The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 108



< Bloody Mary (2) >

“Hmm. Bloody Mary and Red Wedding…”

Morgan Jr. rested his chin on his hand and closed his eyes for a moment.

I was wondering what would be a more appropriate name for the red cocktail I just had.

“I can vaguely imagine the intention. May I try to interpret the prince’s hidden intentions?”

huh?

Do you think the intention is reminiscent?

‘I didn’t really worry about it in that high a level.’

Here’s how you interpret it again.

really.

‘Bloody Mary is a title taken directly from the original history and Red Wedding is the name of a famous episode of a fantasy-based drama that I liked.’

How should we interpret interest?

I let Morgan Jr. continue talking.

“Okay do whatever you want.”

“When you named her Bloody Mary did you by any chance imagine Queen Mary of England when you named her?”

Queen Mary.

She was the first female monarch of England to ascend the throne before Queen Elizabeth I and she resembled her father Henry VIII in all his madness.

During her reign countless people died.

This was a time when social conflict reached its peak due to the religious transition between the old and new religions.

Morgan Jr. sipped his remaining drink as he told the story.

“This cocktail is so strong that it will remind you of the Mad Queen because you’ve probably never tried a tomato-based drink before.”

“yes.”

“But if you like this tomato-based drink it’s so addictive that you’ll find yourself reaching for it again and again. Once you get into it you won’t be able to stop dreaming.”

Mary hated betrayal and apostasy.

Morgan commented that the name Bloody Mary was appropriate for the drink noting:

‘I wonder if the first person to create this drink in history named it Bloody Mary for this reason?’

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Do you want to keep drinking this beverage?

“On the other hand the Red Wedding….”

Bloody Mary is a very important story that is always mentioned in British history books.

On the other hand Red Wedding is a meaningless word that was created in modern times and has nothing to do with the history of Britain or Europe.

That’s why Morgan Jr. had a bit of a hard time interpreting this.

Because of that it took some time to hear Morgan’s interpretation.

“It seems that the taste of marriage is likened to this cocktail. I guess it was named with this name in mind while imagining the red and passionate married life of the future prince.”

I chuckled and didn’t answer.

Because it was so different from the image I had in mind.

“Your Majesty this cocktail. I would like to have another glass.”

“It looks like you’ve hit Deputy Morgan’s taste buds quite well. Come here.”

I called Kim Han-su who was waiting at the bar.

“Let me make two more glasses of what I just had.”

“yes.”

* * *

Kim Han-soo shook vigorously the tomato juice base mixed with vodka and Tabasco sauce.

Afterwards he put it in a pretty cocktail glass and brought it to our table.

Swaying-

He seemed a little nervous as he ended up making the mistake of stumbling at the end.

Thanks to that a couple drops of Bloody Mary splashed on my clothes.

“Oh Your Majesty. I am sorry.”

Since it was my house and not outside I took off my coat and was only wearing a dress shirt.

Is that why?

Two drops of Bloody Mary gently landed on his white shirt.

Because of that a red stain appeared clearly on the white clothes.

“oh my….”

Morgan Jr. clicked his tongue and looked at me with pity before glaring at Kim Han-soo with a fierce gaze.

also.

As expected from the Morgan family who blindly believe in class theory they react quite harshly to the mistakes of those below them.

“Your Highness. Are you okay?”

Kim Han-soo looked restless perhaps because of the eagle eyes Morgan Jr. was giving him.

“It’s okay.”

I tried to comfort him by giving him a nonchalant expression.

“You go to my room and bring me a change of clothes along with a towel.”

“Oh yes. I’ll be back quickly.”

Morgan Jr. stared at Kim Han-soo for a while as he walked upstairs then turned his gaze to me.

He made a slightly strange expression.

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“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh no.”

There happened to be a large full-length mirror near the table where we were drinking.

I slowly walked towards the mirror and observed my current appearance closely.

“Why? Is it because I look like I’ve been shot?”

“Oh my prince. What if you say such unlucky things so carelessly?”

America is a nation founded by devout Puritans.

Puritans abhor superstition.

But they are people too.

That’s why I hate superstitions but ironically I tried to maintain this routine by packaging it as a social custom.

