The advertising effect is not very obvious, but at least in the slums, Jensen's popularity has grown a lot. Because Jensen hired a group of poor people and found teachers to provide training services for these young men and women.

There are already people playing in the basement, but needless to say, the level of civilization is needless to say, the people who clasp their feet are loud, and some even want to fight. If it weren't for Jensen recovering Tommy's dozens of younger brothers, and then hiring them to watch the scene at a great price. Jensen doesn't necessarily have to cover it.

Thanks to my eyes, I opened the basement door at the back door. Otherwise, wouldn't the garbage here be trying to scare my premium membership customers? Jensen shook his head secretly, it seemed that he was still thinking too simply. Knowing this, I should have opened another underground casino, so as not to lower the reputation of my high-end casino.

After finishing the nightclub business, Jensen was already thinking about going to the American-Mexican border to grow hemp and poppies. This was explained by Hu Xiaoyan himself, and he didn't dare to slack off. Anyone who is pointed at a gun in the head that doesn't know where to hide has to take action.

As for the small number of premium members in the nightclub, he had expected it. The first person to eat crabs is the one who takes advantage. But the first person also needs courage, and before that, countless people carried crabs but did not dare to eat them.

As soon as a crab-eating person appears, the big thing happens. I talk about crabs, crabs are coming.

Jensen saw two big fat men come to the nightclub and arrogantly handed over the premium membership card. At the beginning of the opening, Jensen gave away a hundred of this premium membership card. Eighty of them were given to major newspapers, ten to Sheriff Johnson, and ten to Hans. Although he didn't see old Hans, the old man who was the janitor accepted the membership card.

Fortunately, these two big fat men are here to enjoy high-class hospitality.

High-level hospitality, of course, is not to take off your clothes, high-class, high-class, and play in a mood. No matter how beautiful a woman is, you turn off the lights, undress and go to bed, and that's it. If the midfielder changes an ugly monster to you. If you don't know it, you'll have a good job. Maybe you'll feel more relaxed.

For this reason, Jensen specially invited several senior mothers from the United States to sit in the town, and any sauna and essential oil massage are all small case-la. It's the mood that counts. Think about how versatile each princess is trained, and then all sorts of uniforms tempt or something. Where did the turtles in 1900 see such a high-class enjoyment?

For these talents, Jensen spent a lot of money. It's harvest season.

Not to mention the two big fat men who left the next morning with weak feet.

Back to London, England. Since Tom returned to England to set up a newspaper, with Hu Xiaoyan poaching the editor-in-chief at a large price, the London Times, although there has been no major change, at least it has become a third-rate tabloid.

Every day, he lived a prosperous life. But he knew it was temporary. Now his life has come.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the telegram, at least not to let him kill and set fire. It's just two people.

The first person to be met was Lev Davidovich Blomstejn. That is, the Russians named "Trotsky".

"Lev."

"Tom."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and sat down at the café.

"Lev, Mr. Hu wants me to convey a few words to you." Tom turned the spoon gentlemanly.

"Please."

Mr. Hu said that he had thousands of Russian soldiers in his hands, and these people were prisoners. I don't know if you're interested in receiving it? ”

Trotsky was shocked. He certainly understood what it meant to "receive".

"What price do I have to pay?" There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason. Trotsky was a philosopher, and he understood this very well.

"I don't know. I'm just a messenger. Mr. Hu said that if you are interested, you can bring some assistants to meet him. It's been a long time since we've seen each other and he's expecting a repeat with you. Tom sipped his coffee softly.

Trotsky smiled bitterly, and with his knowledge of Hu Xiaoyan, the meaning behind the incident itself was very interesting. But that's not something he can decide alone.

"Okay. I'll go back and think about it. ”

"You don't have to contact me. Here are the contact details. Believe you need it. Tom pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and put it on the table and slowly pushed it through.

Without hesitation, Trotsky took it and put it in his pocket. He had no choice.

After saying goodbye to Tom, Trotsky returned to the newspaper office to meet Comrade Lenin.

"Are you saying that Hu is willing to hand over all these captives to us?" Lenin was not surprised.

"So what does he want?"

"I know." Trotsky flipped through a newspaper.

"This is a newspaper from Shanghai, China, with photographs of the massacres of the tsarist army in the northeast."

