NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 272



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 272

Black Thursday (5)

“Who is behind you?”

Rockefeller looked at me with the eyes of a tiger stalking its prey and asked,

I looked back calmly, gave a small wink to the woman with a charming smile, then turned back to speak to Mr. Rockefeller.

“There are other guests.”

“… … It was a funny joke, so let’s skip this one.”

“It wasn’t a joke, but since you said it like that, I’ll just let it go.”

Rockefeller took off his hat and placed it on the table.

Then his crown of thorns appeared, as desolate as the wilderness of the American West.

“What is your purpose? Is it to make money? If that’s the case, then I won’t make you feel bad… … No, I’ll take care of you enough so that you won’t have to worry about money for the rest of your life.”

“Money… … . That’s a good suggestion, but unfortunately I’m not a person who has a lot of money.”

“It looks that way to me too.”

Rockefeller had a pipe in his mouth.

Then he took out a match, lit it, took a breathtaking drag, and said to me:

“The one rule of life that I’ve learned over the last few decades living in this fucking America… well, one lesson, if you will, is that in this fucking land, there’s very few people who don’t like money.”

“Originally, people who rose to high positions like you all had their own beliefs.”

“Yeah, I crushed all those guys who were full of themselves and all those guys who had a lot on their minds… … . And while doing that, I ended up meeting a lot of people.”

“okay.”

Rockefeller smoked his pipe and smiled faintly.

“But among them, there are a few people who left a strong impression on me… … Do you know who they are?”

“Well, I don’t know everything about your life story.”

“Kukuk. Right… … . Right… … . Everyone will be like that.”

Rockefeller put down the pipe in his mouth for a moment and blew out smoke.

Then, he asked his grandson, who was sitting next to him, to run a simple errand.

“Nelson, would you mind stepping out for a moment and telling the driver and bodyguards to get ready, I’ll be down in twenty minutes?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“That’s right, that’s good.”

Rockefeller’s grandson responded to his grandfather’s request with a bright, unwrinkled smile as he left the restaurant.

Old Rockefeller looked back at his grandson as if he was proud of him and asked me:

“Are you curious about the giants who left their mark on my life?”

“He is a great man who left his mark on the life of an incredibly rich man, to the point that there was a rumor that he could buy the whole world with his money… … I am a little curious.”

“Yeah, they were all the kind of people you rarely see in the United States.”

“Is that so? Who exactly was it?”

Rockefeller turned his head again and looked at me.

“A person who cannot be bought with money.”

“Interesting.”

“He was a person who put his personal beliefs ahead of money… … . Usually, there’s nothing you can do about that kind of person.”

“So that’s how Standard Oil got torn apart by antitrust laws.”

“Well, that was included too.”

When I mentioned Standard Oil, a shadow fell over Rockefeller’s face.

Even though he has now retired from the company, it is not a very pleasant memory to think that the company he spent his entire life building was suddenly torn to pieces.

“Anyway… … . Most of the people I’ve seen in this land of opportunity prioritize money.”

“I see? How vulgar.”

“Well… … . Should I call this materialistic? In a way, we are all like racehorses running towards the goal of success on the rails of life.”

“Racehorses… … . What an unusual metaphor. So are you saying that people are racehorses competing for the uncertain goal of success?”

“That’s exactly what it means, in that sense… … this old man could be called the best racehorse in America.”

Rockefeller’s face was full of confidence.

But there was also a look of regret on one side of his face.

“But… … . No matter how well a racehorse performs, I realized too late that in the end, a racehorse is just a racehorse.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, the people who brought down the days when there was nothing to be afraid of in the world were people like you who didn’t chase money.”

“… … .”

Curiosity took hold in Rockefeller’s eyes.

He showed me genuine curiosity.

“In my experience, people like that usually leave a big mark on history or on someone’s life… … . Are you one of those people?”

I smiled and raised my glass at Rockefeller’s question.

“Well… … I’m not the kind of person who tries to change things. Rather, I’m the kind of person who acts in the hope that nothing will change.”

“Hoo. That’s a different perspective.”

“That’s why I came to see you, Mr. Rockefeller. To make sure that doesn’t change.”

“Don’t let it change… … . I’m starting to get a little curious. So what do you want from me?”

I asked Rockefeller, the corners of my lips raising.

“Mr. Rockefeller, do you happen to know a man named Yun, the greatest investor in Japan?”

“Yoon? No, this is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“One day, he showed me these counterfeit dollars and predicted that there would soon be great chaos in American society.”

“Really? So, was this counterfeit dollar first discovered by that guy named Yoon?”

“You could say that.”

I picked up my glass and took a sip.

A strong grape scent accompanied by a subtle intoxication tickled my nose.

“He gave me a handful of gold that sparkled like starlight and whispered to me:

“What are you saying?”

“He said that the U.S. economy would soon take a huge hit and that many people would suffer as a result.”

“… … .”

Rockefeller looked at me quietly.

He was giving me an uneasy look.

