Battle of the Third Reich

New York in the 1940s was one of the busiest ports in the United States and the world. Before the economic crisis broke out, millions of goods were shipped from here every day and shipped to European countries across the Atlantic.

After the end of the European War, the industrial raw materials, chemical products, food, fuel, medical supplies, etc. that European countries ordered from the United States were urgently needed for post-war reconstruction. They are now full of warehouses in the port area and parking areas outside the port Lipo is full of transport ships flying European flags.

There are 600,000 German immigrants living in this city, as well as a considerable number of French, English, Irish and Italians, of course Jews.

At this time, the status of American Jews was not high. The anti-Semitic sentiment in the United States is not much different from that of Europe. Although there are some high-ranking Jewish rich people at the top, there is no right to speak. It is a white Protestant who controls everything. In this era, the native Jewish capital was very unattractive.

Protestant immigrants from Europe have always been anti-Semitic, and the United States has a tradition of racial discrimination. After the conspiracy theories about the Jews came out in the early twentieth century, the Jews became the source of all disasters.

Some white supremacists even compared the Jews with the blacks. The Jews were scolded and beaten, and the Jewish shops were looted and smashed. Many scenes looked the same as those in Germany. Under this trend at the time, many American Jewish families were forced to They gave up their faith and even changed their Jewish names to avoid attacks from those around them.

The Jewish community in New York has always been very low-key, and so low-key that many people do not know that such a community exists. The United States refuses to accept Jewish immigrants from Europe. Many people conceal their personal identities and sneak into the country. Many of them were completely alone when they came here. When they fled from Europe, the large and small checkpoints along the way had already looted their wealth.

There is no wealthy among these people, more of them are handicraftsmen or small business owners. They are generally not well-educated. Except for a brain who is born with a good budget, compared with local laborers, there is no competitiveness at all.

Fortunately, this ethnic group is generally tightly organized. How can individual individuals not talk about it at least? At least the community management is still willing to help the newcomers. Until now, most people in the community have been assigned a job. As for dissatisfaction, this is a matter of opinion. Anyway, it is basically possible to support a family.

In the eyes of the senior management of the Jewish Community Management Committee, the Isaacs are not devout Jews. It is said that they lived in Hamburg, Germany, and opened a traditional German restaurant before coming to the United States. The home-made ale and special grilled sausages are very local There are some small fame.

After the Nazis came to power, the days of Jewish businessmen became more and more sad. Since the restaurant window was painted with David Hexagon, no one has come to visit. On the night of Crystal Night, the restaurant was almost set ablaze by fire, but the police turned a blind eye to the case. Old Isaac, who has a keen sense of smell, felt that a catastrophe was imminent, so he hurriedly sold the shop and the property, with his wife and Two children came to the United States to join relatives here.

Compared with the late Isaac, the late Isaac is extremely lucky. The Isaac family has retained most of the family property and has not encountered any trouble when entering the country. Relying on the savings of previous years, they reopened a restaurant in the Lower East Side, still selling home-brewed beer and German sausages, because the craftsmanship is really good and the price is cheap, the business soon became prosperous, and then the family caused a high-level Jewish community. note.

The Isaacs had been Germanized several generations ago, and the only people who were connected with the Jews were the bloodlines. When I came to the United States, the old Isaac did not even speak Hebrew. But in the eyes of the elders of the Jewish community, this is not a problem at all. What they need is the financial strength and influence of this successful businessman. Although the latter is not yet visible, the restaurant owner is full of this in the eyes of the elders. In terms of potential.

The Isaac family received Jewish baptism under the auspices of the elders, and the old Isaac was immediately absorbed into the community management. From this moment on, they will have the right to be assisted by the entire Jewish community, and they will have to bear the corresponding From their responsibilities. Raising funds from the Jews in the community is an easy task. Of course, the premise must be that the senior management of the community will come forward. Soon the elders have gathered a lot of money, all used to invest in old Isaac restaurants .

Soon, the German restaurant called "Blue Forget-me-not" changed its face. The head office was moved to Shangcheng District, and three branches were opened in the Lower East Side. There are a large number of German immigrants in New York. It is strange that few inexpensive restaurants with orthodox German flavors can be found, so there are a lot of diners coming here, and some blocks even line up at the door.

The Isaac family’s catering business entered the fast lane, the rate of wealth accumulation was staggering, and the profits were returned to the Jewish civilians in proportion to the investment, so the prestige status of the community management and the Isaac family was distributed among the community Jews along with the dividends. The heart quickly climbed.

"William, see what I did." Cashman happily ran to little Isaac holding a paper bag.

Isaac Jr. didn't pay attention to this new buddy in the United States. He slowly took out a few coins from his wallet and put them in the iron jar on the soda booth.

