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"Comrade Strasser, I do not understand what you mean by that. The Soviet Communist Party seeks unity; there is no conflict among comrades."
Although Strasser's proposal intrigued Bukharin, he could not show it too obviously, or he would be at a disadvantage in the negotiations.
"Then Comrade Bukharin, what is your view on the future of the Soviet Union? How do you think the Soviet Union should proceed with domestic development?"
Strasser did not continue to press Bukharin but instead asked about how to build Communism.
"Of course, we must continue to uphold and expand Lenin's New Economic Policy, vigorously develop agriculture, maintain the alliance between workers and peasants, and transition from agriculture to industrialization, ultimately achieving Communism," Bukharin answered without hesitation. He had always advocated for agricultural development, and he would respond this way regardless of who asked, even if holding this view could lead to his demise.
Bukharin would say this yesterday, say it like this today, and will still say it like this tomorrow.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
Strasser clapped vigorously, and Goebbels and Speer immediately joined in, causing Bukharin to blush a little.
"You speak very well, Comrade Bukharin. I also think your ideas are very correct. The Soviet Communist Party should maintain a good relationship with the workers and peasants. Squeezing the peasants is inhumane and a path of revisionism."
"Do you also agree with my point of view?"
Bukharin was somewhat surprised; he felt he had found a kindred spirit.
In Moscow, apart from his own faction and Lyokov, the Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars of the Soviet Union, no one supported his views; the majority were in favor of rapid industrialization.
"Of course, I support it," Strasser said with a slight smile as he began his instigation.
"Stalin's proposals violate Lenin's New Economic Policy and represent a departure from Leninism. Stalin's stance indicates that there are revisionist traitors within the Communist Party who attempt to betray the revolutionary cause and the alliance of workers and peasants, and they must be severely punished. Those who dare to go against the principles of Leninism are no longer just an ordinary opposition; we must deliver a heavy blow!"
"However, doing so would undermine the democratic system within the party and lead to unnecessary infighting."
Bukharin hesitated a bit, forgetting that he had already exposed the contradictions within the Soviet Communist Party, although it was of no use.
He believed that the debate among comrades was just a difference in policies and should not be a fight to the death.
"Don't be foolish, Comrade Bukharin, have you not seen the fate of the losers in the previous party struggles? Comrade Trotsky was exiled, Comrade Krupskaya was put under house arrest, Zinoviev and Kamenev were dismissed from their positions. Do you really think Stalin would show mercy? If you fail, you will have no chance to realize your own ideals and ambitions, and you might not even be able to save your life."
Strasser pulled his chair in front of Bukharin.
"Look at me, Comrade Bukharin.
Revolution is not a dinner party; it requires blood and sacrifice."
The party must always maintain its purity to prevent being corrupted by those decadent elements. The we ethnic group Labour Party previously purged the right-wing within the party and tried thousands of people. Although it temporarily weakened the party's power, the team became more united.
Now, we are stronger than before because we can unite our strength in one direction. For the final victory of the revolutionary cause, occasional sacrifices are necessary. Bukharin looked at Strasser in front of him and saw a pair of sincere eyes.
Through those sincere eyes, Bukharin saw an image of a socialism advocate who fears no hardship and overcomes all obstacles for the sake of revolution, just like his former comrades, and like the late Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
Bukharin closed his eyes and pondered for a while, thinking of many people, including Trotsky, Krupskaya, Kamenev, and Zinoviev, and many more.
They all had their own ideas, but in the end, they were all ousted by Stalin.
He cannot hand over the Soviet Union to Stalin.
When he opened his eyes again, a hint of brown had already stained his pupils. At this moment, Bukharin finally learned to learn from his old rival Stalin.
"You're right, I can't be weak anymore."
Bukharin said firmly, having made up his mind.
"Then, let's have a good discussion about the matters of cooperation," Strasser said with a smile.
In the center of Berlin, on a bustling street, a green military car was parked by the roadside, looking somewhat out of place in its surroundings. A man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses jumped out of the vehicle. This stylishly dressed man was Coy, who had received a secret directive from Strasser today, instructing him to meet alone.
Coy followed the address and found the destination of this trip, which was a downtown gym with luxurious decorations inside. However, Coy didn't come here to work out. After rejecting the service at the front desk, Coy went around to the back door and found the entrance to the gym's basement. The door was slightly ajar, and the inside was dark and eerie.
For Coy who has been through many battles, this is just child's play.
In his opinion, those who like to hide their heads and show their tails are just like rats.
With a somewhat disdainful attitude, Coy pushed open the door and walked away.
The heavy military boots echoed on the steps, the sound reverberating through the dark corridor. After walking a short distance, Coy finally saw the faint outline of the inner door ahead. Coy took out the key that Strasser had given him, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
The scene inside was quite the opposite of what one might expect. Unlike the dark and damp hallway, the basement was well-lit. It was filled with exercise equipment, and a man was lying on one of the machines doing bench press training.
"You finally came?"
The man who heard the door opening put down his equipment and stood up. It was only at this moment that Coy finally saw his true face. This man was well-built and handsome. If there were a real-life embodiment of the golden-haired beast from Nietzsche's writings, it would undoubtedly be the man in front of him.
He is Reinhard Heydrich, the man known by many terrifying titles such as "the Blond Beast," "the Man with a Heart of Stone," "the Executioner of the Nazis," "the Death's Follower," "the Nazi Demon," and "the Black Prince of the Third Reich."
However, Strasser does not care about these titles; he knows that Heydrich is merely a knife, and a knife has no thoughts of its own. Who the knife is wielded against is determined by the person holding it.
In reality, Heydrich is no different from Lavrentiy Beria of the Soviet Union or Joseph McCarthy of the United States; they are all just the black gloves of politicians.
"Yes, the Führer sent me. He asked me to deliver these two lists to you." The lists handed to Heydrich include all personnel loyal to Strasser from the Stormtroopers and National Defense Forces; he wants Heydrich to use these individuals to establish an intelligence agency. "In fact, you could have come a bit earlier; I was already prepared."
Reinhart took the list and immediately threw the stormtroopers portion to the ground. He only needed the elite National Defense Forces soldiers; the stormtroopers of Rom were just a rabble in his eyes. "The Fuhrer knew you would say that," he said. "He told me to tell you that a year ago, your body was ready, but your mind was not."
Coy answered expressionlessly. Strasser had encountered the blonde beast early on and gained his loyalty. Over the past year, Heydrich had been following Strasser's instructions, continuously learning various necessary knowledge.
His remarkable ability to remember everything did not disappoint Strasser, as he completed the preparations in just one year.
"There's one more question," Heydrich asked after reviewing the documents.
"I am responsible to Labour Party or General Staff of the Army in this intelligence department?"
"Neither. Inside National Defense Forces there are enemies of Juncker nobility, and due to the recent rapid expansion within the party, there may be some opportunists who have infiltrated. We are currently identifying potential Opposition.
So for now, you are directly responsible to the head of state."
Coy gave an answer that satisfied Heidrich.
"Very well," Heidrich nodded.
"So there's no time to lose, let's set off right away. I can't wait to meet my future subordinates."
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