Chapter 630

These inferior cigarettes were all made in Germany, and they were originally supplied to the ordinary people in Germany when the materials were scarce. Although the quality is low, because there is no other choice, it still exists in Germany for several years. In the last nearly a year, the German team has been invincible on the battlefield, and the flat area is enough to provide better materials for Germany, so these cigarettes have been withdrawn from the German market.

After all, the supply of cigarettes in Germany has returned to normal, and ordinary people can smoke German hardcover cigarettes of average quality. Some officials and other fastidious families are now enjoying French cigarettes with more delicate cut tobacco and better taste. As for the cheap and inferior cigarettes with simple white packaging, even the production line and surplus reserves, they were sent to Poland as second-class materials.

Smart Jewish businessmen and some German concentration camp contractors saw the benefits and introduced this kind of cigarette into the concentration camp, so kukov had the opportunity to puff in the concentration camp and the moment when he looked at the cigarette and showed happiness. In the Soviet Union, the quality of cigarettes was similar to that of these inferior German cigarettes. Therefore, these poles and Soviet prisoners of war did not mind the inferior quality at all. As long as they enjoyed the cigarettes, they would be satisfied.

So kukov worked very hard every day, didn't cause any trouble at all, and even seldom talked to the people around him. Every time he bought cigarettes, he paid homage to two of the most powerful Ukrainian translators and lived an ordinary life. In the eyes of the people around him, he is the most self-contained model inmate in this concentration camp.

Kukov carefully borrowed a fire from the German soldier who was in charge of matches in the smoking place. Meimei was enjoying his happy life in the corridor with barbed wire. Looking into the distance, he felt that he had not died in the terrible battlefield in Poland, which was a very satisfying thing.

Suddenly, a German officer in a brand-new military uniform came across. He was talking to the man in a straight suit. Because smoking is forbidden in other parts of the concentration camp, they came here to smoke with the prisoners. Neither side looked ahead as they walked, so as they passed by, kukov ran into the officer in his new clothes.

The man, who was wearing a SS officer, was knocked and staggered. After all, he was slightly smaller than kukov. However, the two centimeter short man obviously didn't have to rely on his own stature to eat, because he had the badge of rank of major officer on his shoulder.

"Asshole! Don't you have eyes when you walk? " The officer looked at his greased arm and the twisted red flag armband. He swore and looked at kukov.

"Wow!" As the officer yelled, kukov saw two guards behind him take off their rifles, while some German soldiers on guard around him even pulled the bolt. He was so scared that he turned blue that he knelt down on the ground and raised his hands: "I'm sorry! Sir! I... I didn't mean to! "

His action startled the officer, but he still didn't mean to spare kukov. One arm had been raised. As long as he forced his arm under his command, the kneeling Soviet prisoner in front of him would be beaten through more than a dozen holes. Here, the most valuable thing is material, profit, and the least valuable thing is human life.

"It's just a new uniform. A few bucks for sizing." The man standing next to the officer finally spoke. He was of medium build, about 1.8 meters tall, with short golden hair and charming eyes. The man looks very handsome and has a warm smile.

"Franco! I know that this is your concentration camp, but the SS is inviolable, and we represent the head of state... "The officer looked at the man in suit and said something indomitable, but the high arm did not put down.

Franco? Elstone, the manager of the camp, is also the actual owner of plant 402. His factory here is responsible for the production of helicopter parts, and near the German border of Frankfurt, there is a helicopter assembly workshop wholly owned by him, where many Crusader helicopters of various models are provided to the German army every day.

It's said that this handsome man has a good eye. He has met the head of state akado several times. It's said that he has friendship with Krupp and Augustus. He is one of the best entrepreneurs in the new aristocracy. The new aristocrats who broke away from the Juncker aristocracy in Germany vaguely took him as their spokesman, and his uncle was a Jewish businessman with the nickname of "Jesus" in Poland.

"Every prisoner here is my property, and I've heard of this Russian prisoner named kukov, who is very obedient and has made a lot of profits for me." Whenever, Franco? Elstoner smiles and talks, but people who know him all know that he kills when he smiles, plays with women when he smiles, slaps himself when he smiles. He is a German businessman with half Jewish blood: "the helicopter parts you need most, he can produce 70 a day."

"We can't just let it go!" The officer put down his arm, and kukov felt alive again, because at least a dozen guns were missing. He didn't understand what the two Germans were talking about, but he knew that the handsome man in a suit had saved him.

"I have a gold ring in my office. I got it from the corpse of a prisoner of war. It looks like something from the 17th century. I heard that you are very interested in this kind of thing." Franco? Elstone immediately offered his own price. He is a businessman. As long as he has more profits and can bring more benefits, he will continue to do business“ Is it worth it? " The officer laughed, as if forgetting the unpleasantness“ of course! He is an example. With him, others will work harder. " Franco? With a smile, elstoner pulled out a box of French cigarettes from his pocket, shook it twice, threw it to kukov, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said in less proficient Russian, "you are very good. I hope you are better!"