He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 55



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Episode 55

Episode 55 – The Foundation and the Altar (Last episode of the free version)

December 1920.

In Germany, the Day of Disarmament began with the Treaty of Versailles.

Posters urging people to drop their weapons were plastered throughout the streets, and citizens and veterans lined up to hand over weapons to the Allied forces.

According to newspaper reports, there were dozens or even hundreds of people who came carrying war medals and throwing them on the ground.

Meanwhile, the Hitler Company building.

An unexpected guest visited me.

“I heard that Morgan House is also planning to establish a foundation?”

“It’s still in the planning stage. My father hasn’t made up his mind yet.”

Amelia Morgan spoke in her usual calm tone.

I think you’ve become a lot more gentle than when we first met.

It still feels cold. It’s like the fourth dimension, you know.

By the way, it’s the Morgan Foundation.

‘I don’t remember Morgan running such a charitable foundation while he was alive.’

Did my actions have any impact?

“But why are you telling me that?”

“You may have heard of the Rockefeller Foundation. Rockefeller announced the creation of the foundation five days before the Supreme Court ruled to dissolve the trust.”

Amelia said.

“After all, we spent a huge sum of money, $100 million, and we got criticized. Morgan House needs to take preemptive action.”

“If you create a charitable foundation in advance before controversy arises, you will be less likely to be criticized. I agree with this.”

I nodded.

That’s a wise choice.

‘Even the Rockefeller Foundation only succeeded in clearing its image in the latter half of the 20th century.’

Rockefeller committed many evils, including monopolizing, eliminating competitors, and suppressing workers by using private thugs, and received much criticism from the public.

‘If there is one way Mr. Rockefeller could contribute to the world, it would be to invest in large-scale educational institutions where people can learn how not to become like him.’

Even such talk was being circulated openly.

“In the end, it’s a question of money. If you spend money now, you won’t have to spend more later.”

Amelia Morgan said.

“Mr. Hitler, you would know better, right? Isn’t that why you have been building that image up until now?”

“Well, I always tried to be a good person.”

I answered in a calm tone.

That’s a sharp observation.

That’s why rich Americans establish charitable foundations.

Image management and passing on a legacy to your children.

‘At first glance, a charitable foundation sounds like a group with good purposes.’

Many public libraries, museums, art galleries, and parks in the United States were built through donations.

‘It’s completely different in reality.’

Take the Hilton Foundation, for example.

The foundation’s board of directors, which manages tens of millions of dollars, is made up of a majority of direct descendants of the foundation’s founder.

A honey pot where descendants can gradually take the inheritance without worrying about taxes.

Receiving a rebate for investment purposes can easily convert the foundation’s assets into cash.

“Mr. Hitler changed my father’s image through board games. My father is grateful for that.”

Amelia said.

“My father also hopes to cooperate with Hitler in establishing this foundation.”

“You’re asking me to help you manage the foundation’s image?”

Because I have a radio.

That’s a very convincing proposal.

Are you going to use it for image management?

“I was planning to create a separate PR department in my company. I hired one of my acquaintances…”

That’s when I was talking.

thud-

Someone came rushing into the office with the door wide open.

There’s only one person who would come in so rudely.

“Adolf, I was passing by and a good idea came to me. It’s from the sketch you showed me a while ago…”

Coco Chanel stopped talking when she saw Amelia.

“Oh, it’s my first time meeting you. Did I interrupt you at an inopportune time?”

She smiled and extended her hand to Amelia.

“Chanel. My name is Coco Chanel.”

“I’m Amelia Morgan. I’ve heard a lot about Ms. Chanel.”

Amelia said in a calm tone.

“I heard you recently opened a salon and boutique in New York?”

“Adolf helped me a lot here, didn’t he? He’s not only good at business, but also has a great artistic sense.”

Chanel, who said that, naturally sat down on the sofa next to me.

“But what brings you here, Mrs. Morgan House? I don’t see a driver outside. Are you perhaps alone?”

“I told him to take a walk and get some air. Business talks always take a long time.”

“Business. Isn’t it against common sense for a daughter of a noble family to participate in business?”

“There are no noble families in America.”

“Money is the most powerful honor and power.”

Chanel said with a faint smile. A strange sense of hostility.

Is it because of the difference in origin?

‘If I do something wrong, the atmosphere will become strange.’

It would be a problem if the two of them were to fight. I coughed loudly.

“Chanel, what do you think of Miss Morgan’s style from an expert’s perspective? Don’t you think she would look better with just a little bit of change?”

“It’s style… that’s what it is.”

Chanel looked at Amelia with an evaluating gaze.

You just changed the subject.

“Your figure is not bad. In fact, it is quite good. I think you could wear tighter clothes. What you are wearing now is too old-fashioned.”

She jumped up from the sofa.

“I just happened to bring a few clothes. Try them on. If they fit, I’ll give them to you as a gift.”

“jeon…”

Amelia looked at me with an expression that said, “I need your help.”

I shrugged my shoulders, meaning that I had no choice.

Chanel is like that whenever it comes to clothes. Even I can’t stop her.

“Adolf, is there a place here where I can change clothes?”

“There is an unused room right in front…”

“Then I’ll write briefly.”

Chanel grabbed Amelia’s hand and led her away, almost forcibly.

A small voice can be heard from the other side.

After a while, the two people returned, having changed their clothes.

“It feels completely different.”

Long white trousers.

The jacket worn above is also stylish.

It’s the first time I’ve seen clothes like that in this day and age.

“It may seem a bit too unconventional, but it suits you well.”

“Is that so? I’ve only ever worn Trousers like this when riding.”

Amelia asked in a bewildered tone.

