He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 45



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Episode 45

Episode 45 – Hitler’s Youth Corps

“Okay, now you can put on this mask!”

James Roosevelt shouted while wearing a Mickey Mouse mask.

“Isn’t it great? Should I get one for Dad too?”

“This cute guy is all the rage these days. I didn’t know you joined a club too.”

Roosevelt picked up his son and placed him on his lap.

“Did you even receive a separate mask?”

“Lucy and Tommy have them too! They both signed up with me. They also memorized the creed. Shall I read it to you?”

James cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“Mickey Mouse doesn’t swear, smoke, cheat or lie! He even sings!”

“It’s a platform. I like the part about not lying.”

Roosevelt smiled.

“There’s even music there. This is a proper club. I didn’t know that our James had already started club activities.”

“A lot of adults have joined too! Lucy’s mother also joined.”

James rummaged through his bag and took something out.

“There’s a Mickey Mouse cartoon series, a lunch box, pens, pencils, and erasers.”

“Do I have to pay a separate membership fee?”

“It’s all free. You can also get limited edition pins and badges if you meet the activity requirements. How cool is that? I’ve decided to go again tomorrow after school with the kids!”

“Club activities are good, but you shouldn’t skip your homework.”

Franklin Roosevelt looked at his son and laughed.

It had been a long time since I had seen my son this passionate.

‘It’s the Mickey Mouse Club.’

He stared at the lunch box with the rat character drawn on it.

The logo written below.

Disney & Hitler Studios.

It was a name I had become familiar with recently.

From radio to the Charles Ponzi scam.

Hitler had come to see him before.

‘I didn’t know he could penetrate the emotions of Americans so quickly. He really is no ordinary person. More on that later…’

Just as he was lost in thought, James clapped his hands.

“Oh, I heard that a stamp with Mickey Mouse on it will be released soon! If Dad wants one too…”

“Fifty sheets.”

Roosevelt took out some bills and handed them to his son.

“Buy fifty. If they’re the first stamps that come out, they’re worth collecting. No, I think buying a hundred would be a good idea.”

Looking at his father like that, the young son shook his head as if he couldn’t stop him.

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Atlantic Ocean

The Spirit of Saints steamer cut through the water in the morning sunlight.

As Jack Morgan was coming out of his private cabin, someone approached him.

“You woke up early.”

“Father, you woke up early too. I thought you were still sleeping.”

Amelia Morgan nodded and asked.

She adjusted her father’s hat and tie with a familiar gesture.

“I’ve crossed this sea dozens of times in my life, but I still can’t get used to it.”

“I will arrive in England tomorrow morning. Just bear with me until then.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Jack Morgan muttered with a thoughtful expression.

British Empire, England.

For him, quiet England was much more comfortable than noisy America.

Most of my close friends are also British.

Until the World War I, they and Morgan were equals.

But with the war over, Morgan was reborn as an omnipotent being.

Morgan House’s money dug into and devoured all of Europe.

“So many things have changed since the war. New names and technologies are emerging every day.”

He muttered.

“It goes without saying that the Bolshevism communists are running wild.”

“There are also Germans who dominate the American radio industry.”

“Are you talking about Hitler? I think there’s been a lot of interest in him lately.”

Morgan said with a falsely serious tone.

Adolf Hitler.

An unidentified German who brought great profits to the House of Morgan. Not only in asset management, but also in political advice.

After the release of Capitalism, Ho!, the press also began to portray Morgan in a positive light.

The same goes for the Ponzi scam that happened recently.

The state government asked for Morgan House’s help, but Hitler was behind it.

‘This recession was predicted months ago.’

All the businesses Hitler invested in were strange.

Radio, moving cartoons, flying rockets, board games, and more.

Some of them were so successful that they took American society by storm.

“Everything he does feels impulsive. It almost feels like he’s being chased by something.”

Amelia said.

“But at the same time, he feels very systematic. He’s always so confident. Isn’t that an interesting person?”

“You shouldn’t pay too much attention to him. He’s a guy who’s hiding something behind his back.”

Morgan looked at her daughter and sighed.

“I haven’t been paying much attention to you lately. I think we’ll both be able to relax and enjoy this trip.”

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

The two men went up onto the deck, chatting.

The dining car was crowded with people coming up for breakfast.

As Morgan was about to head to the private dining car, something caught his eye.

Capitalism, hooray!

Two children were sitting at the table, taking out a board game.

Morgan muttered, looking at the comically drawn picture of his father.

“If my father were alive, he would slap me in the face.”

As he stared, the children laughed and shouted.

“Sir, you look like the character drawn on the cover!”

“okay?”

Jack Morgan approached with a faint smile.

“Where are your parents? You two still seem young to be together.”

“You are eating in the dining car. You are having a tea party, but we are not allowed to come.”

“That’s just too much.”

“Would you like to join us, sir? It’s more fun with three people than two.”

“I am…”

Morgan muttered with a blank look in his eyes. His father always answered in a cold tone.

‘I don’t have time for that right now.’

‘You too will soon be a banker.’

‘If you have time to play like that, you should study more.’

‘Don’t disappoint your family.’

Even as an adult, Jack Morgan tried to live in the exact opposite way his father did.

He tried to be a kind father to his children and never cheated on his wife.

“Yeah, if it’s just for a little while, then it’ll be fine. Let’s just play one game together.”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Of course I know. You work at a bank.”

“Wow! Really?!”

“Okay. I’ll do it gently instead.”

