The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 208



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“Gilliam! Gilliam!”

From early in the morning someone has been desperately looking for Gilliam.

“Have you called your majesty?”

His true identity was Morgan Jr.

“uh….”

Gilliam opened the door that had been shut tightly all night and froze.

Because the face of the man who could be called her master had turned pale like a sick person.

“Your Majesty Do?”

“Don’t just stand there like that.”

“yes?”

Morgan Jr. continued talking his expression slightly annoyed as he slumped over next to the toilet.

“Go downtown and bring a doctor.”

“Please wait a moment.”

30 minutes later.

Gilliam hurried back to the Morgans’ annex.

Naturally the best doctor in the area accompanied him.

The visiting congressman examined Morgan Jr.’s condition here and there and gave a brief diagnosis.

“You have acute enteritis.”

“That acute enteritis?”

“Yes. What did you eat last night?”

“….”

Morgan Jr. hesitates for a moment.

The doctor turned his head and looked around.

“You had champagne and red ginseng.”

The room still smelled like women’s perfume.

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The congressman frowned guessing roughly what had happened the night before.

“There has been a lot of acute enteritis among the aristocracy in London recently.”

“Why? Why does something like that happen?”

“Well everyone… I can’t say for sure what I ate last night but I suspect it’s because of the bad old red ginseng.”

“Oh is this red ginseng?”

“Yes that’s right.”

Morgan Jr.’s eyes widen in surprise.

Isn’t red ginseng a miracle drug from the Orient?

He ordered Gilliam to bring him the packaging of the red ginseng he had eaten yesterday.

“Your Majesty. These are the red ginsengs you ate yesterday. But…..”

“uh?”

Gilliam finds something odd and hands the package he was holding to Morgan Jr. continuing to talk behind his back.

Morgan looked at this and realized why Gilliam did what he did.

“It’s not a Hill Company product. It’s a similar product from All Japan Ginseng Distribution Company.”

As red ginseng became a profitable product everyone started rushing to buy it.

Japan which claimed to be the protector of the Korean Empire was one of them.

After nullifying the Korean Empire’s royal monopoly on red ginseng they distributed some of the secured quantity to companies run by domestic capitalists.

Was there any corruption in the process?

A certain person became the person in charge and he distributed expensive red ginseng without any caution and this kind of thing is now happening frequently all over the world.

“Red ginseng is a product that must be stored in a cool dry place. If left at room temperature for a long time it will inevitably spoil like other foods.”

A piece of advice flashed through Morgan Jr.’s mind.

‘The prince also mentioned this briefly.’

If you purchase red ginseng it is recommended to store it in the refrigerator rather than at room temperature.

As the advice Lee Kang had given before floated through Morgan Jr.’s head he looked slightly regretful.

“If you overlook this you might end up with a stomachache the next day like the Vice President. You should be careful in the future.”

The congressman being a devout Puritan looked with mild contempt upon Morgan Jr. for spending a night with a prostitute.

But he hid these feelings as much as possible.

Morgan Jr. was also currently focused solely on his own boiling stomach.

I didn’t notice it.

“Anyway please stay here and rest for a while.”

The congressman urged Morgan Jr. not to leave the place as he prepared to return.

“I have to board a ship soon so you want me to cancel it?”

“Vice President.”

“….”

“If you take your illness too lightly you could end up in big trouble.”

The congressman emphasized the horrors of enteritis.

“Furthermore there are many cases where the condition seems to get better but then worsens again so it would be better to follow my advice. If you attend an event with foul language and end up sick….”

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That would be a real disaster.

further.

If things continue like this even if I attend I will have to stay locked in my room for more than three days with only my face showing.

Because it was clear that he would have to stay in the bathroom without being able to communicate with reporters or VIPs.

Morgan Jr. decided to follow the congressman’s advice.

“Please give me the phone.”

Morgan Jr. quickly called the White Star Line.

“Mr. Bruce. This is Morgan. What should I do? I have some bad news to share on this wonderful day. I think I ate something bad last night and my stomach hurts…”

* * *

“Okay take care.”

Bruce just got off the phone with Morgan Jr.

Captain Edward Smith who was in charge of the Titanic’s maiden voyage spoke as he looked at him.