Be that as it may, I looked straight at Rockefeller and said to him:

“While Mr. Yoon was telling me that, he also taught me a secret to raking in capital within the United States.”

“Huh, you sound like some kind of conman.”

Rockefeller laughed at me.

But there was no smile anywhere on his face.

“Because he is a scammer.”

“A conman who calls himself a conman… … This is someone I’ve never seen before.”

I asked Rockefeller.

“I will turn my back on America.”

“How big of a deal do you plan on making? Let me just say it.”

I spread out both my hands and showed eight fingers, making the number 8.

Then Rockefeller laughed and asked me,

“Eight million dollars? That sounds grandiose, but you’re really narrow-minded.”

I shook my head.

Then Rockefeller thought for a moment, then spoke with a slightly more serious tone than before.

“Eighty million dollars? It’s a decent amount, but I’m not the kind of person who would move for such a pittance… … .”

I shook my head again.

Then Rockefeller, this time more troubled than before, opened his mouth cautiously.

“Eight hundred million dollars… … That’s a significant amount of money.”

I shook my head again.

Then a look of bewilderment appeared on Rockefeller’s face.

“Wow, eight billion dollars? What kind of a ridiculous amount of money is that!”

Rockefeller asked me, his heart about to burst out of his mouth.

But this time I shook my head again.

Then… … .

“Wow, eight hundred… … .”

Only then did I nod.

“I told you I was going to take America down.”

Rockefeller’s mouth fell open and his eyes grew as big as cauldrons.

I asked the shocked Rockefeller.

“Invest $500 million in me, and I will multiply your investment tenfold within two years.”

“Five hundred million dollars? Have you ever actually seen five hundred million dollars with your own eyes?”

“I’ve seen it stamped on paperwork a few times.”

“Huh, so that’s why they’re scammers… … .”

Rockefeller stood up, his expression indicating that it was not worth listening any further.

“I was foolish to have expected it even for a moment. Let’s pretend that there was no investment talk.”

“Haha, you too, sir, have sensed firsthand that the prospects for the United States are not bright.”

“At first, I thought so, but the more I listened to you, the more I realized my judgment was wrong.”

“Do whatever you want.”

I also got up from my seat and approached Rockefeller.

And then he put two counterfeit dollars and a business card in his front breast pocket and patted his pocket.

“I plan to stay here for the time being.”

“Are you saying that I should come back later if I change my mind?”

“Yes.”

“Acting like an outdated agitator… … .”

Rockefeller was about to tear up the business card in one breath, but I grabbed his hand and added a word.

“There is a saying that if you want to make money, you have to be quick to be incited.”

“… … ?”

“I could have gone to Mr. Morgan, but I came to Mr. Rockefeller. I want you to think about why I did that.”

“?”

With those words, I left the restaurant first.

* * *

And a few days later.

Rockefeller forgot about the previous incident and went about his life quietly as usual.

As usual, I did some light exercise and went for walks, and sometimes I participated in charity events to exert a positive influence.

When I was young, it seemed a bit odd to see Rockefeller, who even called in the military to crush workers, helping people, but Rockefeller tried hard to help people in his own way.

Rockefeller worked hard to help people as if to atone for the money he had amassed by supporting evil, and so he naturally visited the slums.

“Thank you. Thank you very much, sir.”

“God bless you, teacher.”

“Thank you, God… … .”

The people in the slums lived in rooms smaller than the bathroom in Rockefeller’s study and starved every day.

The streets were unorganized, always overflowing with trash and filth, and they gave off a putrid smell that was unusual.

Even Rockefeller, who was very good at controlling his facial expressions in front of others, found it difficult to hide his sadness at seeing this miserable sight.

The most shocking of these is… … .

“… … It seems like there are more people.”

“Yes, it seems like these days people who have been thrown out onto the streets because their companies have gone bankrupt or they have been laid off are flowing in.”

“Bankruptcy? Bankruptcy in this economic boom time?”

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t realize it at first either, but it seems like there are quite a few companies that are failing to secure bank loans or are going under due to financial difficulties.”

“Cash shortage… …? When is there a time like now when the market liquidity is so good that you’re going bankrupt?”

“Well, I’m not sure about that… … It seems like most of them couldn’t block bank bills.”

“Um… …. A promissory note?”

Rockefeller felt something was off.

Clearly, in his view, the current U.S. economy was booming, despite a number of problems, both big and small.

But in this situation, companies were going bankrupt one after another and people were out on the streets.

‘Something feels strange.’

There was something strange about this situation.

But I didn’t know exactly where the problem occurred.

I just felt a sense of discomfort.

‘no way?’

At that time, there was one person who crossed Rockefeller’s mind, and that was the braggart he had met in New York the other day.

The young man had very pale skin for a white person, and his speech seemed distant from that of a local American.

The young man who seemed strange somewhere came to mind.

‘Could it be that what that conman said was true?’

Doubts began to creep into Rockefeller’s mind.