He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 67



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Episode 67 – H Club

“Are you really Mr. Hitler?”

“Yes, I am Adolf Hitler.”

Even if I lie about this, it won’t work.

I’d rather use the regular method.

‘I didn’t expect so many people to come at this late hour.’

A young man who looked five or six years younger than me approached me and asked.

“If you don’t mind, could I get your autograph?”

“Yes, of course.”

It’s a shame it’s not a rockstar.

Are there any female fans who ask for an autograph on their chest?

As I was signing the paper, I saw a familiar face.

A face I can never forget.

“Lieutenant Gutmann!”

Richter and I both shouted almost simultaneously. Lieutenant Gutmann was just as I remembered him.

An aura that anyone can tell is a soldier.

‘If I think about it, I owe you the most.’

Immediately after the war, Lieutenant Gutmann discharged Richter and me from the volunteer army.

If he had been a strict officer, he would have kept him in the army for several more months.

“Hitler, Richter. I’ve been hearing a lot about you in the papers. At first I thought I was mistaken.”

He said with a smile.

“Who would have guessed that you would become such successful entrepreneurs in America?”

“We didn’t know we would be this successful.”

A lot has happened since I got out of the trenches.

Morgan, Tesla, Edison, radio, etc.

Isn’t it natural that it’s hard to believe?

“Hitler, it’s a good thing you didn’t stay in the army. If you had, what a great opportunity you would have missed. And you, Richter, too.”

“I succeeded by sticking to Alf like a parasite.”

“Richter said, saluting playfully.

I looked back and forth between Lieutenant Gutmann and the crowd.

“So, did you gather these people, Lieutenant?”

“No, it’s a club founded by a young man like me who was a former military officer… Oh, there he comes.”

A man walked towards me with brisk strides.

An extremely serious expression.

An appearance with distinct facial features.

I felt an aura that made it seem like no joke would get through.

“Mr. Adolf Hitler. It is an honor beyond words to meet you. I knew you would come to Germany.”

“Oh, yes.”

This guy looks familiar too.

no way…

“My name is Rudolf Walter Richard Hess. I was an officer in the same unit as Hitler during the last war.”

As expected.

Rudolf Hess.

The man who was called the Acting President.

A figure who supported Hitler from the early days of the Nazi Party, and an eccentric who flew alone to England on a plane saying he would sign a peace treaty.

Have you seen it when you were in the trenches?

He stared at me with bright eyes.

“A few months ago, during one of the most difficult times in my life, I read Mr. Hitler’s book and was deeply moved by it. He was actually my life-saving benefactor.”

Benefactor?

No, what is this?

“I have formed the H Club with like-minded people. We are all people who deeply respect Mr. Hitler.”

“The H Club. What an honor.”

H Club.

That sounds like the name of some cheap adult club.

I looked at Lieutenant Gutman and he shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t know.

Rudolf Hess.

‘This guy is scarier because he’s sincere.’

Unlike people like Goebbels, Goering, and Bormann, he was a person who rose to fame solely through his loyalty to Hitler.

He was also famous for his various eccentricities and occult beliefs.

‘Who would secretly get on a plane and go to an enemy country alone to sign a peace treaty?’

Come to think of it, was it Hess who remained in the war criminals camp until the end?

The so-called last Nazi.

“Germany needs a strong leader more than anything else right now. In particular, the Lebensraum theory that Hitler spoke of was highly regarded by my mentor, Professor Haushofer.”

“okay.”

“As I wrote in my thesis a while ago, only a strong leader can overcome the difficulties Germany is facing today. Such a person is someone like Mr. Hitler who, even in the midst of adversity and hardship…”

Hess continued speaking.

“Whenever the Germanic people were in trouble, heroes always emerged. Goethe in the spiritual realm, Bismarck in the political realm. But Mr. Hitler distinguished himself in all fields: politics, culture, business.”

Awkward silence.

Both Richter and Gutmann looked at me.

‘What should I do with this guy?’

I never expected that Hess would start a fan club for me in Germany.

Let’s change the subject for now.

“How did you know I was coming to Germany today?”

“When we heard you were going to Sweden, we sent club members to each port.”

Hess said with a smile.

An expression that seems to ask for praise.

