He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 4



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Episode 4

Episode 4 – Vlog under the statue of the goddess

“Look over there. Did you see me and a girl going in together?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve seen it dozens of times already. Are you an elementary school student?”

Richter and I stood on deck and watched the people.

Richter would get excited whenever a man and a woman entered a lifeboat together.

I’m not even an elementary school student.

Immigration ship heading to America.

The deck and cabins were filled with people of all nationalities.

Ukrainians, Russians, Estonians, Lithuanians, Poles, Italians, etc.

Germans like us are a minority.

“There he goes again.”

“If you’re that interested, stop peeking and go find a girl who likes you.”

I said with a smile.

No matter how I say it nicely, the immigration line was a mess.

The groans heard every time a lifeboat passed by. Outdoor play inside under a tarpaulin.

‘As expected, those who play, play everywhere.’

Is it common to get hit in the eye by an immigrant? Richter scratched his head as if he felt embarrassed.

“I don’t think there’s any woman here who would date a German man right now. I’m just glad I don’t get stabbed again.”

“Most people here are from German-occupied areas, so there’s nothing we can do.”

On his first night on board the ship, Richter was attacked by Poles and had to fight alongside them.

‘I didn’t know you would follow me to America so obediently.’

It was unexpected that Richter readily agreed to go to the United States.

Are you impressed that all my predictions have come true?

“I don’t want to live in a country occupied by communists. Accountants are going to be dragged out onto the streets and shot.”

The Spartacus Revolution in Germany.

Richter was shocked by the idea that Rosa Luxemburg and the radical left were planning a coup.

“Alf, how did you know that was going to happen?”

“Everyone has their own source of information.”

As we walked towards the dining car, exchanging jokes, all sorts of smells wafted in.

There are still live chickens scattered here and there.

“Hey, look over there. Are they soldiers?”

Richter nodded.

US military uniform.

Are they soldiers returning home?

It didn’t look ordinary.

A haggard face in a wrinkled military uniform.

A few people were nodding and throwing their heads in all directions.

PTSD?

A condition known in this era as shell shock.

‘PTSD began to receive serious attention after the Vietnam War.’

Those people are the only ones who feel sorry for them.

The other passengers kept their distance from them as if they had made a promise.

“You keep mumbling the same thing? You shouldn’t come any closer.”

One of the soldiers stood out.

I tried to pour water while nodding my head, but my hands were shaking and the glass kept spilling.

I approached him and filled his glass with water.

“Thank you.”

A look of surprise.

The seizures continued during this time.

“I’m not doing this because I want to.”

“I know, too.”

“…You fought with a gun, too. Didn’t you?”

“I was in the trench on the other side.”

“So you must have spent years on the battlefield. I ended up like this in just a few weeks.”

The soldier stammered.

“The hospital said I was completely healed and that I should go home. They said that all of our soldiers were heroes.”

A bitter smile came out.

What reward will there be for those who risk their lives in battle?

‘The bonus army wasn’t created for nothing.’

The Bonus Army, a group of World War I veterans who gathered in Washington to demand additional pay.

But the Hoover administration suppressed them with tanks.

The overall command is General MacArthur.

It was one of the little-known dark histories of the United States.

“Good luck.”

“You’ll need it too.”

After wishing each other good luck, we parted ways.

Then Richter approached.

“Alf, we’ve arrived.”

“already?”

As I left the restaurant, I saw a crowd of people.

Alice Island seen beyond.

The Statue of Liberty looked down on us.

“This is my first time seeing it in person.”

“Me too.”

When the ship docked, the passengers were divided into men and women.

A simple physical examination after vaccination.

The doctor looked over my body and put an X on my shoulder.

Fortunately, they don’t do lower body inspection.

I almost got scammed.

The next place we headed to was the public hearing room.

“Hey, the evaluation time per person is 5 minutes? Isn’t that too short?”

“Considering the number of people, that seems long too.”

The actual waiting time was longer. It felt like waiting for target practice.

Then the people in front took out their cigarette packs and shoved dollar bills in them.

Ah, that must be a must in this day and age.

“Richter, take out the cigarette pack.”

“Why do you smoke?”

“no.”

I took all the cigarettes out of the pack and put a few dollars inside.

“what are you doing?”

“You have one too. Give it to me when the time is right.”

“Who are you giving that to…ah!”

Richter also noticed a beat later. It was a strange time when it was not possible to give something to civil servants.

Well, things aren’t all that different in the 21st century.

After several hours, we finally entered the examination room.

The examiner is a man with a blunt-looking face.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Adolf Hitler.”

“What is your nationality?”

“I’m German, no, Austrian. I’m also of German descent…”

Hitler was from the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

To be precise, a German-Austrian.

To begin with, the concept of the German people is much broader.

It was thanks to that concept of nationality that Hitler was able to become Chancellor of Germany.

No one ever said Hitler wasn’t German.

The examiner sighed as I stood there blankly.

“Let me write German. Do you know what this means?”

He handed me a book covered in black leather.

“It’s the Bible.”

“Okay, put your hand on the Bible and swear that you will tell the truth.”

I simply recited the oath.

“Do you have money to spend in America?”

“Yes, there is.”

I took out the dollar bills I had exchanged in advance.

Thanks to Hitler’s savings, he had enough money to live on for a few weeks.

“It seems a bit lacking to me…”

As expected, it comes out like this.

When I took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the examiner, he coughed and accepted it.

“Looking at it again, it seems like it’ll be okay. Do you have a place to live?”

“I’m going to stay at the house of a relative of my colleague who came with me. He runs a clothing store in New York.”

“Okay, so you have a job, too. Have you ever been arrested for a crime in Germany or any other country?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Have you ever been a member of an anarchist group or an anarchist organization?”

