NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 270



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 270

Black Thursday (3)

I think about that sometimes.

I think the hardest thing to maintain in the world is perfection.

If someone were to listen, they would probably say that it’s too late to say that fall is coming since fall is almost over…

“Are you enjoying the autumn atmosphere a bit late now that autumn is almost over?”

“… … .”

“What are you looking at?”

“This doctor seems very consistent.”

“?”

The countless buildings of the Washington skyline stretched into the sky like the Tower of Babel, which soared high into the sky without knowing the heights and then collapsed in the wrath of God.

Among them, the most recently built, shiny and dazzling building.

This very place was the doctor’s new home.

Of course, since I have a hard time legally owning anything in the US, I bought this place in his name through Dr. Lee.

Originally, I was thinking of buying the entire building, but I changed my mind a little after Dr. Lee said that it would be too conspicuous.

Thanks to that, the doctor is living a life of luxury at my expense and is finally starting to live a life more like a diplomat.

Well, in any case, the doctor ends up paying all the taxes.

“How much tax will I have to pay this year?”

“Now that we’re in this big building, there’s bound to be quite a few people.”

“Then I guess I need to find a good tax accountant.”

At my words, the doctor chuckled and put down the volume 1 of The Pacific War he was holding.

“Let’s stop talking nonsense and start writing the second volume of the Pacific War.”

“Volume 2? Why are you writing that?”

“People seem to want that.”

“Ah… … Not to that extent. It’s already been several months since the book came out.”

“Haha, just today, when I passed by a bookstore, I saw long lines of people waiting to buy books, and I also saw a small protest group denouncing the Japanese who interfered with the writing of Volume 2.”

“That’s a funny joke.”

The doctor sighed.

“Ha… … Sometimes, I think you have a bit of a lack of value? Evaluation? for your actions.”

“Doesn’t that mean he’s someone who can look at the situation objectively?”

“If that’s what you think, then so be it, but shouldn’t you look around with a little more ease sometimes?”

“hmm.”

I said nothing and just looked at the doctor.

Then, the doctor suddenly asked me why I was looking at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have something to say?”

“No. When the doctor says something like that… … I find it a little interesting.”

“What am I?”

“no.”

Dr. Lee’s advice to look around was very good advice.

“Then I will follow the doctor’s advice and take a look around.”

“Aren’t you going to get into trouble again?”

“Haha, I don’t know when you’re going to say I caused another accident.”

“If we really have to be specific, it would be quicker to say that you haven’t had any accidents since you set foot in America.”

“Really… … This doctor isn’t even a three-year-old child, and he can’t even take care of the house by himself?”

“… … .”

The doctor didn’t ask me specifically about killing FBI agents.

But the doctor also seemed to have a vague idea why I had touched them.

That’s why, whenever I said I was going somewhere, I was a little wary and didn’t go outside.

“So what brings you here?”

“Am I the kind of person who goes out to do something? I’m the kind of person who goes out and thinks about what to do.”

“I see.”

The doctor picked up the book again.

Then he lifted the bookmark and said to me.

“On your way back, buy some manuscript paper.”

“No, I told you I don’t plan on writing any more.”

“Oh, would it be better if I write more?”

“Oh my.”

I left this doctor behind, who kept nagging at me, and headed out onto Washington Street.

Washington Street, which was reasonably well-organized, was crowded with people.

People on the street were all busy or absentmindedly looking somewhere and heading towards it, while others were sitting somewhere looking at the ground with a look of disappointment.

Among them, some innocent-looking people were fascinated and admired the dazzling cityscape.

Those people seemed to be dreaming happy dreams while looking at the high skyline above their heads.

And among these people, there was one person who was not looking in any particular direction, but was just glancing around and smoking a cigarette.

-Chiiik.

“after.”

That’s me.

Today too, I leaned against the wall, smoked a cigarette, and quietly looked around.

Naturally, there was no particular problem because the face was made up of Mr. Donny, an innocent reporter, editor-in-chief, and president of a yellow press.

“Trash in the trash can! Japs to Japan!”

“The National Assembly should enact the Japanese Exclusion Act!”

“We condemn the Japanese government for dumping the garbage of society into the United States of America!”

On one side, protesters holding signs reading “Let the Japanese Go to Japan!” were clashing with the police, while on the other side, long lines of people looking tired could be seen standing in front of a bookstore.

The bookstore was already bustling with people, and one interesting thing was that everyone was leaving the store holding similar books.

A book with a new cover depicting a bomb dropped from an airplane splitting a battleship in two.

It was the [Pacific War].

‘Everyone is so diligent.’

It seems like everyone rushed to the bookstore upon hearing the news that a revised edition had been released.

The revised edition, unlike the old one, emphasizes the brutality of the Japanese army a little more, and also includes the story of the Doolittle Raiders, which was previously forgotten and left out, in the middle of the text.

Thanks to this, people started buying the revised edition, practically treating it as Volume 1.5, and as word of mouth spread, [The Pacific War] spread beyond the eastern United States and into the central and western United States.