"Thank you very much, sir, please ask your father for me, and wish him health and longevity." The old man selling soda took off his hat and respectfully said that he could see that he thought it sincerely.

Everyone in these blocks knows this young man. They respect his father as much as they respect sages. The Isaac family has been regarded as the pillar of life by some people. Old Isaac will pay a large sum every month. Money to provide assistance to some people in need. Of course, he also put some loans in the community, and the interest is sometimes a little higher, but hasn’t that been the case for Jews for thousands of years.

"Let me see, where did this come from." Isaac grabbed the paper bag from the dead party and then pulled out a pistol from inside.

"My cousin gave it to me. He said there were a lot of containers stacked on the side of the dock." Cashman replied.

Cashman's cousin is the backbone of the dock union, often bringing home some of the tight-selling items on the market, but this time he obviously played a bit bigger.

"Did you see this line? This is military supplies. It's best to find a place to dispose of it, otherwise it will cause trouble." Isaac pointed out to the dead party a line of steel seals under the wheel magazine, which reads [US Army property ].

"I see, there are no bullets anyway."

"It has nothing to do with bullets. Take this thing away from me. I have warned you not to walk too close to your cousin, or you will be forced into prison sooner or later." Ai Sark said seriously.

"Okay, okay, everything is up to you." Cashman put the gun back into the paper bag with frustration.

"I know it's pretty disappointing, but it's for you, okay, Amy asked her friends out to dinner at night. Do you want to come together?" Isaac wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Really? Was it the last one in the blue dress? God, that's for sure, what time is it at night?" Cashman jumped up suddenly and threw the unhappiness out of Jiuxiaoyun.

Isaac agreed to a time to meet again, and Isaac pushed the bicycle and went home.

Although their family is already a little rich, old Isaac still maintains the same old style. The family still lives in an apartment building in the Lower East Side, but at this time he has become the owner of this building.

Old Isaac was not worried about the security problems in this area. The Jewish neighbors lived in the surroundings, and even the gangsters on the street were all their own. Security was absolutely guaranteed.

All the way, greeting each other with warm neighbors, Isaac climbed the stairs to the top floor of the apartment, which now houses only one of them.

After entering the door, Isaac greeted the maid who was cleaning the porch. The woman was a Hungarian Jewish immigrant and could not speak any English.

"Anna, which room is your father." Isaac asked.

"Master William, the master is now in the study." The maid answered in German.

"Thank you, Anna, you continue to be busy with your work." Isaac handed the cap to the maid and walked slowly towards the study.

Standing in front of the study door, Isaac tapped the door lightly.

"Father, this is William."

"Come in." Old Isaac's majestic voice came from inside the door. Taking a deep breath, little Isaac turned the doorknob and opened the door and walked into the study.

This was originally a bedroom. After the Isaacs bought the entire apartment, this floor was remodeled, and the study was renovated in the same way as in Hamburg's former residence.

"I just have something to talk to you, boy, you sit down and wait for me to process this document." Old Isaac pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"Yes, father." Isaac walked to the chair and sat down, holding his knees with his hands out of the chest.

"How's the situation in the restaurant?" Old Isaac copied a number, then raised his head and glanced at his son from above the glasses.

"It's still the same, nothing special, father." Isaac answered respectfully.

"Did you get something?" Old Isaac signed the name on the form and closed the account book.

"Yes, father." Isaac took out an envelope from the inner bag of the suit and handed it to his father.

"Good job, boy." Old Isaac took the envelope and looked at the seal against the light.

"Mr. Phillip told me to tell you that during this time, pay special attention to safety and wait for the next step at any time." Isaac said respectfully.

"The old guys didn't notice anything at all. They were full of unrealistic crazy ideas, and they wanted to return to Jerusalem and rebuild the Jewish state. But as a cover for the action, this reason is the best. "Old Isaac cut the edge of the envelope with a paper knife, pulled out the letter and threw it aside.

He opened the envelope and laid it flat on the table, then picked up the brass ink bottle on the table, opened a secret opening at the bottom, poured the liquid in the interlayer into the lid of the printed box, and then used a I dipped a small soft brush with liquid evenly on the envelope. Almost instantly, blue and black numbers appeared on the white envelope.

"Three eight five five, four zero four three two seven three look at this is twenty-seven?" Old Isaac quickly transcribed the content in a blank financial form with a pencil.

"This is the key for next week? Father?" Isaac Jr. asked in a low voice.

"Well, this is the secret key for our team. Take the ashtray over there and burn the envelope." Old Isaac packed up the potion on the table, and then inserted the form into his hand. In the books.

"When will we be able to return to Hamburg, father."

"Don't you like it here, kid?"

"I don't know what to say." The fire shone in Isaac's eyes.

"I won't wait too long, boy, I promise." Old Isaac walked over to his son and said, arms around Isaac's shoulder.

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