell.

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Chapter 35 Teaching

The next day, March 4th, Lin Shangzhou rode his bicycle to the newspaper office early in the morning, carrying his backpack containing his written manuscript, taking his portable typewriter, and when he arrived at the newspaper office, he first ran to the deputy editor-in-chief's office and handed him his manuscript, asking him to take a look first.

The deputy editor-in-chief was a little surprised by Lin Shangzhou's arrival. He thought he would have to wait for a few days, but he didn't expect it to be completed in a week. He took the manuscript from Lin Shangzhou, glanced at a few pages, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, very good. By the way, Fritz, what pen name are you going to use?"

"pen name?"

Lin Shangzhou was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was publishing a novel and he was the author, so he could either use his own name or a pen name.

"As for the pen name, Deputy Editor-in-Chief, please let me think about it."

"It's okay. There's plenty of time. Think of a pen name that you're satisfied with."

The deputy editor-in-chief sorted out the manuscript papers and placed them on the table, waiting quietly for Lin Shangzhou's answer.

He didn't think about it for too long. A pen name doesn't require much thought.

"Deputy Editor, my pen name will be Phil, a combination of part of my first name and part of my last name."

"Phil? Yeah, I get it. You go back to work. I'll take care of the printing and publishing matters later."

The deputy editor nodded and wrote the word "Phil" on the manuscript paper.

Lin Shangzhou did not turn around and leave, but said to the deputy editor-in-chief:

"Deputy Editor, I met Goebbels last night. After talking with him, I decided to teach him how to write like me. Since his home is far from mine, I hope to teach him during working hours. Do you agree?"

'Of course.'

The deputy editor-in-chief nodded readily. Although he did not expect Lin Shangzhou to teach Goebbels, this was exactly what he expected. How could he not agree?

"Thank you."