“At first, I tried to contact the hotel, but I couldn’t get through. I had no choice but to use human resources.”

No, then you’re saying that you followed me.

I don’t know how to react.

“But is the symbol of H Club Mickey Mouse?”

Mickey Mouse holding German and Austrian flags.

No matter how I look at it, it’s awkward.

“Isn’t it that you are expressing German pride and majesty through Mickey Mouse? Through the oppressed appearance… Mickey’s girlfriend Minnie Mouse is clearly Austria…”

Mickey Mouse represents Germany.

What the heck is this?

‘Rudolf Hess. Not a very capable guy, but…’

There was no doubt about his loyalty. His eyes were fanaticism itself.

‘There’s no need to throw away the cards you have in your hand.’

If used well, it could be used to gather internal intelligence on Germany.

Burns detectives are capable, but the more places information comes from, the better.

I reached out and tapped Hess on the shoulder.

“I was also looking for someone like Mr. Hess.”

“Is that true?”

Hess asked with a smile.

“I need someone to carry out a very important task right now. It is a task to objectively and accurately understand the internal situation in Germany. I mean, each major party, political group, and individual.”

“Then give it to me…”

“You can think of this as a kind of test I am giving to Mr. Hess. I will provide you with the list separately later. Of course, I will also provide the necessary funds.”

“No matter what happens, I will do it.”

Hess nodded with bright eyes.

“Oh, you have to do it as secretly as possible. If something goes wrong…”

“No matter what happens, Mr. Hitler’s name will never come up.”

“Okay. Then I’ll contact you first next time. First, would you like to gather the club members? I’d like to personally thank you.”

“Yes, please wait a moment!”

He ran towards the other members in a hurry.

Richter, who was standing next to me, spoke in a tone of doubt.

“Hey, can I trust someone like that? He seems a little crazy.”

“Still, it’s better to keep it inside than outside the fence.”

It would be a problem if something strange happened while using my name for nothing.

You could tell me to disband the fan club, but then I wouldn’t get anything out of it.

It is better in many ways to manage it by putting on a leash appropriately.

“So where are you going now?”

“How about taking a trip down south for a bit? Have you been to Heidelburg?”

“When you say Heidelburg, do you mean Baden-Württemberg?”

“Yeah, there are people to meet there too.”

The President’s Trumpeter.

I should check that guy out too.

“Then let’s meet with the media and politicians.”

“What exactly are you trying to do, Alf?”

“What we’ve already done in the US. Gaining public support and moving the political world in the direction I want.”

Money and influence.

There is nothing more powerful than these two weapons to move history.

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State of Baden-Württemberg

Heidelberg University

“I heard someone famous is coming today?”

“They said it was Hitler.”

“If it’s Hitler, then Adolf Hitler? What’s going on in Germany with an Austrian who was successful in America?”

“Didn’t you stop by on your way to Austria?”

College students holding books were moving busily, chatting. When they heard that a welcoming ceremony was being held in front of the school, all the students gathered.

Among them was a young man with a limp.

“Hey, Doctor! I guess there’s no nursing staff around today?”

“Stop it. You’re going to be a real doctor soon. Even if you’re disabled, how can you still make fun of me?”

“Yes, it is the greatest pride that the German literary world has produced. Although it is a bit unsightly.”

A few men pointed at the young man and snickered.

youth.

Goebbels responded by glaring at them.

“A nursing nurse? You really are good at talking nonsense.”

He muttered as he recalled the image of a woman.

Anka Stahlhelm.

The woman he loved and gave everything to.

As Goebbels became more absorbed in socialism, the relationship between the two lovers gradually became more distant.

Anka is the daughter of a bourgeois family.

She never understood her lover’s fascination with socialism.

‘Capitalism has not learned anything from the new era, and does not want to learn anything, because it puts its own interests above those of millions of others. So what’s wrong with millions of people forming an international organization to fight against capitalism for their own interests?’

As the petty quarrels continued, Goebbels and Anka virtually broke up.

With her financial support gone, Goebbels was forced to sell his old suits, the wristwatch his father had given him, and even his typewriter.

Finally, when I had run out of money and had even written a will, a helping hand appeared.

‘Is there anyone who is sponsoring my tuition? Who on earth is that?’

