A few of us walked out of the First Cinema, got into the car and drove towards the Los Angeles Airport.

"Why did Herbert, George V and Hindenburg come to the United States this time?" On the way, I asked a question I had wanted to ask long ago.

"What are you doing? What do you say?" Hoover laughed when I asked.

"I'm a bitch, I want to know if I'm asking you." I gave Hoover a blank look.

Coolidge replied in a group: "Of course it's for rescue. This economic crisis swept the world, the United States suffered heavy damage, and Europe's life is not much better. The British country is now in chaos, with heavy losses and economic downturn. And Germany's economy is even more at the brink of collapse. You also know that they were the losers in that war. The situation in the mainland was originally the worst in Europe. Although there have been some responsiveness in recent years, it is still very weak. As soon as the economic crisis broke out, the whole of Germany was poor overnight. Last week, the German National Bank announced its bankruptcy, and Mark depreciated and fell dozens of times within a day. I heard that Germans now have to use sacks to put money in sacks to buy things. George V came this time because he was entrusted by the British government to learn new experience from the United States, and Germany is learning and seeking help. "

"So that's it." After listening to Coolidge's introduction, I nodded.

So, the European economy has fallen into the abyss. I am not very interested in George V. Now I focus on Hindenburg and the "good friend" I brought to me.

What impact will this economic crisis have on Xiaowang? Can he still rely on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a shocking career?

These questions keep coming to my mind.

"Damn it, this night is so exciting." Thinking of meeting these gangs of great men, a strange smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

Los Angeles Airport. The blood-red red dragon plane was docked quietly at the airport.

Following my instructions, Lockheed prepared the plane early.

When he saw Coolidge, Hoover and Truman standing behind me, his face was intriguing and surprised.

"Boss. All are ready and can take off at any time." Lockheed took a deep breath.

"Okay, then take off." I waved my hand and walked towards the gangway of the plane first.

Several people entered the plane, sat down and talked and laughed. The plane slowly left the runway and flew into the air with a huge roar.

Looking at the gorgeous night view below, looking at the three guys next to me who were holding red wine and talking yellow jokes. A very interesting idea suddenly appeared in my head: What would happen if the plane fell from the air?

The answer is naturally that the people on the plane are all dead. I am a Caomin. But the three people next to me are different.

One is the former president, the other is the current president, and the other is the future president. There are three presidents in an air crash, and such things are rare in the world.

"Andre, why are your eyes so evil?" Coolidge asked in a low voice when he saw me staring at them.

I shook my head and leaned against my seat and closed my eyes.

It didn't take much time to get from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Before an hour arrived, our plane landed on the airport.

Because he had greeted him earlier, someone there was a receptionist with Harvey and a bunch of Burbank Party elites lined up and waited for a long time.

If you don’t know their background, you will think that these people are so-called successful people.

"Boss, welcome to San Francisco!" Seeing me coming out of the airport, Harvey rushed over and gave me a solid hug.

In short, we haven't met for a long time. During this period, Harvey was responsible for most of the work of the reorganized Burbank Party, and was the second brother's most capable stop.

Compared with the original young man, Harvey has become much more mature and has become more and more like Rest Cameron.

Especially when he smiled, he looked very similar to Rest Cameron. When I saw him, I couldn't help but think of my old friend in heaven.

"Harvey, I haven't seen you for so long. You guys are getting more and more bossy." Coolidge smiled and patted Harvey on the shoulder.

"Mr. President, you've been too proud." Harvey was a little embarrassed by Coolidge's praise.

"I'm not a president, the president is here." Coolidge pointed to Hoover next to him.

"Boss, get in the car. Should I go to my place to rest first or go directly to those two people?" Harvey looked at me and asked for comments.

"Calvin, Herbert, what do you think?" I have to ask Coolidge and Hoover that such things are better. Coolidge and Hoover smiled at each other and said, "These two people don't live together. I think they'd better find a big hotel first, then invite them together, and then take them to Los Angeles together. After all, we don't have much time."

This trick is ruthless.

"Okay. Then do it." I nodded in agreement.

Then, a group of people got into the car, Harvey took us to downtown San Francisco and arranged us in a luxurious villa.

After arriving at the hotel and settling down, Hoover wrote two invitations in person, and then Truman and Coolidge were the errands to invite George V and Hindenburg to come.

After Truman and Coolidge left, Hoover and I sat in the living room while drinking tea while waiting patiently for each other to arrive.

After about an hour, someone came to report that a car came in outside the gate.

Hoover and I didn't dare to be negligent, so we hurried to the door to greet us. The red carpet had already been laid on the high steps, and the two of us stood under the steps, Hoover was in front and I was behind, watching the car opposite us drive over.

