Bergbraukeller beer hall!

This is a beer hall in the suburbs of Munich, located on the east side of the river next to the gasteig concert hall.

Kong Tingxun’s hat brim was held low, and most of his face was covered by his glasses and scarf. Judging from his appearance.

It is impossible to tell that this slightly short guy is an Oriental.

Behind him was Duke Winter, who was also dressed in a low-key manner.

The two of them thought they had arrived very early, but when they walked into this suburban beer hall, they realized how wrong they were.

The Bergbraukeller beer hall was already crowded with people.

There were people sitting or standing in almost every corner. Some people were holding beers in their hands, and some were not holding beers. They were just holding their hands and stretching their necks, looking at a small stage in the corner of the beer hall.

The stage is very small. If there are people standing on it, it can barely accommodate three or four people.

There is a standing microphone on the stage, which is relatively rare in Prussia.

These things were imported from Ming Dynasty during the honeymoon period between Ming Dynasty and Prussia.

So far, Prussia has not been able to imitate it.

But this is also related to the fact that this thing is not so important. After all, during war, the imitation of weapons always comes first.

Everything else has to come at the back.

Kong Tingxun gave the guard a look, and the guard walked straight to a small table with only two people.

"There's someone here!" Seeing the tall and round guard squeezing over, the also tall and round drinker glanced at this unfamiliar face with dissatisfaction.

"No, there's no one here!" the guard said, handing over a twenty-dollar Reichsmark.

The two big-bodied guys immediately stood up and took the money.

For twenty Reichsmarks, you can buy enough food to feed a family for a week.

These two guys didn't expect that if they came earlier to occupy a spot, they could still sell it for twenty yuan.

Both of them made up their minds that the next time Adolf gave a speech, they would go there early to get a seat.

A new way to generate income for your family!

Kong Tingxun and Duke Winter sat on the chairs, and soon the landlady, who had the same waistline as his height, brought over several large glasses of draft beer.

The beer in the extra-large glass shimmered amber under the light.

The top layer of fine white foam is much classier than the ones in clay pots.

Duke Winter picked it up, took a look at it, and took another sip.

He has the right to be proud, because this kind of glass can only be made in Munich.

Every year, Paris and London have to spend a lot of money to order various glasses from Munich.

Kong Tingxun took out a sausage wrapped in oil paper from his pocket!

Munich sausages are famous for their deliciousness.

Every year, gourmets from Paris and London also spend a lot of money to order in Munich.

But how can the sausages eaten in Paris and London be as authentic as those in Munich?

Moreover, they can eat this kind of sausage for another month at most.

If you want to eat it again, you have to wait until winter.

Although the sausage was good, Duke Winter still pushed away the sausage handed over by Kong Tingxun.

"Bavarians drink and don't eat!" Duke Winter said proudly.

Indeed, in the entire beer hall, only Kong Tingxun ate while drinking.

Kong Tingxun didn't care. He gnawed on a big sausage and sipped a beer, waiting for the protagonist to arrive.

Finally, at seven o'clock in the evening, the noisy beer hall began to quiet down.

A guy with black hair and a black mustache under his nose walked out of the crowd.

When he walked in, everyone in the crowded beer hall consciously separated into two rows to make way for him.

In the huge beer hall, there was no more "buzz" or "buzz" from people talking about things, and the scene was as quiet as if there was no one around.

Duke Winter looked at this scene in surprise!

If he reveals his identity, he can do this.

But he is a hereditary duke, and the guy in front of him is just a failed student at the Vienna Academy of Arts.

Just a tramp who makes a living by helping others draw portraits!

Adolf walked to the small stage expressionlessly and looked at the people in front of him with his deep eyes.

Everyone looked at this person expectantly. Duke Winter was infected by the atmosphere and sat up straight.

Adolf stood on the stage and looked at the people in front of him!

One minute has passed!

Adolf didn't speak, he just kept scanning the audience with sharp eyes like a falcon.

From time to time, I would use my hands to straighten my stiff woolen clothes and pick out inconspicuous little threads from them.

"Before I came today, someone suggested that I tell everyone a joke before the show started.

Saying this will make you accept me more.

In other words, I am more approachable this way.

Am I approachable?

No, I am not approachable, because like you, I am an ordinary person who cannot be more ordinary."

"Ouch...!" The people below immediately cheered and started applauding.

"A few years ago, I, like many of you, fought for this country.

We defeated the French and took Alsace and Lorraine.

For my bravery in combat, I received the Iron Cross First Class and the Iron Cross Second Class.

There are many of you who should be heroes like me.

In fact, we also became heroes.

What did we get?

During the war, the noble lords and the Hebrew merchants made a lot of money.

But what did we get?

No land, no house, no stable job, no happy life, no girlfriend!

It was we who sacrificed our sweat, blood, and even lives for the war.

But we got nothing after the war!

The Hebrews are like blood-sucking leeches, lying on the great Prussian Empire and sucking our blood wantonly.

In order to obtain more benefits, they even went to war with Ming Dynasty.

All right!

War is coming again, and the sons and brothers of the Prussians are on the battlefield again.

Use their blood to strive for glory that is more important than life.

But friends, think about it, who made all the money.

It's those high-ranking nobles and those damn Hebrews.

When you buy a house, you need to get a loan from the Hebrew bank. When you do business, you need to get a loan from their bank.

Even if you raise your children, you have to borrow money from their bank.

Unknowingly, the money you earned through hard work was plundered by the Hebrews until you could barely make ends meet.

I saw that there were many people standing there today, but no one was offered a glass of beer.

Let me ask you, is it because your salary can’t afford beer?

No!

It is you who must repay the interest on the loan to the Hebrews!

They are vampires, vampires lying on each of you."

"Kill the vampire!"

"Kill all the Hebrews!"

"The Hebrews are so bad."

"Adolf, that's very well said."

The poor citizens of Munich suddenly felt sympathy.

Adolf's words spoke to their hearts.

After getting paid every month, the first thing to do is to repay the loan.

Otherwise, those Hebrews will sue you.

You will lose your job, your house, your wife and children, you will lose everything, until you finally fall on the roadside dying and be picked up like garbage and thrown into the incinerator.
To be continued...