Chapter 86

"Are you stupid?" Jindler looked at Chen Geng as if he were a fool: "It's true that you can often see BMWs on the streets of the city..."

Chen Geng, who had a professional habit, immediately corrected without hesitation: "It's the Changjiang 750."

"Alright, it's the Changjiang 750," Jindler felt that he probably couldn't win this argument with Chen Geng, so he had to raise his hands in surrender: "I like it a lot and want to own one, but how can I ask SAIC for it?"

"What's so hard about asking? Just tell them directly," Chen Geng sneered, thinking this guy was probably having some kind of literary youth syndrome, and said with disdain: "Just tell them that you don't want to drive a car and want a Changjiang 750 as your official vehicle. Given SAIC's emphasis on you, would they refuse?"

Jindler awkwardly touched his nose, seeming a bit embarrassed: "Uh, what I mean is, I want to transport this car back to Germany..."

Damn!

Chen Geng finally understood why this guy had such an expression and why he didn't ask SAIC: If this guy just wanted a Changjiang 750 as his vehicle in China, it wouldn't be a problem, but to transport it back to Germany? Ha ha...

Giving it to you in Wolfsburg would be fine, but giving it to you, Sven-Christian Jindler?

Two words: Why should I?!

Six words: Who do you think you are?!

Jindler had lived in China for some time. Whether it was his self-taught understanding of human relations or his respect for the red China, he didn't dare to ask SAIC. Fortunately, he didn't. But today, seeing the Changjiang 750 at the door of Chen Geng's office, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Sure, I can even help you with the relevant procedures, but you have to tell me the reason, right?" To "coax" out the real reason, Chen Geng deliberately scared him: "If you don't tell the truth, I can't communicate with my superiors, Jindler. You've lived in China for so long, you should know that although this car is for my use, it doesn't belong to me; it belongs to the state."

Having lived in China for so long, Jindler knew that what Chen Geng said was indeed true. This ancient and mysterious country did not allow private ownership of cars. However, as an official, the government would allocate a government vehicle for Chen Geng's use. Chen Geng could lend him the Changjiang 750 sidecar, but he didn't have the authority to give it to him. If he wanted the car, he would need Chen Geng's cooperation.

The desire to get the Changjiang 750 finally took the upper hand. Chen Geng was the first person to clearly indicate that he could help him with this. After much hesitation, Jindler finally stammered: "Chen, I'm very sorry for hiding the truth from you before. My father was a World War II veteran..."

No wonder!

So that's it!!

Chen Geng suddenly understood!!

At first, he was a bit puzzled. Jindler was in his 40s; how could his father be a World War II German veteran? But after some calculation, it was 1985, and Jindler was born in 1943, meaning his father, Old Jindler, was in his prime in 1943. Given the situation in Germany at that time, there was a high probability that he served in the military.

From this, it could be inferred that Old Jindler was only about 60 years old. The living conditions in Germany were very good, and 60-year-olds were generally in good health. Not to mention riding a motorcycle, even participating in some relatively intense sports was not uncommon. As long as the old man was healthy, he could live comfortably for another ten years without any problems.

Seeing Chen Geng standing there in silence, Jindler thought Chen Geng, like people in other European countries, despised him for his father being a World War II German veteran. His mood immediately darkened: "I swear, my father is not a bloodthirsty murderer. He was just a communications soldier, a non-combatant. The army assigned him a BMW sidecar motorcycle to transport important documents. In recent years, he has been trying to find another BMW as a personal collection. I have always wanted to help him realize this wish... I swear, he never killed anyone; he is a good person, a very good person..."

Jindler rambled for a while before Chen Geng finally reacted. He waved his hand and looked at Jindler seriously: "Jindler, you're overthinking it. I'm not Jewish, and China wasn't bullied by Germany, so I have no particular feelings about the Nazis or the German army. I don't care about it."

Chen Geng was not a saint or a moralist. He wouldn't hold a grudge against someone for their ancestors' actions.

"Do you really not care?" Jindler's eyes widened in surprise, both shocked and delighted. In his mind, it seemed that the whole world should hate the German army of World War II. How could there be someone like Chen Geng who didn't care about it?

Chen Geng said matter-of-factly: "Because the German army didn't bully us Chinese. Since we have no grudges, why should I hate them?"

This reason was so powerful, so overwhelming, that Jindler's brain couldn't process it. After being stunned for a while, he cautiously asked: "What do you mean..."

"Hehehe..."

Seeing Chen Geng's sinister smile, Jindler suddenly felt a chill.

He was about to say that if Chen Geng had any unreasonable conditions, he shouldn't even mention them, but Chen Geng spoke first: "My point is, as long as you help us build the factory, I'll help you get the legal procedures for the motorcycle. How about that?"

"Are you serious? That simple?" Jindler asked, incredulous.

Chen Geng countered: "Do you think I would joke about something like this?"

That's true!

Jindler immediately felt relieved. Knowing Chen Geng, he wouldn't joke about such matters. He raised his hand and looked at Chen Geng seriously: "Do you mean it?"

Chen Geng slapped his hand and said: "Of course! I mean it!"

With Chen Geng's promise, Jindler became visibly excited: "Chen, thank you, thank you so much for helping my father realize his wish. My father will be very, very happy to know that a Chinese friend is willing to give him a Chinese version of a BMW."

Chen Geng was curious: "Old Jindler, you mean your father is not only a World War II veteran but also a military enthusiast?"

This question seemed to make Jindler a bit uncomfortable, but after hesitating, he finally said: "You know, for many soldiers, they always have a deep attachment to the military, so..."

"I understand. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Not only veterans, but many ordinary people are also military enthusiasts. It's normal and nothing strange."

Jindler smiled bitterly: "If it were someone from another country, it would be fine, but my father is German..."

Chen Geng was taken aback for a moment before realizing what Jindler meant: Germany was a defeated country in World War II!

As a defeated country, Germany won international recognition and rapid economic growth after World War II through sincere repentance. However, the German army after World War II became a tragic, emasculated force.

After World War II, the United States stationed troops in both Japan and Germany, but the treatment of the two countries was vastly different. The Americans imposed much stricter control over Germany than Japan, not only limiting the size of the German army but also emasculating it ideologically. As a result, many people think of the German army as the one that dominated Europe with blitzkrieg before World War II, but they are often clueless about the German army after World War II.

In contrast, the Americans were intentionally or unintentionally lenient with Japan, leading to Japan's gradual military expansion from the mid-1960s, which worsened over time.

From the perspective of defense freedom, Germany was even worse off than some African countries.

Jindler nervously glanced at Chen Geng, but Chen Geng's reaction was far from what Jindler expected. He nodded calmly: "So your father has always wanted to collect a BMW he used during his service? I understand, that makes sense."

"Then..." Jindler asked cautiously.

"I'll talk to the military, but I don't think there will be any problems."

Jindler, who was not used to showing his emotions, was visibly moved. He tightly hugged Chen Geng, speaking incoherently with excitement: "Chen! That's great! Thank you, really thank you! Do you know? Owning a BMW and riding it on the road has always been my father's dream. He once thought this dream would never come true, but you helped him... Chen, thank you, my father will be extremely grateful to you! From now on, we are true friends..."

"Didn't we used to be friends?" Chen Geng asked, feigning anger.

"Ha ha ha..." Jindler laughed, refusing to answer.

Before? Before, they were at most accomplices, using each other, but they were definitely not friends.