Therefore, we must take a long-term view. We must also go global as sworn brothers. This is called having a pattern.

"good!"

"good!"

Zhang Yong was very satisfied.

Order people to remove the mess.

Then the three of them sat down separately.

"From now on, I will share my good luck with you. You will all have a bright future."

"What future?"

Rokossovsky asked dully.

After all, he was not a child. He realized that he might have been fooled.

I don’t know what kind of tricks this Zhang Yong was up to. He and Rommel wanted to drink human blood.

"Here, here's the money for you two."

Zhang Yong did not explain immediately. Instead, he took out two thick bundles of banknotes.

Each bundle is worth five thousand oceans. A total of ten thousand.

Contracted brothers, of course they must be willing to invest.

No mark.

No rubles.

These things are useless in China.

It's probably impossible for them to take it back. So, give me a banknote.

Huaxia makes money and Huaxia flowers. I want to take them home. In the end, these banknotes will return to the big pot of Huaxia.

"Give us money?" Rommel said with a straight face, "What are you doing?"

"I, Zhang Yong, am also a person of status now. As my contractual brothers, of course you can't be too shabby." Zhang Yong said straightforwardly.

Seeing the confused looks in their eyes, he explained in German and Russian respectively, "In China, money can help you do many things. This includes hiring people to do work, spying on intelligence, buying intelligence, and even hiring murderers. Money is not everything.

.But you can’t do it without money.”

Rokossovsky:…

Rommel:......

Okay, I seem to understand.

The reality is indeed this. Money can be exchanged for materials.

"I want to know what the future is."

Rokossovsky continued to ask. He was very concerned about this question.

Can you not care?

He almost died.

Fortunately, his old boss Timoshenko arranged for a blank bomb.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they even thought of a way to secretly send him to China, keeping his name anonymous and avoiding the limelight.

In fact, over there, his file records that he was in jail.

In case something changes again...

"We Chinese people have a proverb: If you survive a disaster, you will be blessed later."

"What's the meaning?"

"After experiencing hardships, you will grow rapidly. God will compensate you twice or tenfold for everything you lose."

"How to compensate?"

"You will become one of the giants of the army."

"..."

Rokossovsky was silent.

Obviously, he felt that what Zhang Yong said was too outrageous.

Military giant!

Just kidding!

Now, he is just a senior colonel.

Born in 1896, he is no longer young. He is already forty years old. He has been in the army for more than 20 years.

How is it possible that there is still a chance to change one's fate against the odds?

silence.

Express disbelief.

"What about me?"

Rommel suddenly interrupted.

He is very knowledgeable and knows some Russian.

Relatively speaking, Rokossovsky was relatively closed-minded and did not understand German.

"You will also become a giant in the army."

"Yeah?"

"Of course. Do you think I would make a contract with two losers? The person I like is of course an outstanding genius."

"You're exaggerating."

Rommel was very calm. He was not overwhelmed by the ecstasy soup at all.

He has not experienced too serious hardships. Therefore, he has no expectations for Zhang Yong's good luck.

Now, he just wants to complete the secret mission as soon as possible and then return to China.

From now on, it has nothing to do with Zhang Yong.

Unless Zhang Yong came to Germany, he would not act like a landlord.

"Time is the best proof, right?"

Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

Rommel thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

That's right, let time prove it.

Whether what Zhang Yong said about good luck is true or false, time will tell the answer.

But now...

Rokossovsky brought the topic back, "You seem to be here to inspect the battlefield."

"Yes." Zhang Yong nodded and stood up, "I will lead the troops to fight soon. You will see soon whether I have good luck or not."

"what are you up to?"

"Lead the soldiers into charge and fight the Japanese."

"Ah? Do you want to charge personally?"

"Yes."

"You will be beaten to death."

"That means my good luck has come to an end."

"Well……"

"If I can come back alive, it means my good luck is still there."

"Well……"

"Just wait here. I'll be back soon."

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Leave in style.

The sun sets and the day comes to an end.

At night, it’s Zhang Yong’s home court again!

[To be continued]
Chapter completed!