“Boss is there any bad news? Your face has darkened suddenly.”

Bruce bit his lip and squinted his eyes at this.

“I heard that Vice President Morgan will not be attending this event.”

“Are you telling me to go on my maiden voyage without the VIPs?”

“okay.”

Edward crossed his arms and made a displeased expression.

“Me too. Why did you suddenly declare your non-attendance at the last minute?”

“I heard you’re feeling sick.”

“….”

“Well we can’t force a sick gentleman to board. Unfortunately we’ll have to leave the VIP cabin empty.”

As expected of a world-class rich person.

The Morgan family had their own private cabin on the Titanic.

When Bruce brought this up Edward snorted with a slightly displeased expression.

“It’s nothing new. The Morgan family’s disdain for the shipping industry has been well known since ancient times.”

Edward sipped his wine and gossiped.

“The shipping business is the future. They keep saying that it is the next big thing for Morgan Group after railroads and steel but… if you just look at the amount of money invested it is vastly different from the two industries mentioned above.”

“….”

“Moreover the attitude of these two rich men towards our shipping industry is the same. They ignore all the old customs. It was the same at the last launching ceremony.”

“but.”

Bruce nodded his head up and down in agreement.

“When you cut the Jinsu Line don’t the women break champagne bottles?”

“yes.”

Usually the wife or daughter of the shipping company owner is in charge of this event.

Morgan dismissed this as superstition and just let it go.

Edward a long-time sailor brought this up to reprimand Morgan.

“The Morgans omitted this. It’s a long-standing tradition dating back to the 18th century. Phew—what would they do if they incurred the wrath of the sea?”

Edward takes another sip of his drink.

Departure is just around the corner.

Drinking again.

Bruce was displeased with Edward’s behavior but he thought it was understandable since most captains of this era were drunkards.

“What about us… Aren’t we supposed to do whatever they tell us to do?”

I wanted to take this opportunity to get to know Representative Morgan.

Bruce looked at Captain Edward licking his lips with a hint of regret.

“Even if that’s the case Representative Morgan in Washington is showing a special interest in this voyage. So you should do your best this time.”

Edward emptied his glass again and made a knowing expression.

“Yes yes. I know that too. Hasn’t there been a record-breaking competition on the sea lately?”

It usually takes about a month to cross the Atlantic.

But as technology advanced that time was getting shorter.

3 weeks to 1 month.

3 weeks to 15 days.

From fifteen to ten days.

The sailing time was getting shorter and shorter.

Titanic on her maiden voyage was expected to break existing records.

“Time is gold. It’s a popular saying among the rich.”

“Yes.”

The Titanic was not just a passenger ship.

The latest luxury cruise ship.

‘There’s no use filling up the third-class seats. We at White Star Line must work hard to attract first-class passengers.’

In the midst of low-cost shipping industry competition fueled by British government subsidies.

Only the ultra-luxury cruise ship industry can currently be considered free.

For the wealthy price was not a very important deciding factor.

How good are the facilities?

Additionally the short sailing time was their main buying point.

‘The goal is one week.’

Since the money was in the first-class passengers Bruce planned to promote it properly this time to maximize the profits of his company.

Only then will I be able to challenge for the next IMM Shipping Trust Chairman position.

As he was a man of great ambition he continued to pressure Captain Edward.

“So we need to get to New York quickly even if it means pushing ourselves a little.”

“Yes yes. Trust me and leave it to me sir.”

Edward nodded pouring the rest of the drink into his own glass.

humming-

The ship’s horn blew loudly signaling that boarding time was approaching.

As a result guests willing to pay a lot of money to enjoy the Titanic’s maiden voyage began to flock to the dock.

Bruce looked at this and smacked his lips.

He watched the scene with such excitement that he had no idea what the future held for him.

* * *

When the Titanic was sailing across the Atlantic Ocean.

Morgan was in the United States unlike the original history.

Rather than moving to Europe and focusing on shipping given the impending IMM and US Steel antitrust rulings.

Because it was more urgent to focus on lobbying the judiciary.

“Oh my. Mr. Morgan.”

“Representative Hurst. It’s been a while.”

