On the spacious and bright streets, people enjoy the warm feeling of the June sunshine. A newsboy was waving a newspaper in his hand on the street, shouting the contents of the newspaper. For him, it was a lucrative job, and his family was still waiting for him to sell newspapers in exchange for a mouthful of food in the war times when supplies were not abundant.

"Look at the newspapers! Look at the newspapers! Our army has won a great victory against the Axis powers in the Middle East!" the little boy cried out desperately, and the contents of this newspaper were indeed shocking enough: "The Allied troops besieged and annihilated 30,000 elite Turkish troops in Batman! Sirt captured 10,000 German troops in World War I!"

"Here's a newspaper! Kid!" a middle-aged man in a very decent suit handed the little boy the banknote in his hand, and then pulled the newspaper from the other party's hand, and immediately the huge photo attracted his attention.

In the middle of nowhere, in front of a group of American soldiers, a large number of German individual weapons were placed, but the photos were blurry, and there were no decent landmarks on them.

This is not a real battlefield photo from Turkey, and it is not the 21st century, where the photo is distributed on the Internet and can be reached across the ocean in a matter of seconds. This is 1939, and it can take a dozen days or even a month for a photograph to reach the United States from the Middle East.

But the Allies didn't have the leisure to wait so long for a propaganda photo. Since the victory is real, since the results are real, the remaining propaganda means can be satisfied with the technology in hand.

To be exact, this is a remake of a fake photo. As long as you find such a place, put some German munitions on the table, and arrange a few handsome-looking and good-looking American soldiers, you can "make" a batch of fake photos that are difficult to distinguish between authenticity and fake-this is not comparable to the PS technology of later generations, because as a photograph, there is really no trace of PS.

Of course, as an American businessman, this middle-aged man reading a newspaper does not have the ability to identify photos. He took it for granted that the photographs were from far away Turkey, from that distant and smoke-filled real battlefield.

The United States has won a big victory in Turkey, and this news can be judged to be accurate. After all, at such a time, telling a victory lie in a distant place does not have any motivating effect on the people. If the United States lacks a victory, it will be easier to open the situation from the Japanese side.

So the middle-aged man didn't speak, he was silent, and without saying a word, he turned into the car waiting for him next to him, and closed the door of the car. I have to say that the quality of everything during the war years seems to have deteriorated, and listening to the light sound of the collision after the car door closed, he couldn't help frowning.

"Sir, are we going to D.Fare Street?" the driver asked, turning to his boss.

"Why not? The middle-aged man closed his eyes, waved his hand, and motioned for his driver to drive. The car quickly rocked and drove all the way to a street that was not well known in Washington, D.C., D. Farr Street.

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

The middle-aged man in the car seems to be just an ordinary businessman, but who would have thought that he controls a lot of railroad transportation in the United States, and like the old Morgan family, he is a wealthy man who relies on railroads to make his fortune in the United States. When joking, he once said conceitedly that he didn't know how much money he had.

The car, which was swaying from side to side following the slight potholes on the road, stopped in front of an imposing building on D.Farr Street, and the middle-aged man pushed the door open and stepped out of his car. Guided by the butler waiting at the door, he pushed open the door and walked into the private building.

In the living room there were already several big businessmen who looked very high-status, all of them were dressed in decent suits, all of them looked tailored, and some of them wore large gold rings on their fingers. Several people had cigars in their mouths, and the room was filled with choking smoke.

Everyone here at the head of the man knows that this decent meeting place is actually the industry owned by this man. If the railroad 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, named Bowman, was the president of the entire American Jewish Chamber of Commerce, and was the de facto head elected by the American Jewish businessmen. Like Krien in Germany, they were super-tycoons who made a name for themselves in Jewish circles.

As the American Jewish ruler, Baulman had reached an agreement with Roosevelt to establish a Jewish statehood, and like Germany, the Americans agreed to this proposal to counter the Germans' superiority over Jewish resources.

"I'm sorry to have you here. Bauerman took a sip of the coffee on the coffee table and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice. Recently he received a telegram from across the ocean, which simply stated that the Germans had begun to fulfill the promises they had made to the Jews.

This telegram from Germany kept him awake at night, and he had not had a good night's sleep for two days in a row. After all, he Baulman and Kerry were contenders in the matter of Jewish statehood, and now that he had the news that his opponent had taken a clear lead, it was absolutely unbearable for him.

"The exact news from the German side is that Krien and they are already operating in terms of Jewish statehood. Bauermann reluctantly told him what he had gotten.

His information immediately caused panic among everyone, and everyone exploded like a pot and began to discuss it one after another. After all, this is a great deal for every Jew, who has lost their country for so long that they have forgotten how to deal with it.

"Oh my God...... The Germans really fulfilled their promises. A merchant with a cigar in his finger exclaimed in shock: "If this is the case, we have no reason to be an enemy of the Germans anymore." ”

Another Jewish businessman nodded in agreement with his friend: "I have long said that they are not enemies, but allies! The Führer of Germany has a good opinion of the Jews, and I admire that domineering man!"

"This is the newspaper I bought when I came this morning, and maybe you'll be interested in this. The middle-aged businessman who walked into the room at last, the American railroad tycoon, put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table in the middle of the room, and said, "I don't think the Germans are in as good a situation as we all seem." ”

"Huh?" Bauerman frowned, then picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, and opened it to see the eye-catching headline on the front page. The photo of the American GI smiling caught his eye, as if it brought him light.

"Is this true? it should be true...... "Bauerman looked at the newspaper for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to answer himself. He knew that this might be his last chance, and if he grasped it well, he might be able to delay the founding of the Jewish state.

"At least, if we all believe it's true, then it's true!" the middle-aged railroad tycoon squeezed out a smile and said, "We need time, if Enrique and the others build a nation in the Middle East first, then we will always be just supporting characters." ”

A businessman who had just opened his mouth in support of defection to Germany took the newspaper from Baulmann that he had not had time to read, and after a few glances, he took a breath: "Hiss...... This news is really a timely rain. Our side had just gotten the Germans to start the plan for Jewish statehood, and they started the campaign in Turkey. ”

To say that there is no deliberate flavor in this is to insult the IQ of these financial tycoons here, of course they know that this is the United States high-level through a campaign to win over their own people, and of course they know that this battle continues the chaos in the Middle East.

"Sometimes, I really don't know what to choose, because our struggle and unwillingness have postponed the time for the re-establishment of our country...... "The big businessman who just said that he admired Accardo said helplessly: "How will history record us? Or rather, how will the history of the Jews record us?"

"In order to secure the establishment of the Jewish state, we must bet on both sides! This is the price we must pay!" Another man said: "Even other compatriots will understand our good intentions! It is too early to waver! If the Germans fail, then we will be the last saviors of the Jews!"

"You've always had such a point!" Bowman laughed, half of the bad mood these days had dissipated. He knew that his gamble was far from the time to admit defeat, and this was the best news for him: "I will call Mr. Roosevelt, President of the United States, and make our position clear -- the Jews will continue to support him in winning this war!"