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On the evening of March 1, 1926, at nine o'clock, in the small town of Lugano, the first day of the Lugano diplomacy conference ended successfully after a pleasant conversation with the British ambassador. Although I did not personally attend the event, the private conversation with the approachable Viscount Chamberlain made significant progress.
After returning to my country residence, Mr. Stresemann told me about the significant breakthrough he achieved at the meeting today. He had frank exchanges with various ambassadors, especially the French ambassador.
("Damn the Frenchman, dare to fight me?")
Mr. Stresemann stood up from his seat, took off his suit, and strode towards Aristide.)
We have fully exchanged views on some concerning topics with the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
("Am I afraid of you, you greenhorn? Since France can defeat Germany, then France's diplomacy officials must also be able to defeat Germany's."
Although Aristide is much older than Stresemann, his tall stature makes him unafraid of fighting.)
Increased mutual understanding.
(Stresemann rushed up and punched Aristide, who quickly dodged, but then tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Stresemann immediately took advantage of the situation and continued to attack him.)
Dialogue is beneficial.
("Calm down! Mr. Stresemann, Foreign Minister Aristide is already 64 years old and can't withstand a beating. If you kill him, it will cause a diplomacy dispute." The Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs hurriedly ran over, holding back the furious Stresemann)
But we maintain a reserved attitude towards the conditions proposed by the French people.
(While Stresemann was being held back by the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Belgium Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Aristide got up from the ground and gave Stresemann a fierce blow.)
"You bastard! How dare you ambush me!"
Stresemann roared and forcefully shook off the two ministers who were pulling him, and charged directly at the French people.
"Not only will I ambush, but I can also knock you down!"
Aristide is also not to be underestimated. The two of them started another full-scale fight, and for a while, all kinds of weapons were flying around the large conference room. Tables and chairs were banging, and anything that could be used as a weapon was put into use.
After a great deal of effort, the five Ministry of Foreign Affairs officials from other country finally managed to completely control the exhausted Stresemann and the bruised Aristide.
The Italian Foreign Minister looked at the chaotic conference room and said with lingering fear:
"Shall we take a break for today and discuss this issue again tomorrow? There's more than one person from both France and the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right? Let's have them send someone else tomorrow." The other four officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nodded in agreement.
"I'm going to kill you sooner or later, you bastard!"
As the Italian Ministry of Foreign Affairs chief was being forcibly escorted out of the room by Stresemann, he turned back and said fiercely.
"Can't hold on until morning! Bastard!" Aristide was also unwilling to show weakness. He grumbled as he was dragged away from the meeting room by the Poland ambassador through the back door.
However, temporary disagreements don't count for much. We came to Lugano with sincerity, and after all, this is only the first day.
Tomorrow, I will personally take action. With a spirit of peace and a determination to reconcile with France, I will work to bring about the signing of this treaty.
The next morning, Strasser personally drove with Stresemann to the meeting location. The distance was not far, and they quickly arrived at the site, where they encountered Viscount Chamberlain at the entrance.
"Good morning, Mr. Chamberlain," Strasser said, tipping his hat in greeting.
"Good morning, young man. I heard that this gentleman next to you had a little trouble with the French people yesterday?" Chamberlain said with an inexplicable smile as he looked at Stresemann.
Strasser looked at Stresemann with some confusion. "What happened yesterday? Didn't you say the meeting made significant progress? That I just needed to wrap things up today by myself? Is that not the case?"
The latter awkwardly touched his nose and said, "It is indeed a minor issue. We have reached a consensus on the macro aspects of the key issue, but there is a dispute in the specific implementation, so we need you to solve this problem. This is a test for you, understand?"
"I see. Don't worry, I can handle the problem on my own. Just wait for my message outside."
Strasser nodded. Since he could handle the British people, taking on the French people would surely be a piece of cake. He waved to Stresemann at the door and confidently walked straight into the conference room.
"Let's go in together, Viscount Chamberlain."
"Not a problem."
Chamberlain glanced at Stresemann with a half-smile, but did not confront him. Instead, he followed Strasser inside.
It turned out that regardless of the era or age, there are always people who enjoy a good time, even if they are the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Hello everyone! I am Gregor Strasser, the Deputy Minister of Diplomacy from Germany."
As soon as he entered, Strasser warmly greeted the ambassadors from various countries. Although they all smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, Strasser still sensed that something was off in the atmosphere of the room; there was a palpable tension directed at him.
He focused his gaze and noticed that the representative from France had an entire group seated at their table, which starkly contrasted with the other countries' Ministry of Foreign Affairs representatives, who were only accompanied by one or two people.
The people from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs looked at Strasser with displeasure. "Why didn't Stresemann come? Also, I remember Briand was the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs last year. Why did they send you, this inexperienced kid?" Aristide, with a bruised face, asked unhappily from the French delegation's position. He had only managed to sneak in one punch on Stresemann yesterday, while he himself had received several blows from Stresemann.
Today, he had all the personnel of the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, including the guards, change into diplomatic uniforms and bring them over, all for the sake of avenging an insult.
"I heard you were a lieutenant before, and you even participated in World War I? How about we go out for some practice after the meeting."
A French person said with a serious face. He was responsible for protecting Aristide's guards. He was furious after seeing the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who was beaten to a pulp yesterday. He believed it was his responsibility for not protecting him well.
So today, when the French diplomatic team proposed to give the Germans a warning, he volunteered to step forward.
Looking at the large group from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs and then seeing that he was the only one from Germany, Strasser finally understood why Stresemann refused to come today.
This guy was not testing himself; he was clearly looking for a scapegoat.
"Alright, alright, Gregor is just a newcomer, so please don't make things difficult for him."
Just as the French people were filled with hostility, Viscount Chamberlain looked at the somewhat embarrassed Strasser and decided to come to his aid. After all, he needed to have a detailed discussion with Strasser once the meeting was over.
Early yesterday morning, he received a message from a domestic meeting that had been held overnight, requesting him to further negotiate the Anglo-German Naval Agreement with Germany, and granting him the authority to sign the treaty. He certainly didn't want to see Strasser get beaten up by the French people.
"On account of Viscount Chamberlain, I won't hold it against a newcomer." Aristide shot a fierce glare at Strasser and then waved his hand to signal that the fighters from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs could retreat.
Outside the conference room hall, Stresemann was leisurely playing with the Swiss army knife he had just bought from the guard at the entrance.
"God bless, Strasser will definitely come back alive," he thought.
Stresemann's actions yesterday were not a spur-of-the-moment decision; he did not act out of anger towards Aristide, but rather as part of his plan. He knew that by taking action, he could certainly secure the treaty, but he was even more interested in seeing whether Strasser's practical abilities matched his theoretical knowledge.
No diplomat acts out of impulse; they know that the French people won't become enraged and refuse to sign a treaty with Germany just because of a personal altercation. The presence of ambassadors from various countries here today is the result of national will, not swayed by individual likes or dislikes.
Of course, while the plan was progressing smoothly, a small issue arose during execution. Stresemann did not expect the French person to be so ineffective in combat; after swinging wildly for a while, he couldn't land a single hit and ended up receiving a beating from Stresemann instead.
Now, Strasser is going to face some consequences.
Thinking of this, Stresemann felt a bit guilty, but he quickly reassured himself, "I believe that with Strasser's abilities, he will definitely be able to solve these minor issues. Only someone like him deserves to be my partner."
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