“I only believe for a little while during tax season. Of course, I pay my taxes regularly.”

The examiner looked up and chuckled.

“It would be harder to find someone who likes taxes. Now, my last question. Among lions, is the one with the mane male or female?”

what.

What kind of trap question is this?

“It’s a male.”

“Okay, that’s great. How do you tell the gender of a cat?”

“…You can tell by looking at what’s hanging below.”

“Okay, you made it through. Welcome to the United States of America.”

I received a card that said I passed.

“Show your card to the immigration officer over there. He’ll give you a registration card.”

He said, shaking my hand.

“If you don’t commit a crime for five years and pass a simple English test, you can become a citizen of the United States. If you have the skills, you shouldn’t have any problems. Good luck.”

As I received my registration card and went outside, Richter greeted me.

“Alp! You passed without any problems, I see. You didn’t say you were good at English.”

“This is just cold porridge… no, I’m eating sauerkraut.”

“Isn’t sauerkraut supposed to be eaten cold?”

“Does that matter at this historic moment?”

Ellis Island and New York were visible right in front.

My heart is pounding without me knowing it.

The day I first set foot in America.

We looked at the street with eyes filled with emotion.

The first thing I saw was…

It was a horse that pooped as it passed in front of us.

Food thud thud thud.

This is truly an unforgettable first day.

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The streets of New York were abuzz with excitement and triumph.

Young men in military uniforms and men in suits.

We headed to Richter’s great-uncle’s house in Brooklyn.

“The bird is bigger than I thought.”

Richter muttered, looking at the buildings.

Immigrants from all over the world.

Street foods also varied.

The place we headed to was a road where Jews lived.

As I was checking if the address was correct, a man popped out.

“Welcome, Et! I’m glad you’re alive and well.”

Richter’s great-uncle, Levine, was a large man.

He guided us inside.

“You too, come quickly! If you’re Et’s friend, you’re like a friend of our family. You must have had a hard time, so first, unpack your bags and get some rest.”

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

“You don’t have to be so stiff. Come on, you guys should come and say hello to Uncle Et.”

Levine tapped me on the shoulder and introduced me to his wife and children one by one.

‘There are more than five sons and daughters.’

It won’t be easy to raise them.

“These two people will be staying with us for the time being. Please do not cause any trouble.”

“Okay, I prepared a meal in advance, so come and eat quickly. It’ll all get cold if you keep doing this.”

Levine’s wife said with a kind smile.

Similar vibe to my husband.

Richter and I sat down at the dining table without realizing it.

Ham, bread, and bowls of soup filled the table.

“You probably didn’t eat properly on the boat, so eat quickly.”

“Yeah, you can eat without worry, there’s no more of that damn turnip bread.”

Levine handed me a slice of ham and said, “I thought Jews didn’t eat pork.”

Is this a family that doesn’t particularly care about religion?

“Our store’s situation is not good these days, but we can easily hire two employees. I will hire you both as full-time employees. If you work hard, you will have no trouble making a living.”

“Thank you, Uncle. But Alf and I have something else in mind.”

“You thought about it?”

“I’m thinking of investing in stocks for the time being.”

Levine sighed after hearing what I said.

“Stocks. Those Wall Street guys are just like robbers, except they don’t have knives.”

“That’s right, we also got recommended railroad stocks and got our hands on them…”

Mrs. Levine mumbled.

It’s a railroad stock.

A sport that many common people have dabbled in in this era.

“Well, anyway, you and Richter probably have your own plans. Whenever you need a job, just let me know. I’ll make room for you two.”

“thank you.”

You’re so kind that I can’t concentrate on my meal.

With our bellies full, we were guided to an empty room.

“You are both kind people.”

“I, I told you. No one is more devoted to family than we Jews.”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard it dozens of times. Are you going to talk about the Talmud again?”

That night.

I heard voices while I was going to the bathroom.

“I need to borrow some more money. If I can’t pay the rent right away, I’ll have to vacate the store…”

“Just ask them to postpone it for a few more months. Have we ever been behind on rent? You’re the one who suddenly raised it.”

“Let’s just move to a smaller building. Once we get through this crisis…”

The voices of the Levine couple.

It seems like the clothing store isn’t doing so well.

I didn’t notice it while I was eating dinner.

I felt uneasy for no reason.

‘I need to earn money quickly and get out.’

You can’t just be a burden to others.

When we returned to the room, Richter greeted us with a bottle of alcohol.

“What is that?”

“Uncle Alf gave me a bottle to drink with you. It’s not expensive, but let’s drink together. Surely, you’re not saying you can’t drink it, are you?”

“Of course not.”

It was Hitler who didn’t drink or smoke, not me.

‘But I guess I should quit smoking.’

In this era, cigarettes did not have filters.

Even if there is a filter, it is a bit much to just smoke something harmful.

“I’ll just smoke one on special days.”

“Well, then I guess I can smoke today. It’s my first day in America, right?”

“Yes, for life in America!”

We each had a glass of whiskey.

“I’ll start going around Wall Street tomorrow and gather information. If I meet a few brokers, I’ll be able to find out which stocks are doing well.”

“No, that’s not necessary.”

I said with a smile.

“You just have to buy the stocks I tell you to buy.”

“I’m not doubting you, Alf…”

Richter shrugged.

“Just because you have a good feeling about stocks doesn’t mean you’ll always succeed. It’s more important to understand what’s trending and check financial statements. It would be good to have inside information, but that would be difficult.”

“Well, let’s make a bet on who will win over the next week. How about a dollar?”

I recalled the company names written in my data notebook.

Stocks that soared on global stock markets in 1919.

Among them, the United States had the most.

It’s a test where you solve it by looking at the answer sheet.

Wouldn’t it be harder to fail?