The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 183



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Unfortunately the world we live in is not equal.

It was like that in the 21st century when I lived as Park Byeong-jun but it is even more so now that I am possessed by Lee Kang’s body.

‘Because the royal family is still alive and well they take the existence of class for granted.’

But ironically the seven-person meeting I am attending now is geared toward equality.

These are the three great forces that exist within the group.

This was because Morgan Rockefeller and Rothschild were maintaining a precarious balance and keeping each other in check.

Just look at the way they gather around a round table and talk without drawing attention to any particular faction.

You can clearly see how much Morgan the host is watching us.

“Oh my Representative Morgan.”

“Where did you get such a witty sense of humor?”

“Haha my stomach is about to burst. Seriously Mr. Morgan is hilarious.”

However the balance of power of this seven-member council was gradually shaking.

Look.

Not only successful Wall Streeters but also influential figures from the Congress the judiciary and the executive branch participated as observers.

Aren’t you licking Morgan’s asshole hard?

Perhaps because they were quicker than anyone else to notice how the balance of power was being realigned that’s why.

‘You’re singing without hesitation.’

In contrast the voice of the Rockefeller faction to which I belong has been noticeably reduced.

This is because key figures from Washington were still knowingly or unknowingly continuing to mention Rockefeller’s antitrust lawsuit at this event.

They unanimously predicted Rockefeller’s defeat.

Morgan tried to comfort Rockefeller and tell him not to give up hope but the more he tried the darker Rockefeller’s expression became.

“Oh! Would you like a drink Senator Aldrich?”

“Okay. How could I refuse when Representative Morgan recommends it?”

Aldrich who was next to me was a politician who was engaged to be married to the Rockefeller family.

But as a spokesman for New York’s capitalists in Congress he also showed a lively side to Morgan.

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Rockefeller just watches clenching his fists.

‘Why do dictators pretend to be strong?’

I feel the reason deeply today.

Looking at Rockefeller.

‘Wall Street really is a jungle.’

When I see that they are treating me worse than before just because I am a little shaken up like this.

I can kind of understand why those fucking dictators are so paranoid about their power.

‘Only the strong have the right to speak.’

Take all the profits.

I experienced it myself five years after hearing about it.

“This prince.”

On the third day after the meeting began.

We were given a short break before dinner.

Morgan took advantage of that time to approach me.

“Do you have a moment?”

Everyone watched Morgan and I make contact.

It was a moment when my presence which had seemed to be there and then not there rose to the surface again.

“Then would you like to go this way?”

Since this was something I had discussed with Rockefeller in advance I went with Morgan without hesitation.

Then those attending the meeting began to whisper among themselves.

It seemed like the two of us were whispering to each other about what we were going to talk about.

* * *

“How is your health?”

“I have a bad cold so I’m having a hard time.”

“Oh my…..”

There wasn’t much to talk about at this meeting.

Even if I lead a meeting with my voice reduced my argument will not be accepted.

That’s why I kept my mouth shut making excuses about being sick.

“In times like that warm green tea is the best. Here have a cup.”

“Thank you.”

I sipped the green tea Morgan offered me.

Do that for 10 minutes.

Morgan and I just sipped tea without saying a word to each other.

“….”

“….”

Old memories just came flooding back.

During the financial crisis of 1907.

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After Treasury Secretary George Corteleu left he had a private meeting with Morgan.

‘I had negotiations to liquidate Livermore’s short selling account.’

Even back then we looked at each other’s livers and tried to gauge each other’s thoughts.

It looks the same now too.

‘I guess I should be the one to bring it up first this time?’

Because I’m the one who’s feeling regretful right now.

At least on the surface.

Knowing the future I don’t agree with Morgan’s thinking.

I opened my mouth first with a slightly nervous expression as I wanted to set a very big trap for him.

“Ah Representative Morgan.”

“Please speak Your Majesty.”

“There was that offer I mentioned before…”

“yes?”

