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"So, you convinced Bavaria Prime Minister Herd to lift the restrictions on the Nazi Party by using the argument of future compliance with the government's arrangements?"
Hindenburg is somewhat surprised. In his view, this troublemaking junior officer from Austria doesn't seem like someone who would peacefully seize power.
"Exactly. The lesson from last time tells me that seizing power through violence is useless. We should take power through legal means."
Hitler is talking about legality, not peace. In his view, violence and non-violence are just means. In order to achieve his goals, he can use either of them at any time. His outwardly disguised submission is just a tool to numb the enemy.
"Very well, it seems you realize your way out, it's useless to oppose the National Defense Forces. Once you have German citizenship, I will arrange for you to become the Minister of Post." Hindenburg nodded.
Hitler quickly expressed his gratitude and praised President Hindenburg's kindness, knowing that the old man in front of him was not easily swayed, but he was very disdainful in his heart.
"Minister of Post? One day, I will take your place," Hitler thought.
"However, you've been in prison for too long. Have you forgotten how to clean a room?" Hindenburg suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Hitler was somewhat puzzled.
"Take a look at this," Hindenburg gestured to the attendant next to him to hand a piece of paper to Hitler.
Hitler took it with some confusion, not really understanding Hindenburg's meaning. He briefly glanced at it and contemptuously said, "What's written here? Nonsense. Can you believe that someone actually buys into Marx's Jewish people stuff? Is there a Communist infiltrator among us in the Nazi Party?" Then Hitler went on to start his lengthy speech, beginning with condemning the Jewish people for usury since the Middle Ages, all the way to the betrayal of Germany by the Jewish people during the European War. He then warmly greeted Marx's family and the leaders of the German Communist Party, and then he swore that he would definitely solve the Jewish people problem.
"Gregor Strasser."
After listening to Hitler ramble on for half an hour, Hindenburg finally decided to interrupt this tedious circus performance. The name he uttered seemed to have a magical effect, forcing the tireless Hitler to abruptly stop his act.
"Excuse me, President Hindenburg, I didn't quite catch what you just said?"
“Gregor Strasser, this is the new program passed by the National Socialist Party in Berlin,” Hindenburg said slowly, delivering words that struck Hitler like a thunderbolt.
“This is impossible!” Hitler exclaimed, his voice sharp and piercing, as if he were sawing through a table leg. “How could Strasser betray me? He should be my loyal follower!”
"Nothing is impossible; the fact is that Strasser is no longer satisfied with being the leader of the Nazi Party in Berlin. He wants to take your position, Hitler."
If Strasser knew what Hindenburg said, he would surely laugh and tell the Old Marshal that not only does he want to take Hitler's position, but he also wants to take your place, you old lamp.
"This is outright betrayal!" A now calm Hitler gritted his teeth and spat out a few sentences.
"The upper echelons of the Nazi Party are all a bunch of traitors; they have betrayed me! A purge must be carried out against them!"
"It doesn't matter about the others; I could even send the National Defense Forces to help you with the purge, but Strasser is off-limits." Hindenburg looked at the furious corporal in front of him and found it somewhat amusing.
"Why?" Hitler asked, somewhat confused.
"He has now gained the support of Ludendorff and Seeckt, which means he also has backing from some members of the National Defense Forces. Even as President, it won't be easy to move against him." Hindenburg said with some helplessness. If Ludendorff were willing to listen to him, Strasser would be nothing to worry about.
Not so easy to move against? That means it is still possible! Thinking this, Hitler immediately grasped Field Marshal Hindenburg's hand, tears in his eyes as he poured out his grievances.
"President Hindenburg! You must help me! The Nazi Party is something I built from the ground up; it's like my child. How can I let it be taken away by others, especially due to the instigation of the Bolsheviks? You must help me protect my child!"
Hitler displayed such genuine emotion that Hindenburg was led to believe that this Bohemian corporal was not a troublemaker, but rather a sensitive intellectual. He helplessly reassured him, "Don't worry too much; we are still in a position of advantage. The Social Democratic Party contacted me earlier, and as soon as Seeckt and his group make a mistake, we can kick Seeckt out. Without their protection, what can Strasser use to fight you?"
Hitler expressed his heartfelt gratitude to President Hindenburg and began to extol Hindenburg's achievements to the fullest extent until Hindenburg, growing impatient, waved him off, signaling that he could leave. Hitler then departed Hanover Manor accompanied by his attendants.
Stepping out of the door, Hitler looked at the still clear sky. "Social Democratic Party? It seems they have no intention of letting the murderer of President Albert go," he thought, and a smug smile spread across his face as he couldn't help but mock Strasser from the North.
"Ha ha! Strasser, did you not expect this? You thought you could strengthen your own power by killing President Albert, but your enemies are multiplying faster than you can develop. Meanwhile, I have aligned myself with Field Marshal Hindenburg. Who is truly benefiting here?"
"Mein Führer!" Hes, who was waiting at the door, saluted.
"Let's go back to Bavaria," Hitler said confidently, planning to make a significant move.
"First, deal with those traitors, then harvest the fence-sitters."
"Achoo!"
Far away in Berlin, Strasser suddenly felt a chill, unsure of who was thinking of him. Was it Bettina? Or Anna? Strasser felt a bit embarrassed.
"What's wrong with you, young man?" Seeckt asked.
"Don't you know you can't zone out when speaking to a general?" Ludendorff said, somewhat displeased.
"Sorry, General Siket," Strasser immediately stood up to apologize.
Seeckt waved his hand, signaling Strasser not to take it to heart; he was not a traditional soldier like Ludendorff and was not so petty.
"It's fine. So, did you take in what I just said?"
"Have a good discussion with the people from Leningrad about cooperation matters, to bridge the gap between the Soviets and the entrepreneurs and facilitate their collaboration."
Strasser repeated this word for word, but he was still somewhat puzzled. "General, I don't understand. Isn't this something that should be handled by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Why is it my turn?"
"Why should it be your turn?"
"Hahaha!"
Seeckt and Ludendorff looked at each other and couldn't help bursting into laughter, gasping for breath.
Strasser looked at the two of them laughing uncontrollably, feeling a bit bewildered. He didn't understand what he had said that was so funny. Seeckt suppressed his laughter and managed to say, "This is what you deserve, Major, or rather, this is what you have fought for."
Strasser: ???
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