1013 Unwavering Support

On the spacious and bright streets, people enjoy the warm feeling brought by the sunshine in June. A newspaper boy was waving the newspaper in his hand on the street while shouting loudly about the contents of the newspaper. For him, this is a lucrative job, and the family is still waiting for the change he got from selling newspapers, in exchange for a mouthful of food in the war era when supplies were not abundant.

"Read the newspaper! Read the newspaper! Our ** team won a great victory over the Axis powers in the Middle East!" Encircled and annihilated 30,000 elites from Turkey! World War I captured 10,000 German troops in Siirt!"

"Here's a newspaper! Kid!" A middle-aged man in a very decent suit handed the banknotes in his hand to the little boy, and then pulled the newspaper from the boy's hand, and immediately the huge The photo caught his attention.

In a piece of yellow sand where there is nowhere to be seen, a large number of German individual weapons are placed in front of a group of American soldiers, but the photos are very blurry and there are no decent landmarks on them.

This is not a real photo of a battlefield in Turkey. This is not the 21st century. Photos are spread on the Internet and can reach the other side of the ocean in a few seconds. This is 1939. It may take ten days or even a month for a photo to reach the United States from the Middle East.

But the Allied forces didn't have the leisure to wait such a long time just for such a promotional photo. Since the victory is real, since the results of the battle are real, the remaining propaganda methods can be satisfied with the technology in hand.

To be precise, this is a remake of a fake photo. There are places in the western United States where the terrain features are similar to those of Turkey. Just find such a place, put some German firearms on it, and arrange a few handsome and good-looking American soldiers, and you can "create" a group of hard-to-distinguish real people. False fake photos - this is not comparable to the PS technology of later generations, because as a photo, there is really no trace of PS.

Of course, as an American businessman, the middle-aged man reading the newspaper has no ability to identify photos. He took it for granted that the photos came from distant Turkey, from that distant and smoky real battlefield.

The United States has won a big victory in Turkey, and this news can be judged to be accurate. After all, at a time like this, telling a victory lie in a distant place has no motivating effect on the people. If the United States lacks a victory, it is easier to open the situation from Japan.

So the middle-aged man didn't speak, he was silent, turned into the car waiting for him next to him without saying a word, and closed the car door. It has to be said that the quality of everything in the war years seems to have deteriorated. He frowned involuntarily when he heard the light collision sound after the car door closed.

"gentlemen,

Are we still going to the rue d'Fall? "The driver turned around, looked at his boss, and asked.

"Why refuse? Let's drive! My old friend." The middle-aged man closed his eyes, waved his hand, and signaled his driver to drive. The car shook quickly and drove to a street that is not well-known in Washington, D. Farr Street.

This street is not very well-known in the United States, and even few people know it, but those who are familiar with it know that this is a street that connects many people. It is more important than Wall Street and carries many stories behind the United States.

The middle-aged man in the car seemed to be just an ordinary businessman, but who would have thought that he controlled a lot of rail transportation in the United States. Like the old Morgan family, he was a rich man who made his fortune in the United States by relying on the railroads. When joking, he once said conceitedly that he didn't even know how much money he had.

Following the slight potholes on the road, the car swayed from side to side and stopped in front of a magnificent building on D. Farr Street. The middle-aged man opened the door and got out of his car. Guided by the butler waiting at the door, he opened the door and walked into this private building.

There are already several big businessmen who look very prestigious in the living room. Regardless of their body shape, they are all wearing decent suits, which seem to be tailor-made, and some of them are wearing big gold rings on their fingers. . Several people had cigars in their mouths, and the whole room was filled with choking smoke.

Everyone here knows the man who is the leader. This decent gathering place is actually the man's property. If the railway tycoon who just walked into the house can be regarded as a wealthy man, then he can only be regarded as a barely qualified small businessman in front of this master.

The owner of the house is named Bollman, who is the chairman of the entire American Jewish Chamber of Commerce, and can be regarded as the actual helm elected by American Jewish businessmen. Like Klein in Germany, they were super-tycoons who made their promises in Jewish circles.

As the leader of American Jews, Borman once reached an agreement with Roosevelt to establish a Jewish state. Like Germany, Americans also agreed to this proposal and used it to counter the Germans' advantage in Jewish resources.

"It's a pity to invite you here." Bowerman took a sip of the coffee on the coffee table, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice. Recently he got a telegram from the other side of the ocean, the content is very simple, the Germans have begun to fulfill the promise they made to the Jews.

The telegram from Germany kept him awake at night, and he hadn't had a good night's rest for two consecutive days. After all, Bowerman and Klein are competitors in the matter of the establishment of the Jewish state. Now that he has received the news that his opponent has taken a clear lead, this is absolutely unbearable for him.

"The definite news came from Germany that Klein and the others have already started working on the establishment of the Jewish state." Borman said the information he had received helplessly.

His information immediately caused everyone to panic, and everyone started to whisper to each other as if they were blown up. After all, this is a great event for every Jew. They have lost their country for too long, so long that they have forgotten how to face their country.

"My God...the Germans really fulfilled their promise." A businessman with a cigar between his fingers exclaimed in shock: "If this is the case, we have no reason to be enemies with the Germans anymore."

Another Jewish businessman nodded in agreement with his friends: "I said a long time ago that they are not enemies, but allies! Do you still remember the Nazi Party in Germany? It was killed by the Greater German Party. The head of state of Germany The Jews are very fond of them, and I also admire that domineering man!"

"This is the newspaper I bought when I came here this morning. Maybe you will be interested in it." The middle-aged businessman who finally entered the room, an American railroad tycoon, put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Then he said: "I think the situation of the Germans is not as good as we all seem."

"Huh?" Bowerman frowned, then picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, and as soon as he opened it, he saw the eye-catching headline on the front page. The photo of the smiling American soldier caught his attention, as if it had brought him light.

"Is this true? It should be true..." Bowerman looked at the newspaper for a long while, and finally asked and answered himself. He knew that this might be his last chance. If he grasped it well, he might be able to delay the establishment of the Jewish state.

"At least, if we all believe that this is true, then this is true!" The middle-aged railway tycoon squeezed out a smile, and then said: "We need time, if Enrique and the others are allowed to establish a country in the Middle East first Then we will always be just supporting roles.”

A businessman who had just opened his mouth to support the defection to Germany took the newspaper from Bowermann before he had time to read it. Ah. We've just got the Germans starting their plan for Jewish statehood here, and they're starting the campaign in Turkey."

To say that there is no deliberate taste in it is to insult the IQ of these financial tycoons present here. Of course, they know that this is a battle that the US high-level is trying to win over people like themselves, and of course they know that this battle The turmoil in the Middle East continued.

"Sometimes, I really don't know how to choose, because our struggle and unwillingness have delayed the time for our own country to be rebuilt..." The big businessman who just said that he admired Akado said helplessly: " How will history record us? Or, how will Jewish history record us?"

"In order to ensure the establishment of the Jewish state, we have to hedge our bets! This is the price we have to pay!" Another man said, "Even other compatriots will understand our good intentions! It's too late to waver Good morning! If the Germans fail, then we are the last saviors of the Jews! Isn't it?"

"You're always so reasonable!" Bowerman laughed, half of the bad mood these days had dissipated. He knows that his gamble is far from the time to admit defeat, which is the best news for him: "I will call Mr. Roosevelt, President of the United States! Express our position-the Jews will continue to support him Win this war!"

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