There are three or two cars in total. The cars in front are Truman and the two behind are both extended versions. You can tell who is coming from a small German flag hanging on the front of the car.

The car stopped at the door, and Truman ran to open the car door himself, and walked out of the car with a tall and stout man.

He wore a black coat and knew it was changed to the military uniform at a glance, which made the old man look very heroic.

After all, Hindenburg, born in 1847, is an absolute old man. His body is a bit bloated and his movements are a bit slow. However, when he wears this outfit, a solemn wind that only German soldiers can have.

When he got off the car, a follower next to him wanted to support him, but he was turned aside. He obviously didn't want to show that he was old.

This person who risked Germany for the rest of his life and was regarded as a national hero by the Germans. He has countless honors in his life and has been respected by many people.

Although I am old, I am still so tough and tough.

After getting off the bus in Hindenburg, the car behind him also opened the door and walked out of six or seven accompanying him. I recognized the beard from those people at a glance, after all, his beard was too conspicuous.

Wearing a straight suit, wearing a tie in a normal manner, combed his hair into a whole period of time, and following the last part of the team with a folder in his hand.

Looking at Hitler in front of me, I couldn't help laughing.

This is far from our expectations. It is not like a head of state, it is simply an ordinary government employee.

And seeing the people next to him ignore him, it seemed that his status in this team was not very high.

I really don't understand how this guy ran into this delegation? If I remember correctly, this guy should be doing sports in history.

Just as I was thinking about it, Hindenburg and his group had already walked up to Hoover and me.

Hindenburg held Hoover's hand with a smile on his face and politely.

Through the translation, I knew he was saying hello to Hoover.

"Mr. Corleon, I'm glad to see you." When the old man walked up to me, I felt darkness in front of me, and his tall and strong figure had already blocked all the street lights in front of me.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and I could only feel a surge of pressure coming to my face.

"Hello, Your Excellency President." I smiled brightly.

"I like watching your movies very much." Hindenburg turned his face and asked the translator to tell me this sentence.

This old man is really funny. He is obviously not interested in movies and even saying such unwilling words, which is really embarrassing to him.

"Especially the "Brave Heart", I have watched it many times. If your movie could be shot more than ten years ago, I think Germany would never be defeated!"

When he said this, the muscles on his face twitched significantly, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

At first I didn't understand, but I understood it soon.

He meant that if "Brave Heart" was filmed during World War I, the Germans would definitely have another performance when they saw a movie like this, and they might have charged the British and French like William Wallace.

This is the biggest praise this Field Marshal has for my movies.

And his words immediately retracted my thoughts about his never-seeing my movie.

If he hadn't watched "Brave Heart" and had a deep understanding, he would not have said such words.

"Marson, this is the highest praise I have heard for my movie!" I immediately straightened my back and held the old, strong and powerful hands.

In fact, I have always respected this German marshal and the president of the Weimar Republic.

From beginning to end, he was a person who was extremely loyal to the country and could sacrifice his life for the country at any time, an absolute hero.

"Hahahaha." Hindenburg laughed, then he pointed at himself and said something.

"The president said that you call him Marshal, he is very happy. He hasn't heard others call him that for a long time. He said he is old and can no longer go to the battlefield for the country."

When the translator said this to me, Hindenburg smiled at me knowingly.

The old man's smile is so kind that it warms my heart.

After saying hello to me, accompanied by Hoover, Hindenburg walked in.

The followers he brought followed them, and I stood under the steps and greeted them one by one. When the last mustache walked up to me, we both smiled at the same time.

Then, we opened our arms and hugged each other warmly.

"Adolf, I really didn't expect to see you in the United States. How could you..." I pointed to the normal suit on Hitler.

Hitler was so happy that he laughed, and then waved his hand generously: "I don't know that I will come to this point, and I'll tell you if I have time."

We walked into the living room side by side, and the guest and guest in the living room sat down, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little serious.

Hoover and Hindenburg were sitting in the middle, and I chose to sit at the last position on the side, deliberately sitting with my beard.

After sitting down, Hindenburg began to talk to Hoover, which was naturally the international situation. Hindenburg was moved by the situation in Germany, with a very painful expression, and then began to praise the United States' performance in the economic crisis. The two talked very speculatively.

And while I took advantage of this time, I also started to chat with Xiaomou.

"It's hard to say." When I asked what the beard had been doing this year, he waved his hand.

"This year, my main thing is to develop my party! There is nothing more important than this! I have put all my energy on it! Thank God, the Nazi Party is developing very well now. The party members are increasing rapidly and their strength continues to grow! I also want to thank you for your support."

Hitler talked about the Nazi Party, his eyes shone and his expression was excited.

His use of "my party" to describe the Nazi party made me smile.
To be continued...