Morgan made a face that said “I don’t remember.”

At this I pretended to be slightly offended and kept my mouth shut in silence.

“No.”

“Oh! I remember. I made a proposal about the Federal Reserve Act.”

“….”

“I guess you are very curious to know whether the offer I made back then is still valid.”

Morgan is smart.

Beyond imagination.

That’s why he was not the type of person who would ever forget a suggestion he had made before.

But the reason he keeps making this slightly forgetful expression is because he has a very annoying symbol of enjoying the current situation.

“Your Majesty.”

“Tell me.”

“The external circumstances are very different now than they were then.”

“…I know that too.”

Morgan sipped the rest of his tea with a victorious smile.

“It would have been better for both of us if you had accepted my offer a little sooner. It’s a shame.”

I shut my mouth again and made a somewhat aggrieved expression.

Morgan continued to analyze my actions maintaining a calm expression.

“I was thinking of taking it if the offer was still valid but it’s too bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Can we continue this by modifying some of the conditions? I think you’ll still need my help.”

Morgan cannot yet wage an all-out war against the Rothschilds and Rockefellers.

Both forces are strong to begin with.

This is because the political world is still under the control of an external enemy the Roosevelt faction.

This is probably why we took a break on the first day instead of pushing ahead.

I brought this up to see what Morgan was thinking.

Morgan smirked and showed that he would listen to my suggestion.

“Fix it?”

“okay.”

“What are you talking about? Except for the appointment of the central bank committee member that we talked about before I will listen to it and consider it.”

Morgan has signaled that he might make some concessions on anything but his goal of taking control of the central bank.

Then I recalled a past suggestion and brought up the following story.

“At that time you proposed to me that you transfer the banks you owned in the West to me.”

“Yes that’s right. If the single banking system is changed to a branch banking system I will absorb it and help the prince’s forces expand quickly in the West.”

I looked slightly embarrassed.

“If the offer is still valid I would like to accept it. But please delay the takeover a little.”

Morgan looked surprised.

“Is there any problem?”

“….”

I didn’t answer right away but remained silent for a moment looking embarrassed.

“You’re sure the cash you have isn’t all gone dry are you?”

“….”

“Oh my how could the prince of the world fall into such trouble?”

He says he feels sorry but his expression says otherwise.

It was as if I was watching relatives comforting their distant cousins ​​as their house prices plummeted.

“Didn’t you have a lot of cash in your hands during the financial crisis of 1907?”

“that is….”

I made a very innocent expression and whispered very quietly to my best friend as if I was telling him my secret.

“I bought some stock in Standard Oil and then I sold it.”

“Oh like that.”

“I invested a bit because I thought it was undervalued. I didn’t know there was a basement below the first floor.”

Morgan asked me with a meaningful expression.

“Then would you like me to lend you some money?”

“Can you do that?”

“Yes. What is our relationship?”

I’m in a-

He took Morgan’s two hands and made a grateful expression.

“Thank you. About five million dollars would be enough. That should put out the fire.”

“Five million dollars…”

Morgan’s eyes narrowed.

It’s like he’s asking why I have such an earnest expression because I don’t have that much money.

“Okay if you need more money just let me know.”

I looked embarrassed at this.

“That can’t be done. I have run out of collateral to entrust to you. Even if I try to reach out to you I can’t.”

Really.

He emphasized that he was pushed to his limit and leaked information that if he did something wrong his stocks could be liquidated due to short selling.

In this fleeting moment.

Morgan’s expression changed strangely once again.

“This prince.”

“Speak. I’m listening.”

“Intangible values ​​sometimes serve as collateral.”

I tilted my head and made a face that said I didn’t understand.

“Are you talking about things like the power to appoint future central bank governors for example?”

“Yes that’s right.”

Morgan mentioned one person as he made a slightly reluctant expression.

“Your Majesty.”

“Tell me.”

“James who was in a difficult financial situation borrowed some money from me using this as collateral.”

Oh oh.