As I looked at the numbers in my bankbook growing by the day, I naturally had this thought.

‘Do I really have to write volume 2?’

With the Great Depression coming soon, it seemed like a good idea to stockpile a lot of cash before it did.

In particular, before the Great Depression, shorting in the futures markets required a lot of cash.

Of course, I had a counterfeit money factory at my disposal, so I could print money indefinitely if I wanted to.

Because of my reckless printing, a shocking report was submitted to the State Department stating that approximately 1% of the US dollars in circulation were counterfeit bills made in Shanghai.

Of course, I didn’t see it through the official route.

I just went in for a quick look and came out.

anyway.

‘The problem going forward is that God doesn’t know how badly the American economy will be ruined… … .’

The US economy, which had been filled with bubbles during the Great Depression, burst all at once, causing a significant decline not only in the US economy but also in the global economy.

However, there are now counterfeit bills on the market that are indistinguishable from real money.

Although this fact has not yet been made public because the U.S. State Department has been trying hard to keep it quiet, people who know about it are somewhat aware of it.

This is also the reason why international gold and silver prices are rising now.

This is what happened because the rich people in America, who were known to snort, did not trust the dollar and tried to buy as much gold and silver as possible.

Of course, the U.S. government is putting pressure on those who buy gold and silver as if they have a monopoly, but would people who are obsessed with the idea that their wealth could disappear in an instant listen to such words?

‘There are not many people who can control their greed… … and the richer your pockets are, the more difficult it is to control it.’

Well, that’s it.

The rich tried to protect their wealth in some way, and the U.S. government tried to maintain economic stability in some way.

Me on the other hand?

‘He’s an evil economic criminal who shakes the board.’

-Chiiik.

He finished smoking a cigarette, roughly put it out against the wall, and threw it into the ashtray.

I decided my next move in the time it took to smoke a cigarette.

‘If we touch the price of gold a little, people will like it.’

As it happened, I had a mining company that had a virtual monopoly on one of the major mines in Asia, and a barge president who was running it fairly well.

And in that company’s warehouse, there was gold and silver that had been piled up neatly since before the owner changed.

‘The economic turmoil caused by World War I has subsided, the economies of the European powers have stabilized, and the U.S. economy is rising rapidly, so demand for gold is no different from usual, except for greedy pigs.’

It was truly a godsend.

* * *

[All minerals in the warehouse will be sold.]

Dae-gal Dae-gam, the president of the Joseon Mining Company in Unsan, received a telegram from the United States.

Naturally, the sender was his master, the incomparable terrorist, the Ghost of Gyeongseong.

“You want me to sell all the minerals piled up in the warehouse… …?”

Daegal Daegam was perplexed when the person who had been telling him to just pile up the minerals without saying anything suddenly told him to sell all of the minerals.

“Why all of a sudden…? Why are you asking me to sell it?”

The ordered Daegal looked at the economic indicators to see if there was something he had not seen.

But no matter how much I looked at the indicators in the paper, I couldn’t read the teacher’s thoughts.

If the price of gold had been skyrocketing in the past, wouldn’t it be different? But would you sell off gold in a stable situation like now?

‘Wouldn’t this be a loss?’

If someone else had done this, I would have kicked them out, saying, “What nonsense is this?” But… … This was the teacher’s order.

It was an order that the Great Commander had no choice but to obey.

There’s one more there.

Clearly, he had decided in his head that this was a crazy thing to do, throwing money into the market… … But his nose, which could smell money so well, began to react.

‘Why? Why? Why on earth?’

Clearly this is just throwing money on the floor.

If I had disposed of the gold slowly, I would have made tens or hundreds of times more money than this.

He had decided so, but… … the greedy pig inside his heart kept urging him to sell everything quickly.

The piglet, who had an incredible sense of smell for money, was quickly kicking his heavy butt to get it to move.

“… … .”

Daegal Daegam has climbed up to this position by hitting the back of the heads of countless people in the past.

And it was thanks to the greedy pig living inside his heart that he was able to get to this point.

Those around him were always looking for ways to hit the back of the head of the great tyrant or take advantage of him.

If his family is like that, how could it be any different for others?

But our great lord survived all these circumstances and came to this place.

how?

It was all thanks to that greedy pig that had made a home in his chest.

Now, the pig was pushing him on his back, telling him to sell them all quickly.

“… … .”

He had never once in his life failed to meet his expectations, and he had even saved his life by giving him all his money, making him a rich man… … . His soulmate.

That’s what he just advised.

[Sell them all quickly, you idiot!]

‘… … .’

Daegal, who loves his family but does not trust them deeply in his heart, has only two people he trusts the most.

One was the greedy pig in his heart, and the other was this teacher.

But those two gave him some advice.

“There is no reason not to listen.”

The great lord immediately summoned his secretary.

Then he gave him an order.

“Get rid of all the gold piled up in the warehouse.”

“… … Right now?”

“Yes, as soon as possible, all of them.”

“Uh… … . Then there is a problem in the international market… … .”

“Sell it.”

The great sergeant was more resolute than ever.