He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 17



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Episode 17

Episode 17 – Rocketman

“I didn’t know coming out had that kind of meaning.”

“Then what did you think?”

“…I didn’t think about it at all.”

Coming out.

A party where a young lady who has just become an adult makes her debut in society.

‘It’s different from coming out in the 21st century.’

Well, I guess the Morgan family’s daughter wouldn’t be throwing a lesbian confession party.

That would have been fun too.

Was there a rumor that Jack Morgan’s sister was gay?

“Well, by the way, the Rolls-Royce is definitely nice. There’s almost no shaking.”

“It has to be expensive.”

As I said that, I tapped the steering wheel. Rolls-Royce’s Silver Ghost.

It was quite expensive.

There’s no way you can take a taxi to a party Morgan is hosting.

‘It’s definitely lacking in some things…’

Seat belts, side mirrors, cup holders, etc.

In the 21st century, things that were taken for granted were either absent or in strange forms.

Still, it has a certain feel to it when driving.

A few minutes later.

We arrived at the Morgan mansion.

Dozens of servants and maids.

Even people dressed up in expensive suits and dresses.

It’s like we’re at a royal ball.

“Then let’s go.”

“Ugh, I don’t think this is our place.”

“Then, would you like to wait in the car like a chauffeur?”

“I’d rather do that.”

I stretched out my arm and grabbed Richter, who was trying to run away.

I can’t be the only one suffering like this.

“You should go and get to know some politicians. If you want to become a true tycoon, you have to do that much.”

“I’m already a millionaire…”

He dragged Richter, who was drooping, into the mansion.

The smell of cocktails and perfume was strong in the air.

‘I’m glad I asked Morgan.’

From the governor of New York to the House of Representatives and Senators.

All the real powers that run America were here.

I had a natural conversation with people while drinking cocktails.

“Mr. Adolf Hitler, you were in the newspaper a while ago. Although you are German, you came to America…”

“I was impressed by what you said about the American Dream.”

Mostly friendly response.

It was worth praising America so hard.

‘Is this why everyone is so patriotic?’

at that time.

I saw a familiar face.

A face I’ve seen hundreds, thousands of times.

I approached him half-possessed.

The man who found me reached out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Hitler. The Advanced Research Institute for Inventions presentation was truly remarkable.”

“Thank you. I didn’t know you knew me.”

“Adolf Hitler. Not a name you can easily forget.”

He answered with a smile.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

FDR for short.

The only four-term President of the United States and the leader who led the country to victory in World War II.

‘In America, he is the most popular after Lincoln and Washington.’

That guy knows me.

My hands are shaking like crazy.

“You’ve really only been in the US for a year? Your English is really good.”

He spoke fluent German.

The complete opposite of Hitler’s Austrian accent.

“It’s nowhere near as good as Mr. Roosevelt’s German.”

“My enemies even call me by a German name. They say Rosenfeld.”

He said with a smile.

What a delightful image.

“The Democratic Party is pursuing various policies for immigrants like Mr. Hitler. There are many anti-immigration people these days, but it would be beneficial for the United States if there were more people like Mr. Hitler.”

Roosevelt asked with a playful expression.

“Mr. Hitler, which side are you on, the elephant or the donkey?”

Elephant and donkey.

The Republicans were the elephants and the Democrats were the donkeys.

“well.”

What should I say?

The US presidential election will be held soon.

The Democratic Party suffered a crushing defeat.

Republican Warren Harding became president.

‘Roosevelt ran as the Democratic vice presidential candidate and lost.’

But it was Roosevelt who made America a superpower.

“I’m on the winning side.”

“Then you are on the donkey’s side.”

Roosevelt said with a smile.

After that, we continued chatting.

“By the way, the back of your hand is shaking a little when you speak.”

“Is that so?”

“One of my relatives in Germany had the same thing. Then he got polio…”

I paused for a moment.

Roosevelt had not yet contracted polio.

‘Some scholars claim that it is not polio, but another disease.’

Could advance warning change that fate?

No, you won’t take me seriously.