I heard that James Hill is also in dire financial straits.

This is how liquidity was secured.

‘This is really….’

If I hadn’t stepped in Morgan might have really taken over the Federal Reserve this time around.

By my calculations now it is clear that half of the future Fed members will be nominated by Morgan’s faction.

“I’m a little worried about not having collateral but I have faith in the abilities of our seven members.”

“….”

“Who are we? We are the New York Stock Exchange itself.”

The original goal was to take control of the Fed.

Morgan cleverly hid this reiterating that he had no particular desires.

I nodded and pretended to be convinced by Morgan’s claims.

“I see. I understand.”

The deal is pretty much done.

The traps were also dug with great effort.

From now on the damage done to Morgan and Rothschild will depend on how much they want to ruin me.

“Ah! Prince!”

“Huh? Why do you have more to say?”

I’m going back to my room to rest for a while.

Morgan called me again.

At this I tried to stand up but stopped and sat down again.

“Weren’t you born in the Korean Empire Your Highness?”

“That’s true.”

“How much do you know about our neighboring country the Qing Dynasty?”

* * *

“At least I know more than you guys right?”

I looked at Morgan and then got up from my seat.

Then he turned to the mirror on one side of Morgan’s makeshift office and looked at it.

“Because I am more similar to the Qing people than you are.”

Morgan is white and I am Asian.

A question that might make someone with low self-esteem upset.

Just because someone’s complexion is the same doesn’t mean you can know everything about them.

But I responded with confidence not with a voice full of inferiority complex.

Because among the seven members he was the most expert on the Central Plains.

Morgan chuckled at my confident statement.

“Your Majesty.”

“Tell me.”

“The Qing court wants additional loans.”

“Really? Not Japan?”

“Yes. I sent someone to the Baron and my side.”

Rockefeller is currently using all of his available funds to short Standard Oil.

Is that why?

There were only two people in this world who had money left over.

“What would you do if you were me Prince?”

“hmm….”

Until a moment ago he seemed to be trying to do me a favor.

So I also had to show a response to this.

“The current Qing is similar to Mexico.”

I explained it to Morgan using an example from a neighboring country to make it easier to understand.

“It used to be a powerful centralized state but its former glory has long since faded. I hear that its administrative system has deteriorated to the point where it only exerts influence in the vicinity of the capital.”

“Oh like that.”

I emphasized putting strength into my voice.

“Furthermore the Qing government is incompetent. It is questionable whether it has the ability to repay its existing debts.”

I mentioned one thing with a meaningful expression.

“but.”

“but?”

“If you can provide collateral of appropriate value I might be able to lend you some money.”

“For example what kind of collateral would be good?”

“That’s the railroad.”

I moved to where the world mission was located and pointed to the map of the Central Plains with my hand.

“But there is something to be careful about. The Qing built the railroads under private leadership similar to the United States. In short the Qing government is penniless.”

Morgan thought for a moment then added one condition.

“If the Qing court nationalized it and offered to give it as collateral would Your Majesty lend them money?”

“Well I would decline.”

“Why? Why do you say such things?”

“Well….”

I chuckled and shrugged.

“Because of this the Qing Dynasty may fall.”

“….”

“In fact the Qing Dynasty is practically destroyed. It is only surviving because of the splendid pretext of the Mandate of Heaven.”

I tried making a circle hand shape by putting my right index finger and thumb together.

“If these interests touch the local leaders’ livelihoods again it will be a different story.”

“okay.”

Morgan thinks for a moment.

I approached Morgan like that and whispered quietly.

“Ah! Let’s keep this story between the two of us.”

“yes?”

“Isn’t there really a need to tell the Baron?”

Morgan and the Baron are now in a temporary alliance.

I winked again separating the two of them.

“Of course. Yes. This kind of high-quality information is naturally expensive.”

Morgan responded.

He had a hyena-like expression on his face probably because he saw a good opportunity to piss off the Baron who might compete with him again someday.

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