I Will Stage A Coup D’état - Chapter 143



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EP.143 His Majesty’s Daily Life (1)

“Nasser, do you think this guy is one of my followers?”

“That’s the information that is revealed.”

It was an unbelievable story.

Why?

Why do you follow this Lee Seong-jun?

It’s not like I gave anything to Africa or helped them.

Oh, there’s Ethiopia, but that’s not Egypt, is it?

It felt strange to hear that I was being followed by a foreign coup leader, even though I had no connection or contact with him.

I wondered if this was Stalin’s way of dealing with spontaneous communists.

‘By the way, it looks like the Berlin Blockade won’t happen.’

It was well past June 1948, and there was no sign of the Soviet Union blockading West Berlin.

Is it because nuclear development is slower than the original plan?

I didn’t know that maybe that was the right answer.

Stalin was the kind of person who would even knock on a stone bridge before passing it.

The confrontation between smiles was not that severe, even considering that it was the beginning of the Cold War.

‘What’s good is good.’

Anyway, today, I decided to put aside my worries about abroad.

“It’s time to start your schedule.”

In contrast to the bizarre turn of the world situation, Korea was enjoying a peaceful daily life.

It was not a deceptive expression of the regime, it was really like that.

“The first Korean league will be won by Sesung Lions.”

“What are you talking about! FC Hyundai is the winner.”

Even though it was the first football club competition day, the people’s enthusiasm was high.

“Prime Minister. Thank you for coming to this showdown between modernity and worldlyism.”

“you’re welcome.”

I watched the soccer game with the presidents of Hyundai and Sesung Group on either side of me.

Perhaps because it was the first match, modern soccer rules were hardly observed.

Even if you dribble with your hands, if the referee doesn’t see it, it just passes.

It was hard to tell if it was soccer or basketball, but since everyone was clapping, I just pretended not to notice.

“Buy sausages. Sausages. Sausages cooked in the traditional German way are cheap.”

Vendors wandered around the stadium, selling sausages, beer and other things.

Normally, they would have been stopped, but those guys were disabled veterans who had been injured in the battlefield.

Since most people tend to turn a blind eye to disabled veterans, they were able to do business in places like this.

The soccer game ended 8-8.

It was such a chaotic game with no rules, it seemed pointless to keep track of the scores, but the players looked very determined.

Come to think of it, if the presidents had lost the game while the prime minister was there, it would have been a disaster.

When I think about it that way, I can understand their solemn faces.

“Master. The players worked hard, so give them each an envelope.”

Since I was already here, I gave the players a golden prize.

“It is an honor, Prime Minister!”

“Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister!!”

Then the presidents also opened their pockets.

“Thank you, Chairman!”

Those guys got a ride today.

Even if I couldn’t do it, I would have earned several months’ salary.

The next scheduled activity after the soccer test was a visit to an orphanage.

I read storybooks to little children, and I had a rather affectionate expression on my face.

It definitely wasn’t because the camera was on.

“What’s next on the agenda?”

Today was a tight schedule as we had to get all the pending promotional events done.

Jeong Gil looked at the notebook and told us the next destination.

“I plan to visit Ms. Lee So-young’s house.”

“Lee So-young?”

“One of Your Majesty’s adopted daughters.”

Oh, that’s right.

Even though I brought her in as my daughter, I forgot her name.

Still, you have to understand this.

I have adopted as many as 23 single mothers.

All the adopted daughters I adopted that way were registered in my family register.

Of course, just because they were on the family register doesn’t mean they were treated like my real children.

Still, it was clear that my standard of living had improved as my name was on the back.

The house that Lee So-young lives in was a newly built apartment in the suburbs.

The fact that a single mother and her child lived in a house like this was a privilege.

It’s because the subscription score isn’t there in the first place.

When I rang the doorbell, a girl who still had a youthful look on her face came out.

“Who, who, ah, Your Majesty.”

I was not sure if this girl was Lee So-young, but Lee So-young recognized me.

It was fortunate that no awkward scenes were created.

“You should call me father, not your majesty.”

I tried to smile as friendly as I could.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had anything to laugh about lately, but the corners of my mouth don’t go up very much, so I have a weird expression on my face.

Why is facial expression management so difficult?

“Yes, ah, father.”

The girl hesitated and followed my words.

When I entered the house, life in the world seemed good.

There’s a wardrobe, and a closet, what’s that?

There was also a TV.

When I asked, they said they took good care of it here and there.

It seemed as if an invisible hand of loyalty was at work.

I had a long conversation with Lee So-young.

They mainly asked questions like whether I was eating well, raising my child, and whether I was having any difficulties.

The kid who was hesitant at first later started pouring out all kinds of words.

Well, judging from how well he speaks, I guess there’s nothing to worry about.

“If you have any difficulties in the future, please contact me. Do you know the address of the Prime Minister’s official residence?”

“yes.”

I gave the girl some words of encouragement and then got up from my seat.

In the evenings, he transformed into a daily coal deliveryman and delivered coal to the slums.

Oh. But, this was a bit burdensome.

I don’t think I uploaded many pictures, but my back felt like it was going to break.

My wife has never suffered like this before.

