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"Is this the headquarters of the ethnic group Labour Party? It's really huge," Bukharin said, looking at the magnificent building in front of him.
On this trip, he only brought a few bodyguards and flew to Berlin on a private plane, of course, in secret.
Because he was afraid that there were undercover agents of Stalin among the people around him, he only brought a few of his most trusted individuals. Of course, Bukharin had communicated with the Berlin side in advance, and they indicated that they would personally greet the Chairman of the Communist International at the airport. When the private plane carrying Bukharin landed at Berlin Airport, he saw an unusually orderly black procession lined up on the ground, forming a long line that created a symbol of Hammer and Sword.
"I have to say, it's quite innovative."
The captain of Bukharin's security team exclaimed, and the nearby guards nodded in agreement.
With an anxious heart, Bukharin stepped off the plane.
He saw a short man walking briskly out of the black ceremonial guard, who tightly shook Bukharin's hand; it was Goebbels.
"Joseph Goebbels, Chairman of the Communist International, Comrade Nikolai Ivanovich Bukharin, I warmly welcome you on behalf of the Germanic people and the Labour Party.
I am personally one of your readers; I have read your works 'The World Economy and Imperialism,' 'The Economics of the Transitional Period,' and 'Communism ABC.' I find your writings very insightful."
Goebbels was very excited about Bukharin's arrival, although there is no clear historical record indicating that Goebbels was a devoted fan of Bukharin. However, from his early left-wing thoughts and his writings in "National Socialism ABC," which mimic Bukharin, it can be inferred that he was indeed a loyal reader of Bukharin.
"I am also very pleased to meet you, Comrade Goebbels, but let's talk about writing later; we clearly have more important matters to attend to now."
Bukharin decided to get straight to the point after a brief exchange of pleasantries, feeling increasingly pressed for time due to Stalin's threat. "Of course, time is life," he said. Goebbels nodded.
Thus, Bukharin and his group quickly arrived at the German National Workers' Party Headquarters in Berlin. The original Soviet-German Kare Building, after being redesigned by Speer, appeared larger and more magnificent than before, thanks to his clever use of visual effects. Importantly, these modifications did not cost Strasser much money, which was the most crucial aspect.
A single Speer has such great utility; having tasted success, Strasser is determined to continue seeking out historical talents. He has no intention of slowly nurturing cadres; he is eager to quickly assemble a leadership team that can be rapidly developed. Under Goebbels' leadership, Bukharin entered the interior of this magnificent building.
Looking around, the interior scenery is no less impressive than the outside.
Speer transformed the building in a Gothic style, which evolved from Romanesque architecture and is an inheritance of Renaissance architecture. It features soaring, steep designs, with colorful stained glass windows, pointed arches, ribbed vaults, and flying buttresses.
Bukharin smelled a strong medieval scent, and with the members in vanguard uniforms standing like sculptures on both sides of the road, Bukharin thought this place was like an administrative hall in the 15th century. Of course, if these handsome uniforms had a more classical flavor, it would be even more convincing. "This way, Comrade Bukharin."
Upon reaching the second floor and turning right after passing through a corridor, Goebbels signaled to Bukharin that they had reached their destination. The vanguard members behind him stopped and stood by the corridor, waiting attentively.
Bukharin's bodyguard turned his gaze towards his leader, and upon receiving his affirmative signal, also stood by.
Following Goebbels, Bukharin arrived at the door of an office, knowing that he was about to meet the leader of the ethnic group Labour Party.
However, when he reached the door, Bukharin clearly heard the sound of discussion coming from inside the room. Obviously, although the decoration of this building looks luxurious, the quality of the materials used is uneven, and the sound insulation effect is limited. "We need to build one hundred concentration camps in the coming year, each equipped with enough gas chambers to efficiently and quickly eliminate the enemy."
After it is built, we can bring the Jewish people and..."
Hearing this, Bukharin shuddered, feeling a bit panicked at the thought that he himself is also Jewish people. Could it be that he had just escaped the wolf's den, only to enter the tiger's mouth?
But Goebbels didn't think about this at all, he just opened the door and walked in.
"Leader, I have brought Chairman Bukharin here."
Goebbels saluted and then respectfully said, "Oh? Is this the Chairman of the Comintern, Comrade Bukharin?"
