Chapter 1013: Firm support

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On the spacious and bright street, people enjoy the warm feeling brought by the sunshine in June. A newspaper boy waved his newspaper on the street while shouting loudly the contents of the newspaper. For him, this is a profitable job, and his family is still waiting for him to sell the change in exchange for newspapers. In the war era when supplies are not sufficient, he will get a bite of food.
"Read the newspaper! Read the newspaper! My team won a victory over the Axis powers in the Middle East!" The little boy shouted desperately, and the content of this newspaper was indeed shocking enough: "The team is in Batman. Kill 30,000 Turkish elites! Sirte captured 10,000 Germans in one battle! "
"Come to a newspaper! Child!" A middle-aged man in a very decent suit handed over the banknotes to the little boy, and then pulled the newspaper from the other party's hand, immediately the huge 'S photos attracted his attention.
In the yellow sand where there is nowhere to be seen, a large number of German soldiers were placed in front of a group of US soldiers, but the photos were blurred and there were no decent landmarks on them.
This is not a real battlefield photo from Turkey. It is not the 21st century. The photo is spread over the Internet and can reach the other side of the ocean in a few seconds. Here is 1939. It may take more than ten days or even a month for a photo to reach the United States from the Middle East.
But the Allied forces did not wait for such a long time, just for a promotional photo. Since the victory is real, and since the results are real, the remaining propaganda methods can be satisfied with the technology in hand.
To be precise, this is a fake photo remake. In the western United States, the local topography is similar to that of Turkey. You only need to find such a place, then put on some German desire, arrange a few handsome and handsome American soldiers, and you can "make" a group of difficult to distinguish authenticity. This fake photo 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 who reads the newspaper does not have the ability to identify photos. He took it for granted that the photo was from a distant Turkey, from the distant and smoky real battlefield.
The United States fought a big victory in Turkey. This news can be judged that ≠ ⌒style_txt; it should be accurate. After all, at this time, spreading a victory lie in a remote place has no incentive for 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 without a word, and closed the door of the car. Having to say that everything in the war years, the quality seems to be not very good, listening to the light collision sounds after the door closed, let him frown involuntarily.
"Sir, are we still going to d? Fall Street?" The driver turned back, looked at his boss, and asked.
"Why refuse? Drive! My old friend." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and waved his hand to signal his driver to drive. The car shook quickly and drove all the way to a street not well known in Washington, d? Fal Street.
This street is not very famous in the United States, and few people even know it, but everyone familiar with it knows that this street is a street with many connections. It is more important than Wall Street and carries many stories behind the United States.
The middle-aged man in the car seems to be just an ordinary businessman, but who can think of it, he controls a lot of rail transportation in the United States. Like the ancient Morgan family, he is a rich man who relies on railroads to make a fortune in the United States. When he was kidding, he once conceited that he didn't know how much money he had.
Following a slight pothole on the road, the car swaying around left and right stopped in front of a grand building on d? Far street. The middle-aged man pushed the car door and got out of his car. Under the guidance of the housekeeper waiting at the door, he pushed open the door and entered the private building.
In the living room, there are several big businessmen who look very important. They are dressed in decent suits regardless of their body shape. They look tailor-made, and some people still wear large gold rings with light weights. . Several people had cigars in their mouths, and the whole room was filled with choking smoke.
Everyone present here knows that this decent meeting place is actually the man ’s property. If the railroad tycoon who had just entered the house was a wealth of money, then in front of this master, he could only be regarded as a barely qualified businessman.
The owner of the house is named Bauermann, the chairman of the entire American Jewish Chamber of Commerce, and the actual helm of the American Jewish merchants. Like Klein in Germany, they are all super tycoons who speak in the Jewish circle.
As an American Jewish leader, Bauermann and Roosevelt had reached an agreement to establish the Jewish state. Like Germany, Americans also agreed to this proposal, and used this to counter the Germans' Jewish resource advantage.
"Unfortunately, I invite you here." Bauerman took a sip of the coffee on the coffee table and 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 promises made to the Jews.
The message from Germany kept him awake at night, and had not slept well for two days in a row. After all, Bauerman and Klein were competitors in the matter of Jewish statehood, and now he got the news that his opponent had a clear lead, which absolutely made him unbearable.
"The exact news from Germany, Klein and they have started to operate in the area of ​​Jewish statehood." Bauerman reluctantly said the information he got.
His intelligence immediately caused everyone's panic. Everyone was in a frying pan, and they began to discuss each other. After all, this is a big deal for every Jew. They have lost their country for too long, too long, so long that they have forgotten how to face their country.
"My God ... The Germans really fulfilled their promises." A businessman with a cigar in his fingers sighed in shock: "If so, we have no reason to be enemies with the Germans."
Another Jewish businessman nodded in agreement with the friends around him: "I have said long ago that they are not enemies, they are allies! Remember that German Nazi party? They were killed by the Great German Party. The German heads of state The Jews are very fond of, and I also admire the domineering man! "
"This is the newspaper I bought when I came this morning. Maybe you will be interested in this." The middle-aged businessman who finally entered the house, the American railroad tycoon put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table in the middle of the house Then he said, "I think that the situation of the Germans is not as good as we all look."
"Huh?" Bauerman frowned, then picked up the newspaper from the coffee table and saw the headline on the headline as soon as it spread out. The smiling picture of the American soldier attracted his eyes, as if bringing him light.
"Is this true? It should be true ..." Bauerman looked at the newspaper for a long while and finally asked himself again. 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 let them build the country first in the Middle East , Then we will always just be supporting characters. "
A businessman who had just opened his mouth to support the surrender to Germany took the paper from Bauermann that he hadn't had time to read. After a few glances, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Hi ... This news is really a timely rain Ah. We just got the Germans ’plan to start the Jewish statehood, and they started this battle in Turkey."
To say that there is nothing deliberately created here, that is the IQ that insulted the financial tycoons present. Of course they know that this is a high-ranking U.S. high-ranking man who is trying to win over themselves, and of course, this battle Continued the chaotic time in the Middle East.
"Sometimes, I really don't know how to choose, because of our struggle and unwillingness, we have postponed the time of rebuilding our country ..." I just said that the big businessman who admired Akado said some helplessly: " How does history record us? Or, how does the history of the Jews record us? "
"In order to ensure the founding of the Jews, we must bet on both sides! This is the price we have to pay!" Another man said: "Even the other compatriots will understand our good intentions! Now the shake is still fashionable Early! If the Germans failed, then we are the last savior of the Jews! Isn't it? "
"You always make sense like this!" Bauerman laughed, and the bad mood in these days has faded to half. He knows that his gambling 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! Show our position that the Jews will continue to support him to win This war! "Mobile phone users please visit http: //