“I told you, you have a good basic body. I’ll give you these clothes as a gift.”

Chanel made a smug expression. She really is an easy person to provoke.

Chanel and I had a brief conversation about fashion.

“Mr. Hitler, then I will be going now. I have more people to meet regarding the Foundation.”

“I’ll show you outside, Miss Morgan.”

“Then I will go with you.”

Chanel smiled and approached Amelia. They must have become close friends.

“We were talking about horseback riding earlier, and we seemed to be getting along well. Adolf, are you interested?”

“Horseback riding. I’ve never done it myself.”

I escorted them out of the building.

By the way, these pants have a riding outfit feel to them.

It seems like a very unconventional fashion for this era. Amelia seems to like it though.

“Hey!”

Two large men came toward us.

Blue police uniform.

“It is illegal for women to wear pants in public places, unless they are playing sports or riding horses…”

“Wait a minute. Is this person by any chance…”

The police officer next to him tapped his colleague.

A suddenly brightening expression.

“Are you by any chance Hitler?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I’m sorry about this. We didn’t notice it. You can just go.”

The policeman said with a smile.

“My cousin was involved in a Ponzi scheme a while back, and thanks to Mr. Hitler, he got most of his money back. Please be careful about how you dress in the future.”

“I see. I didn’t know that.”

I knew that most women only wore skirts.

I never thought the pants would be illegal.

The officer who had been shouting at us opened his mouth hesitantly.

“Excuse me, could I get your autograph?”

“Oh, yes. Of course.”

Adolf Hitler.

The officer who received my autograph lifted his hat as if he was grateful.

“Well, have a nice day, Mr. Hitler, ladies.”

I sighed in relief as I looked at the backs of the officers.

“Didn’t you know, Ms. Morgan, that it was illegal to wear pants in public?”

“This is my first time out on the street alone without a driver or chaperone.”

Amelia answered with a curious expression.

“This is the power of image. That’s the kind of look my father wanted.”

“Even if I had heard of Miss Morgan’s name, I would have just let her go. Because she had the Morgan family name.”

“But you didn’t ask for my autograph, did you?”

Just then, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the building. Amelia got into the car and said.

“How about coming over for a horseback ride next time? My father loves bird hunting. If we spend time together, we can shorten the distance.”

“I’ll teach you how to ride a horse before you do that, Adolf. Men always enjoy learning from me.”

Chanel interjected with a playful smile.

“Let me think about it. But, Ms. Chanel, didn’t you know that trousers were prohibited?”

“Well, I haven’t been in the US for very long. There’s still a lot I don’t know.”

Still with a playful expression.

Is that on purpose?

“Then I will also go now.”

I couldn’t help but sigh as I watched the Rolls-Royce and Chanel moving away.

Why are there only weird people around me?

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[Their cunning eyes flash with greed, cruelty, madness, and crime, and their twisted faces, raised eyebrows, and grotesque facial features give the impression that they are unmistakable criminals.]

The typewriter tapped the paper with a sharp, tick-tick sound.

Hoover continued writing with a frown.

Ministry of Justice, Comprehensive Information Bureau.

A few months ago, the intelligence agency he led launched a sweeping crackdown on foreign socialists.

Thousands of arrests.

An arrest made without a proper warrant or evidence.

Only a very small number of them were convicted.

Public opinion, which was initially favorable to the mass arrests, gradually turned around when evidence failed to emerge.

‘Stop arresting innocent people!’

‘Give us back our sons!’

Something had to be done before this sentiment spread.

Just then someone came up behind Hoover.

“Hey, Hoover.”

“Yes, Mr. Attorney General.”

Hoover nodded at Secretary Palmer.

Palmer, a leading Democratic presidential candidate, was dropped from the presidential race due to the backlash over his ‘red rhetoric’.

Hoover, as well as he himself, knew that his public service career was running out.

‘Ministers change, but bureaucrats remain.’

Hoover intended to keep his job no matter who became the new secretary.

He had something else in mind.

A federal investigative agency independent of the Department of Justice.

For that position, Hoover was willing to endure and sacrifice anything.

Even your own sexual preferences.

He broke off contact with the male lover he had been seeing until recently.

I’ve been using fake names and identities all this time, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

Even if there was a problem, it was enough to deal with it using the information agency.

“As you well know, until the next president takes office, please remain as quiet as possible. Don’t make a fuss by picking on useless issues. Do you understand?”

“Yes, of course. In the first place, what could I do without your permission?”

Hoover watched Secretary Palma return to his office.

After a while, he opened a drawer and placed a file on the desk.

[Adolf Hitler]

A German who has recently started to gain popularity in the United States. There were too many things about this guy that I didn’t like.

‘I heard you promised black people a radio broadcast a while ago.’

Reds, blacks, women’s rights activists. These are the parasites that are eating away at America.

Only a greater force can eradicate these filthy insects.

‘That would require a big issue.’

For the intelligence agency to gain power, it needed public support.

What if Adolf Hitler publicly supported the Nazis?

A capitalist who supports the victims of communism. Hitler would be a good tool.

“I have to work carefully.”

Hitler had close connections not only to the immigrant community but also to politics. How could someone like him be in debt to the Bureau?

“We need to have them come to us for help first.”

He had already brought countless entrepreneurs to their knees. No matter how high and mighty he was, in the end he was just an easy prey.

Hoover hummed and tapped away at his typewriter.

The evening three days later.

A telephone rang out from the top floor of Hitler Company.

“What? You’re saying there’s a strange noise coming from the newspaper? No, there’s no need to overreact.”

A dark office.

In the dim light, only his mustache was visible.

“I have a rough idea who did this.”