Morgan unconsciously took the cigar out of his bosom and put it back.

“Then let’s begin!”

Morgan smiled faintly as he rolled the dice.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to move. So on this Avenue Street…”

After thirty minutes.

The first dropout has arrived.

“Sir, you don’t have any more money? Then you’re broke. You’re out of business quicker than I thought.”

“…”

There was a brief silence…

“One more round.”

“yes?”

A reporter was holding a camera nearby, but Morgan didn’t notice at all.

He coughed and leaned forward.

“Let’s play one more round.”

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New York

Hitler Company

“Uh, I got a call from the bank. Have you ever written a check for two hundred thousand dollars in California?”

Richter asked with a sigh.

“You didn’t invest in anything weird again without me knowing, did you? Should I pay you or not?”

“Tell them to pay you back since that’s what I gave you. I think they checked because you’re Asian.”

“Oh, Asian? Do you have an Asian lover in Hollywood? I didn’t know you had that kind of taste.”

“Sorry, I’m not MacArthur.”

“Hey, MacArthur?”

“There is such a person. He is probably the superintendent of West Point now.”

Pacific War.

Hero of the Incheon Landing Operation.

There was controversy over his relationship with a 15-year-old Filipino girl.

I don’t think I’ll run into that person very often.

“If you’re talking about American generals, I only know Smedley Butler. That Marine, you know, the general.”

Richter scratched his head.

“I think I’ve seen it often in public newspapers.”

“That guy is there too. Anyway, let’s stop small talk here. There’s still something to consider.”

I tapped my desk in my office.

The Mickey Mouse Club was a huge success.

More than a thousand members in theaters across the United States.

Although they didn’t collect separate membership fees, they were already making a huge amount of money just from character products.

A level of recognition that warrants a parade right away.

Are we the first to make this much money from the character industry?

“Actually, Joe, I didn’t know you could make this much money with a character that didn’t even exist.”

Richter said.

“I heard this is popular even among adults.”

“Characters don’t age and there’s no controversy. They’re better than actors or entertainers.”

Of course, it is also more difficult to gain popularity.

Once it becomes a trend, it can generate enormous profits.

‘I told you, I’m not doing copyright trading for nothing.’

The Mickey Mouse Club was just the beginning.

“I will build a kingdom later.”

“What? Wow, Kingdom?”

Richter chuckled with a dumbfounded expression.

“What the heck, what does that mean?”

“We’re going to create a kingdom where all the Disney characters are gathered in one place. We’ll build walls and a castle, and add lots of fun rides.”

The so-called Disneyland.

In fact, there were amusement parks even in this era.

But most of them are targeted at adults.

There is no theme park for kids and families like Disneyland.

A fantasy world away from reality.

The work that Walt Disney put the most effort into.

Most of Disney’s revenue in the 20th and 21st centuries came from theme parks.

“Hey, you’re not really weak, are you? I don’t think you smell like alcohol.”

Richter said jokingly, waving his hand.

“But if you’re going to invest and build it, shouldn’t it be Hitlerland instead of Disneyland?”

“No, that’s a bit…”

Hitlerland.

The staff wear black SS uniforms.

I have a feeling there will be skulls and swastikas drawn all over the place.

“It’ll take some time to get to that point. First, you’ll need a lot of famous characters. Mickey Mouse alone won’t be enough.”

Until then, I guess I’ll have to whip the Disney brothers hard.

Get to work, Hassan!

“If Rocketman becomes more successful, we can merge it with Disneyland.”

Wait, isn’t Disney buying Star Wars in the 21st century?

It’s a strangely similar situation.

“By the way, the presidential election is coming up soon. Do you have any plans?”

Richter said, handing me the morning paper.

“Alf, you said, it looks like it’ll be Republican this time. What do you think?”

“At the end of the war and the failure of the League of Nations, the Democratic Party was already defeated.”

Americans were already tired of Wilson’s moral and strict idealism.

America first.

The next 20 years will see America First gaining ground.

‘There’s no need to force the flow.’

Trying to resist the wave will only result in loss. It is better to ride it as high as possible and gain profit.

“And this election is a good business opportunity. As Hearst said.”

“Rain, a business opportunity. Is there anything worth making money from in the presidential election?”

“It’s overflowing. Even with what we have right now…”

I said that and shrugged my shoulders.

“There’s a radio.”

“So, what does radio have to do with the presidential election?”

“Where can I get the fastest information on the vote count? News about the campaign? Radio is the best medium for elections.”

Of course, you can find out who won by reading the newspaper.

But radio is live.

Unlike newspapers that require you to wait until the morning, you can quickly get news about the vote count.

In the 21st century, we have smartphones and the Internet, but now we don’t have those things.

And radio can do more than just report news.

The election campaign itself is also possible.

‘Roosevelt and other politicians were also eager to use radio in politics.’

A golden opportunity to grow not only money but also political influence.

You can make the nickname Radio Kaiser a reality.

“Whether Republican or Democrat, we will benefit regardless of who wins. I sent a letter a few days ago.”

I said with a smile.

I guess I’ll have to plan carefully.

“Seo, a letter?”

“It’s simple. It said if you need a radio, contact me first.”

The radio industry is currently under my dominance.

What if you added the support of the newspaper emperor, Hearst?

Everyone will rush to be the highest bidder.

Let’s see who bids the highest amount.

“Let’s squeeze out as much as we can while we can.”

1934 Mickey Mouse Parade – Public Domain