“I think it would be a good idea to find out.”

“I thought adults didn’t get polio very often. Maybe that’s just a coincidence.”

“Hey, Franklin. Come over here and say hello to the governor. I was just talking to you.”

“Okay, George!”

Roosevelt extended his hand to me.

“I guess I should go now. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Hitler.”

“Me too.”

It’s a shame to break up like this.

Isn’t there something we can do to impress Roosevelt?

…that would interest Roosevelt…

“I heard that you enjoy collecting stamps. I have my own collection, and I’ll send you some of my spare German stamps.”

“It’s a German stamp. I don’t have many German stamps in my collection. I really appreciate you sending them to me separately.”

There is no stamp collector as famous as Roosevelt.

I have to get some rare stamps somehow.

“I will contact you again later.”

That’s all for now.

Since then, I have had conversations with many politicians.

Democrats and Republicans.

No party ever refused my offer of support.

As I was wandering through the crowd, I arrived in front of a woman.

“Hello, are you here to ask me to dance?”

“If you want to request a dance… ah, yes.”

“Here, you can sign the dance card. Oh, you might have to wait a little while.”

A gorgeous red dress.

Distinctive facial features.

‘Tracy Morgan.’

You were the star of today’s coming out party.

If I write my name on a card, do I have to wait for my turn to dance?

It looks like I’m waiting for some restaurant.

“Are you Adolf Hitler? My father talked about Hitler several times at home.”

Tracy Morgan said in an excited tone.

A cheerful tone, unlike his father.

“I thought he was really great. My father didn’t mention other people very often.”

“I hope it was a good story.”

“Last time, Mr. Ramon made a mistake and the house was so noisy because of it. All we heard was that for a whole week…”

Her speech continued.

He has the exact opposite personality to Jack Morgan.

Is this the style where you pour out your words?

I moved my seat carefully, nodding along appropriately.

“It was nice talking to you, Miss Tracy Morgan. See you later.”

“You shouldn’t go too far. You have to dance with me.”

“I will be there on time.”

I came out onto the terrace as if I was half running away.

Cool, refreshing air.

I feel like I can finally live.

It was quiet outside the building.

I took out the cigarette, fiddled with it, and put it back in my pocket.

“Do you need it?”

A woman’s voice.

When I turned my head, I saw a black dress.

It was dark so I couldn’t see it.

“It’s okay. I only smoke on special days.”

“I guess the Morgan family party is a special occasion for Herr Hitler.”

“Everyone knows my name. I didn’t know I was this famous.”

“My father talked about Hitler for days. He was in the newspapers all the time.”

“If it were my father…”

A face that looks uncannily like Tracy Morgan.

Could this be Jack Morgan’s other daughter?

The name is definitely…

“My name is Amelia Morgan. The smiling girl over there is my sister.”

“It’s Adolf Hitler.”

After a brief self-introduction, silence fell. It felt strangely hostile.

What should we talk about?

Clothes? Business? Politics?

I should have learned social etiquette in advance.

Then Amelia said in a blunt tone.

“You will fail.”

“yes?”

What a failure.

What is failing?

“It’s the Advanced Invention Research Institute. It’ll be hard to go beyond three years. DuPont has tried something similar before. They gave their scientists as much freedom as possible.”

She turned her head and looked at me.

“After five years of deficits, we eventually went back to the old system.”

“You’re very interested in business. I didn’t know that either.”

“Because she’s Morgan’s daughter. My grandfather made money by investing in Edison, but he had other failed investments. Tesla Tower was one of them.”

She said.

“Inventors tend to exaggerate everything, and it’s impossible to predict which technologies will be successful.”

“I agree with that.”

I answered with a smile.

Actually, this is the correct theory.

The success rate of venture capital is only about 5-15%.

But I know the future.

A 100% successful venture business?

A paradise for investors.

“Then how about making a bet with me?”

“If it’s a bet…”

“I’m betting that my lab will be profitable within two years.”

“Free money is always welcome. How about a hundred dollars?”

She chuckled.