‘For example when launching a ship champagne is usually poured before the ship’s first voyage but this is treated as a traditional event.’

In the West women always crack open champagne at wedding ceremonies.

Because they think that if a man does it it will be considered cheating.

‘I guess that’s the case too.’

Morgan Jr. looked at me with a serious expression not knowing whether he knew what I was thinking or not and gave me advice.

“Your Majesty words have power. There is a terrible hidden force that makes things happen even if they are not happening at the moment.”

“okay?”

“Yes. You should refrain from saying such things in the future as something bad might actually happen.”

“Okay.”

I took Morgan’s advice and drank the cocktail that Kim Han-soo had left behind.

“By the way which one do you think is better?”

“I didn’t notice it when I was eating it but when it got on my clothes it tasted a little like blood. In that sense I think Bloody Mary is more suitable than Red Wedding.”

If I had known the true meaning of the Red Wedding I would not have made that choice but since Morgan chose Bloody Mary anyway I planned to follow suit.

“Then I guess we’ll name this cocktail Bloody Mary.”

“yes.”

After undressing I changed into the new shirt that Kim Han-soo had brought.

Morgan Jr. who had been watching this for a while soon asked me.

“This prince.”

“I’m listening.”

“I have a question.”

Morgan Jr. looked at me with curious eyes as if he was really curious.

“I heard you’ve been putting a lot of energy into wedding preparations recently.”

“Shouldn’t we prepare a gift like this for guests who have come from far away? We’re planning a surprise show and you can look forward to it as well.”

Morgan Jr. nodded as if agreeing with what I said.

Then soon after he asked me additional questions.

“There are rumors going around that there are too many security personnel. There are concerns that too much money is being spent on security.”

Morgan Jr.’s opinions would be in line with those of California’s luxury goods makers.

Since he came west he’s been partying a lot.

Some people seem to be muttering about my excessive safety precautions.

‘Yeah. I guess I should at least give a warning.’

Because I’ve been hearing ominous news lately.

I warned Morgan Jr. with a serious expression.

“I might endanger others because of me. I’m just doing what I have to do as a host who invites guests.”

“Danger? What danger are you talking about?”

“Rumor has it that Japanese radicals are after me. That’s why I’ve added more security personnel just in case.”

Morgan Jr. took another sip of his Bloody Mary and spit it out.

He felt embarrassed and quickly wiped the area around him with the handkerchief he had brought.

“Here on American soil? Your Majesty?”

He was so flustered that he even stuttered something he never did before.

“okay.”

“At the wedding?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Hahaha- haha- haha-”

Very frivolously.

Morgan started laughing loudly.

“….”

“….”

As I continued to look serious Morgan Jr. quickly made a serious expression as if he felt slightly embarrassed.

“Your Majesty you are more fearful than I thought. I never thought you would care so much about the Japanese living across the Pacific. How could they touch you in America? Your Majesty. As long as you do not return to your home country the Japanese government will not be able to touch you even a single finger.”

know.

I know.

“Why would you come here and cause trouble unless you’re crazy? Think about it.”

What I’m saying is.

The problem is that they are crazy.

‘The current Japanese warriors are half-militarists. The communists are like that too. Those who are obsessed with ideology you never know what they might do.’

I continued to stick to my opinions.

Morgan then shot me a look that seemed to suggest I was delusional for a second or so before quickly returning to his original expression.

He hesitated for a moment then gave me a look of understanding.

“Well it’s better to be over-prepared than under-prepared Your Highness. If you’re really worried I’ll bring a bunch of bodyguards that day. I’ll also protect you and your future princess Ethel so don’t worry too much.”

“Hey. You don’t have to come forward.”

“Huh? That’s too bad. Aren’t we a family? We’re going to be in-laws in the future so this is basic.”

You’re talking about the same thing you said before you started drinking.

Are you really taking it to heart?

‘If you’re Morgan Jr.’s youngest kid….’

JP Morgan Bank will be taken over by Morgan III Morgan Jr.’s eldest son.

The other two daughters got married on their own.

The youngest son found a way to survive by starting a bank near the end of the Great Depression.

The company that was created at that time was the famous Morgan Stanley.