Morgan tossed around a glass of wine at a gathering of media executives.

He gathered only the owners of major economic newspapers whom he was familiar with and listened to rumors related to the anti-monopoly law.

“Congratulations. The verdict hasn’t been officially announced yet but I think rumors are already spreading within the Supreme Court.”

“What rumor?”

“I believe this antitrust lawsuit will result in a favorable outcome for Morgan.”

“Oh. Is that really the story going around in the media?”

“Yes. As long as no other variables arise before the verdict is reached then that will be the case. Do you all agree with my argument?”

The media owners nodded.

At this Morgan sighed in relief and emptied his glass.

“What a relief.”

“In some ways I think Representative Morgan is very lucky.”

Hurst chuckled as he mentioned Morgan’s 20-year rival.

“If it weren’t for the inflation that hit our country last year US Steel and IMM would have suffered the same fate as Standard Oil.”

“Hahaha. I also agree with what Mr. Hearst said. I met Chairman Rockefeller today and talked about that…”

“What did you talk about?”

“Nothing much. I always said I felt sorry for him. It seems like he owed me something because of this incident.”

“Is that so?”

It’s time to laugh.

The journalists forced a smile as they watched Morgan the ruler of New York take notice.

Hurst observed their appearance with amusement then exchanged a glance with Morgan.

“Representative Morgan.”

“I’m listening.”

“As a journalist I have one question to ask.”

As Morgan nodded and made a wordless gesture Hearst let out the question he had been holding in his heart.

“Following the railroad and steel companies even shipping companies are on the verge of successfully Morganizing.”

The word Morganization.

It was a word used to mean that small local companies that had been proliferating due to central heating would merge into one large monopoly company.

This is because Morgan led this action.

Hurst added this as he continued to ask the central question:

“What is your next goal?”

“Then…”

Morgan answered inwardly.

‘Of course it’s the financial industry.’

The industry with the most money and the most potential for profit.

Ironically however finance was also the most fragmented industry.

‘It’s also my final goal.’

Morganization of the financial sector has also already begun.

Because a new banking law was passed along with the Central Bank Act.

Previously banks in the United States were only allowed to have one branch per company.

With the passage of a new law allowing branches to be established in areas other than their headquarters the emergence of mega banks in the financial sector was also heralded.

‘Unlike the Central Bank Act this law has already passed the Senate.’

Roosevelt’s autograph was also completed.

It seems as if a guy named Giannini has been waiting for this and is rapidly expanding the number of BOA branches in the western United States.

That’s something that’s limited to the West.

Morgan was not too anxious since America’s national power came from the East Coast.

‘If you even get your hands on the financial industry.’

Of course Rockefeller was his lifelong rival.

Even Lee Kang who had been trembling stiffly in front of him all this time will kneel before Morgan.

Morgan briefly fantasized about a happy future then returned to reality.

“Well I haven’t thought about it that far yet…”

It would be very difficult to take over the entire financial industry unlike other industries that have come before.

Because the absolute scale itself is so different that it cannot even be compared.

So first of all I had to hide the claws that I had sharpened for hunting.

“I’m too old to start something new. Now I want to see my grandchildren and hand over the management to my son.”

“Are you sure?”

When Morgan hinted at a temporary retirement media owners began to buzz.

“Oh no. Morgan still needs a Morgan representative.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes the law will be passed by the parliament soon but it will take some time for the central bank to be established.”

“That’s right. At least during the transition period shouldn’t you lead the financial sector of this country and contribute to economic stabilization?”

“Haha… I guess it’s still too early for me to retire just like you guys said. Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Haha hoho.

Morgan and the media owners poured each other drinks and talked for a while about the future of America that lay ahead.

“Representative Morgan.”

That was when.

“What’s going on?”

“I have something to report to you separately.”

Morgan received bad news.

“The Titanic… ran aground?”

“yes.”

“How many casualties were there?”

“that is….”

The meeting place where we had been just a moment ago started to get noisy.

“Representative!”

“president!”

The employees of the media owners were also passing the same news on to their superiors.

“….”

“….”

The noisy meeting place soon becomes quiet.

Everyone was speechless at the incredible tragic news.

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