“Okay. If I win, I’ll take a hundred dollars. But if I lose, I’ll give you a million dollars.”

“…”

Amelia frowned.

Do you think I’m making fun of you?

“The Morgans are very calculating, Mr. Hitler.”

“That goes for me too.”

If you are confident that you will make a profit within a year.

I don’t care if you bet a million dollars.

“Then I’ll take it as a million dollars.”

“Think again, Miss Morgan. It might be a bit dangerous.”

“I think it’s Mr. Hitler who needs to think again.”

She smiled faintly.

“I will contact you when the time is right.”

“I will contact you when I make some money.”

After shaking hands with her, I went back inside.

Richter greeted him with a weary look.

“Alp. Do, where the hell have you been? I almost died meeting politicians all by myself.”

“Sorry, I was just taking a break on the terrace.”

I quenched my thirst with a cocktail.

“Did you get any results?”

“The governor and city council members are positive. It seems like the RCA led by the US Navy will take action to check it…”

“I guess I’ll have to look into it a bit more.”

Just getting the politicians’ stamp of approval is enough income.

More importantly…

“Starting tomorrow, try to get some German stamps. As rare as possible. You can spend as much money as you want.”

“What? Why a stamp all of a sudden?”

“I did that because something needed to happen.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at Richter’s dumbfounded reaction.

“It’s for the future President of the United States.”

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New Mexico

Roswell

“Okay, just a little more!”

“Just a little more!”

The men looked into space and waved their hats.

The rocket soared upward, spewing bright red flames.

The birds around were startled and scattered.

“It’s a success! It’s a success!”

“for a moment!”

at that time.

The rocket, which had been rising in a straight line, tilted to the side.

“Oh, no!”

“Robert! Get out!”

The rocket fell to the ground and exploded with a loud noise.

Everyone gasped as they looked at the flames.

“Is everyone okay?”

“I’m okay!”

“This is such a shame.”

A man ran to where the rocket landed without saying a word.

Robert Goddard.

“How many times has this failed?”

A woman approached him and asked.

“Ninety-two times. That’s a new record.”

“Edison experimented over two thousand times to invent the incandescent light bulb. We haven’t even done it a hundred times yet.”

Esther said, patting Goddard’s arm.

“You will definitely succeed someday.”

“The problem is that there is no money right now. The Army is not interested in rockets anymore. They probably don’t help in the war.”

Goddard sighed and said.

He approached the still smoking rubble.

Weeks of effort gone in less than a minute.

“Robert. I was going to show you this after the successful experiment today…”

Esther took out a newspaper and handed it to him.

“It was a few days ago in the New York Times. I think there’s an article in it that you might find interesting.”

“What kind of newspaper is it? It doesn’t seem to have anything particularly interesting in it…”

Goddard’s gaze stopped as he scanned the newspaper.

[Hitler also made the outrageous claim that rockets could take him to the moon. According to basic physics, rockets require oxygen to burn. But there is no oxygen in the vacuum of space…]

“What the hell is this nonsense? This is nonsense.”

Goddard shouted in an excited tone.

“Liquid fuel can only use pure oxygen without nitrogen. So it can burn in a vacuum. The New York Times is publishing such an absurd article.”

“How much do newspaper reporters know about rockets?”

“I guess I should send a correction request right now.”

“That’s not the point, Robert. Look at this.”

She pointed to a page of the newspaper.

“If we use rockets, we can easily travel to the moon. That’s what you said. This businessman named Hitler must have read your article.”

“…”

“Why don’t you apply to the Advanced Invention Institute? There’s no better rocket engineer in America than you, Robert.”

“But rockets don’t make money. Even if it’s an invention research institute, they’ll only accept things that have business potential.”

He sighed.

“Who would be interested in a rocket that can’t even fly properly?”

“Even if I get rejected, I don’t lose anything, right?”

“I see.”

Goddard looked back at the rocket debris and nodded.

“I don’t think there’s anything to lose by sending the letter as you suggested.”

‘Professor Goddard Claims Rockets Could Take Us to the Moon.’ – New York Times, January 12, 1920