‘He’s not a bad match if he’s the co-founder of Morgan Stanley… but will he really make a deal with me?’

But that’s too far in the future.

First of all I don’t have any children yet.

It seems like it would be overkill to think seriously about whether your first child will be a boy or a girl.

‘Still he’s a good son-in-law…’

While I was thinking about Morgan Jr.’s youngest son for a moment.

Morgan was also thinking about something while emptying her Bloody Mary.

“By the way what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m thinking of meeting President Giannini.”

“Oh you mean the Catholic who came to New York with the prince last time?”

Morgan Jr. recalled Giannini and told his story.

“His name has been coming up a lot in New York lately.”

“okay?”

“Yes. I guess business is going pretty well.”

If it were before I would have treated you like you didn’t exist.

It’s nice to see that you remember his name and care about him.

It seems Morgan Jr. is starting to notice Giannini.

‘However unlike other banks Giannini’s Bank of America values ​​personal credit rather than actual collateral. Morgan will also have no choice but to respond to the new trend.’

Moreover at this time the United States was in the midst of a fierce lobbying campaign to nationalize banking.

It means that the existing system has changed drastically.

At times like these new powerhouses tend to emerge so the existing vested interests tend to get very nervous.

It looks like Giannini is on Morgan Jr.’s radar.

“As expected my judgment was right. I thought you would be good at your job from the moment I saw you.”

“Oh is that so?”

“Well then. You’re the first person I partnered with in America. How could I forget that?”

Morgan Jr. made a complicated expression.

I also see envy.

And he also shows jealousy.

There was also a sense of caution.

As I watched Morgan Jr. going through a variety of emotions I thought back on his history.

‘In the history of the original…’

There was a time when Morgan Jr. fought with Giannini over the management rights of BOA.

‘Didn’t they still send Morgan’s directors to BOA to teach advanced finance?’

What will history be like this time?

Will Morgan Jr. smack Giannini in the back of the head?

I’m behind it.

“I’ll make time for us to have a meal together sometime. Let’s have a meal together Giannini. Oh maybe next week… That would be nice.”

I made my next appointment while watching Morgan Jr. rack his brain.

Morgan hesitated for a moment then nodded and accepted my offer.

* * *

September 7 1908.

About three weeks before Lee Kang’s wedding a large ship docked at a dock north of San Francisco.

“Let’s start disembarking.”

The passengers disembarked the ship with bored expressions having sailed across the Pacific for a month from Tokyo Japan.

“What is your name?”

After the San Francisco earthquake entry procedures for people from the East have been tightened in the United States.

This is because the authenticity of passports and visas has been verified more closely in accordance with the revised immigration law.

“I’m Miura Matsujiro.”

Miura Matsujiro who had received a secret order from Katsura Taro held out his passport in front of the examiner with an anxious expression.

David who had been checking the Japanese passport here and there looked at the nervous Miura Matsujiro and started asking him a few questions.

“Where will you live?”

“This is the Central Hotel.”

“What is your purpose of entry?”

“Visiting relatives and hunting.”

David’s eyebrows twitched.

“Hunting? What kind of hunting?”

“Do I have to say that?”

Usually it takes less than a minute but David a newbie was quite strict with the immigration inspection.

As David continued to bite Miura and fall his senior and shooter John approached him.

“Hey David. Can’t you see that long line standing over there?”

“Oh that’s it.”

“If you do this too meticulously we’ll end up getting off work late too.”

John explained slowly and clearly so that David could understand.

“Japanese and Korean people are not under our jurisdiction. They are not from Hong Kong or Shanghai and if they are in Tokyo they are 100% Japanese. If you think they are okay just let them pass.”

“yes.”

David looked slightly aggrieved then looked at the Japanese man waiting.

He bluntly tossed his passport towards the Japanese person and greeted him.

“Welcome to America. Next.”

bang-

An entry permit stamp was placed on one side of Miura’s passport.

Only then did his expression brighten.

Miura left the San Francisco docks clutching his bag tightly.

“Mr. Miura. Here you go.”

His colleagues who had arrived before Miura waved their hands and welcomed him.

Miura and his colleagues made contact with those who had arrived earlier.

“How about the tiger hunt? How are you preparing?”

< Bloody Mary (2) > End