"He wants Siberia?" Lenin was somewhat surprised. Siberia is a piece of chicken ribs in the eyes of the Russians, but the Russians are greedy, and no matter how chicken the ribs of the land is, it is also land! As long as that piece of land is surnamed Russia, then don't want Russia to let it go! If there is a traverser who runs to fight the tsar and writes that the tsar agreed to cede Siberia, it is that the traverser is a fool! At least during the tsarist period, Russia never ceded land. The Tsar claimed to be the gendarme of Europe and the Orthodox Pope, and he could not afford to lose people.

"I'm afraid it's more than that." Trotsky smiled bitterly. He stayed on the ship with Hu Xiaoyan for a month, and he knew Hu Xiaoyan very well.

"Siberia is the first step, and the seizure of the Ural Pass is his goal!" Trotsky had been a soldier and had a much higher strategic level than Lenin.

"What does he want to do?" Lenin shouted angrily.

"I know Hu Xiaoyan, and I have also learned about the history of China and Russia. China has invaded China many times and acquired millions of square kilometers of land, including China's Siberia. Now the tsar is even more active in the Mongolian area. If Hu Xiaoyan can bear it, he will not be Hu Xiaoyan. Trotsky nodded on the table.

"He doesn't want to go to war with Russia at the moment, because he has enough enemies. But his ultimate goal must be the Ural Pass, and only by occupying it can he restrain Russian expansion in China and gain strategic superiority over Russia. ”

"But that's unacceptable!" Lenin roared under his breath.

"Yes. We can't accept it, but one day we will. Because we don't have friends. Isn't it? At the request of the Tsar, England had decided to expel us, and there were only two places we could go: one was Germany and the other was China. Trotsky said calmly.

Germany and Britain were bitter rivals, and only Germany would accept them expelled by the British.

"Do you want to go to Germany?" Trotsky asked rhetorically.

"Is that the only way to promise Hu Xiaoyan is that?" Lenin frowned.

"Don't worry, my friend. Hu is not yet the emperor of the Qing state. We have a lot of room to maneuver in between. Trotsky smiled.

"You're right!" Lenin calmed down.

"Siberia will give it to him! I see what he will do to occupy Siberia. There's no resources there. What can he do if he takes it? ”

"That's right." Trotsky secretly pressed the shadow in his heart. He didn't think that Hu Xiaoyan would do useless work, since he had found himself, then Hu Xiaoyan must have found a way to deal with the governor of Siberia. But he could not tell Lenin this. Lenin was a good hand in political struggle and economy, but Lenin was powerless in the question of war and strategic level.

"Then, I'll go and gather my comrades. You go and get the money ready. I believe that Hu will never give up the opportunity to slaughter us. Lenin suddenly smiled bitterly. To make a revolution is to make a profit. Although I have been running a newspaper for a year, I have not saved much money. Because the comrades also have to eat and drink, and this is all to be supported by the money in the newspaper.

"I have six hundred and fifty thousand silver dollars here." Trotsky said.

"It's from Hu, and it's time to return it to them."

Lenin nodded wordlessly, and walked out. Trotsky was left alone.

Tom came to Chamberlain's villa. Chamberlain's life is not easy at the moment.

Chamberlain was the colonial minister, and as a result he launched a war against the Boers, which he expected would end soon, but on the contrary, the Boers now had the upper hand.

At the same time, Britain was forced to participate in the Eight-Nation Alliance, transferring almost 20,000 troops from Australia and India. As a result, the Eight-Nation Coalition was completely annihilated.

Chamberlain is now facing a lot of doubts. And his big boss, the British Prime Minister, His Excellency the Marquess of Salisbury, is no longer very concerned because of memory loss and vision loss. He delegated power to his deputies, but at the same time threw the burden to his deputies.

Chamberlain, for example, is now sitting on the crater. There was a lot of shouting and scolding at him in the country. And within the cabinet, there is not a lot of calm. Some people think that Chamberlain, the adjutant, is really unqualified, and that the more intelligent Marquis de Lansdowne should be left to deal with diplomatic matters.

Chamberlain had a headache. He can't fall, because if he does, his political future is over. Although in real history he is like this after falling penniless.

"What should I do? End the Boer War? That would be a disgrace to Britain, and I would be a sinner for Britain. Chamberlain thought to himself.

"And the damn Qing Guo problem. That Hu really surprised me. Why didn't he die on the battlefield? ”