Still, I endured it with all my might and sweat poured down my face.

Do you think the politicians of our time would do such things because they like it?

It was all part of 21st century popular politics.

And this whole scene was captured on camera.

“Your Majesty, it’s news time.”

“Hmm. Try it.”

I leaned back in my chair and admired the script I had directed.

Indeed, was today’s sweat worth it?

“Your Majesty, this way.”

At the football stadium, I looked like a very authoritative and majestic powerhouse.

Of course, it was directed to look that way.

Even in the scene where he shakes hands with the chairmen, he carefully portrayed how dignified and high-ranking the Prime Minister is.

The camera angle, composition, and lighting were all used as devices to show how large and intimidating the character Lee Seong-jun is.

Considering that the director was Leni Riefenstahl, the Nazi film director who directed Triumph of the Will, this was standard.

The powerful man who had been imposing on the soccer field changed his expression again.

My expression when I found the orphanage was very warm.

Although he didn’t laugh much, it was directed in a way that made you feel like he truly cared about the children.

What I was aiming for in this scene was a friendly ‘uncle’.

Then, the route moved to Lee So-young’s house.

Lee Seong-jun, reflected in Lee So-young’s house, was the very image of a father who embraced and cared for a weak girl without a guardian.

Although the expression didn’t quite match, the mood tone itself was fine.

In the last coal delivery scene, we see Lee Seong-jun, a national worker, working with a humble attitude.

“That sounds plausible.”

I nodded.

It was definitely worth bringing Leni Riefenstahl along.

There is much talk about her being a Nazi whore and Hitler’s clown, but Leni Riefenstahl’s talent was real.

Even if the movie wasn’t selling well and couldn’t be made, there was no problem using it for propaganda purposes.

Of course, this propaganda also had side effects.

The more I did it, the more I became an idol.

Still, the propaganda couldn’t stop for the time being.

If I had an image that the people would support even if I ruined the country, I could have abolished the Yushin system.

Of course, if there were that level of safety measures in place, wouldn’t I be able to prepare for the Republic of Korea with peace of mind?

As I was losing myself in random thoughts, time passed quickly.

“Your Majesty, it’s almost ten o’clock. You will be late for your appointment with the First Lady.”

Ahem.

That was a bit risky.

“Get the tea ready.”

I arrived right on time for our appointment, and my wife was waiting for me, dressed in a stylish military look.

Looking at it this way, even though I wrestle with my wife every day, I find her attractive all over again.

“Prime Minister, please come in.”

I entered the Moranbong Grand Theater arm in arm with my wife.

Today, I made a special effort to take some time to listen to the Pyongyang Philharmonic Orchestra performance with my wife.

Originally, the Pyongyang Philharmonic was a remote orchestra that was not even in the top 100, let alone the top 10 in the world, but its quality has improved significantly since inviting a large number of musicians from Germany and Austria.

Looking at the names of several prominent musicians, I thought it would at least make it into the top 10.

I liked the musicians, but the song was a bit of a pain.

As luck would have it, the piece being performed this time was the Heroic Symphony written by Beethoven.

The Heroic Symphony was originally intended to be dedicated to Napoleon, but it is said that he tore up the score when Napoleon betrayed the revolution, indicating that it was a piece with a deep connection to the epic of the superhuman.

Why did my wife want to listen to this song?

I had some difficulty understanding my wife’s taste in watching the orchestra with sparkling eyes.

Wouldn’t it be natural for a woman of that age to like somewhat lyrical and romantic songs?

Is your wife a bit unusual?

The wife stared at the conductor’s fingertips, barely breathing.

It was clear that he was completely absorbed in it.

When the movement ended, my wife whispered in my ear.

“Are you okay, Prime Minister? I’m so touched, I can’t express it in words.”

“Well, well.”

I’ve never really been a fan of superhuman narratives.

It was because I knew better than anyone that even though I showed myself as a superhuman being to others, I was just an ordinary person.

“I liked that song because it seemed to be dedicated to the Prime Minister.”

No, that’s a bit.

I was no different from Napoleon in that I betrayed the revolution and became a dictator.

If anyone truly deserves Beethoven’s praise, it is George Washington, who laid the foundation for the superpower that is the United States by abdicating power.

I thought so.

My wife was very excited about going to hear an orchestra for the first time in a while.

On days like this, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to act like a normal couple, so I walked around the theater arm in arm with her.

My wife kept chattering about what was so good about it.

“Prime Minister. But, couldn’t I also accompany you to today’s events?”

That’s difficult.

The reason was simple.

Having a young wife by his side diminishes his image as a stern leader.

It’s not to the extent of hiding his wife from official events, but it’s a bit much to show her in a propaganda video.

But it was different when I told my wife the truth.

So I lied and said that I went alone because it was a moderately difficult schedule.

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

“all right.”

I felt a little sorry because my wife seemed a little depressed.

Still, there was nothing I could do about the inevitable.

Can’t you do it?

Today, I have no choice but to try especially hard.

I signaled to my wife that it was time to go back to bed.

Only then did my wife’s white cheeks turn a little red.

He seemed embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to hate it.

The only way to appease my wife was to wrestle her through the story.