‘Your sponsor has asked for complete anonymity. He says he highly values ​​your potential. He has also promised to continue supporting you until you obtain your Ph.D. You will find out later.’

A sudden sponsor.

Who the hell is that?

While Goebbels was lost in thought, the speakers continued their speeches.

Most of the content was stereotypical.

Devotion to one’s country and people.

Some moral words to encourage you to focus on your studies.

‘I’d rather take a nap.’

Just as Goebbels was about to turn his back, a man climbed up onto the podium.

A face I’ve seen a few times in the newspaper.

A successful German-Austrian in the United States.

It was Adolf Hitler.

“At this moment, I want to say that I am prouder than anything else to be a German.”

The students looked at him with excited expressions. It was a completely different reaction from when other people gave speeches.

“Hey, Paul. Have you read that book he wrote?”

A close friend tapped Goebbels on the shoulder and asked:

“It seems really great. And the movie is said to be more interesting than the book.”

“An autobiography written by oneself? Such a cheap book is not worth reading. After all, isn’t the movie something one made by oneself?”

Goebbels snorted.

“It must be filled with self-praise. Instead of reading books like that, read more of Tolstoy.”

“Cynical. After all, it’s true that that guy is successful. I think I should go to America and start a business.”

“The success of the capitalists is…”

Goebbels paused for a moment.

It was only for a moment, but it felt like Hitler was looking at me.

A gaze that looks intently, not just glances.

“Didn’t that guy just look at you?”

“I don’t know.”

Hitler’s speech continued.

“It is time for capitalism to change. In order to resist the wave of Bolshevism, we must create new traditions. Schools with a long history and tradition like Heidelberg are the cradle for nurturing such talents.”

A clean argument without any frills.

Unlike the boring speeches of other speakers, Hitler’s voice was full of power.

“I understand that you may be swayed by extreme ideas in these turbulent times when the empire collapsed and the republic was established. It is unfair to deprive students of the opportunity to study just because the economic situation is bad.”

Goebbels found himself absorbed in his speech without even realizing it.

“It would be meaningless to simply console you with words. From this moment on, students from 15 schools across the country, including here in Heidelberg, can receive scholarships from the Deutsche Hope Foundation.”

When Hitler stopped his speech, covered in sweat, the students looked at each other blankly.

“There are no restrictions or requirements. This Hope Hoffnung Foundation is jointly sponsored by the Hitler Company and the Quaker Foundation of America…”

“Wow!”

A thunderous round of applause broke out. Everyone looked in disbelief.

Goebbels realized that his hands had turned bright red.

I was clapping without even realizing it.

He looked at his friend and asked.

“What is the title of that person’s book?”

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Author’s Note

Q: What was Joseph Goebbels’ personality like at the time?

A: Goebbels is often seen as a leftist, or socialist, figure within the Nazi Party. This was the case even before he joined the party, and he was initially not particularly impressed by the party.

When his brother Konrad got married, Goebbels published a piece in his wedding anthology mocking the Hitler supporters who attended the wedding. He drew a child sitting on a chamber pot and wrote a two-line poem below it: “When I see a swastika, I want to shit on it.”

At this time, Goebbels’ anti-Semitism was not that severe, and the Goebbels family’s perception of Jews was not much different from that of other Catholic, middle-class families.

At that time, many Jews fought and died in World War I for the Emperor and their country. Goebbels’ father, Fritz Goebbels, had a close friendship with a Jewish lawyer’s family, and he was secretly proud of this friendship because it enhanced the family’s reputation.

At that time, Goebbels said this to his girlfriend, Anka Stahlhelm, regarding Adolf Barthel’s literary history:

“You know I hate this kind of exaggerated anti-Semitism. I can’t say that Jews are my best friends, but I can’t get rid of them by cursing, taking sides, or even persecuting them. Even if we could get rid of them in this way, it would be very vulgar and inhuman.”

In addition, Goebbels received his doctorate under the supervision of Professor Waldberg, who was anti-Semitic, and his fiancée Else Janke, whom he began to date after breaking up with Anka, was also anti-Semitic.

It is believed that his full-blown anti-Semitism began after a setback he experienced while working at a bank in 1921–1922.

(Source – Goebbels, Psychology of Mass Incitement/Ralph Georg Reut)