Strasser put down the blueprint in his hands, standing next to him was Speer. Just moments ago, he was discussing with Speer how to construct the concentration camps. He planned to first capture some Jewish capitalists; although it was not yet time to completely sever ties with the bourgeoisie, it was still acceptable to arrest a few capitalists under the guise of anti-Semitism to regain some favor.
"Nice to meet you, Comrade Strasser."
Bukharin hesitated; he was unsure of the proper etiquette to greet Strasser. Should he salute like Goebbels? Strasser across from him shared the same concern. As far as he knew, the way people from the Soviet Union greeted each other was by kissing on the cheeks and sharing a kiss to express the close camaraderie among comrades.
However, this approach might be just right for Ernst Röhm, but it was too advanced for Strasser. In the end, Strasser decided that a simple handshake would suffice. "Comrade Bukharin, we already know the purpose of your visit; why don't we discuss the issues regarding the Communist International now?"
Strasser decided to get straight to the point; he did not like to waste words.
"I appreciate your directness, but before we proceed, I would like to ask what these blueprints on the table are for. I just heard that you are planning to build concentration camps and gas chambers. What is the purpose of this?"
Bukharin decided to first ensure his own safety.
Upon hearing this, Strasser immediately retracted his smile, and Speer beside him did the same. They both looked at Bukharin with serious expressions, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.
"Did I say something wrong? Are they planning to kill us now?"
Bukharin felt a surge of anxiety at that moment as he began to fumble for the gun at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment.
"This is for environmental protection, Comrade Bukharin," Strasser said after a long pause, a lightbulb going off in his mind as he found a suitable excuse, smiling as he spoke.
"Environmental protection?"
Bukharin was puzzled. This term seemed too advanced for him.
"Environmental protection, abbreviated as environmental protection."
The environmentally friendly approach refers to the adoption of administrative, legal, economic, scientific, and technological measures, as well as the efforts of grassroots environmental organizations. It emphasizes the rational use of natural resources to prevent pollution and destruction of the environment, aiming for a balanced and sustainable development that harmonizes the natural environment with cultural and economic environments. This includes expanding the reproduction of useful resources to ensure social development.
"But why do you have to do this?" Bukharin was puzzled. "The London smog event of 1873 reminded me that while industrial development is important, we also need to protect the environment. Otherwise, if all of Europe is shrouded in smog, we will have nowhere to live."
"The greenhouse effect is an international issue that requires the support of all Europeans. To raise awareness, I want to promote an initiative across Europe." Strasser quickly sketched on a blank sheet of paper and then held it up. "I have designed an air filter specifically for those who truly care about the quality of the air they breathe."
At the top are two connectors inserted into the nostrils to filter the inhaled air. There are holes at the bottom, and when you open it, there is a small filter inside that can be replaced. When worn, it looks like leaving a small mustache."
Strasser took a deep breath and exaggeratedly demonstrated its effect. "In the future, if you purchase such a filter, the Labour Party will give you a free armband." Strasser turned around and took out an extra black background hammer and sickle armband from the drawer.
"On top it will say 'I am the ultimate solution,' which means 'I am the ultimate solution to pollution.'
It's already a serious problem. According to my personal statistics, about 82% of greenhouse gases are caused by carbon dioxide.
As humans, we have been exhaling carbon dioxide all along."
"So I believe that to make the world a better place, we need to eliminate five to six million people." Strasser deliberately paused, looking at Bukharin's wide eyes, and continued with a smile, "Those who still do not believe that air pollution is a problem, especially the Jewish people."
"What we can do is gather these people together, put them in a small room, and then fill the room with toxic greenhouse gases, allowing them to experience a bit... you know what I mean, Comrade Bukharin, what it feels like to breathe such gas. Then they will surely agree with my point of view."
As he said this, looking at Bukharin, who seemed to have understood the purpose of concentration camps and gas chambers, Strasser pulled out his handgun.
"If they don't want to do this," Strasser loaded his Walther P38, his tone suddenly shifting, "we will resolve it with force. If necessary, we will start from Poland and then expand to..."
At that moment, for some unknown reason, Strasser accidentally pulled the trigger, and then there was a loud bang. Bukharin watched as the handgun aimed directly at him erupted with flames.
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