The President is Going to America! - Chapter 113



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Episode 113 – Dowsing Road

Kansas

St. Way Hospital

“The fever has already gone down to normal levels. If you continue taking the medication for about two more weeks, you will be cured.”

“Is it really cured? Is it that simple?”

Eisenhower asked in a trembling voice.

“It’s so simple, it’s hard to believe. Aiki is lucky. These days, it’s almost impossible to get hold of Compound H.”

“Thank you, teacher. I really don’t know what to say…”

“Your thanks should go to Hitler Company rather than me. I’ll go check on the other patients. If you have any problems, you can always call the nurse.”

“thank you.”

Eisenhower went to his son’s bedside.

His wife, Maymi, also sat next to them and watched them.

“dad?”

“Yes, here we are. Our brave Aiki. How are you feeling?”

“I’m still a little dizzy, but I feel a lot better.”

“Yeah, Dad said he brought a toy for his son too.”

Eisenhower took a model rocket out of his bag, a gift that had arrived a few days earlier from Hitler Company.

There was a piece of letter attached.

[Praying for Aiki’s speedy recovery.]

“Ikey, it’s your favorite yellow.”

“Wow! Are you really giving it to me?”

“Yeah, I have a new bike at home. When I get better, I’ll go for a ride with Dad.”

Just then someone knocked on the sickroom door.

“Major, the Public Relations Committee officials are outside.”

“Tell them to come inside.”

Eisenhower gently pinched his son’s cheek and adjusted his uniform.

His wife also stood up, wiping away her tears.

“Nice to meet you, everyone.”

The reporters came inside.

“You came to take a family photo?”

“It won’t take long. The story is more important than the photos.”

The reporter nodded and said.

“I heard that you met Adolf Hitler during your transcontinental training. What did you two talk about?”

“Mr. Hitler came to the training as a civilian observer. I had a brief conversation with him…”

As the flashes continued, Eisenhower continued speaking.

A few days later, a photo of him holding his son’s hand appeared in the New York Times and other newspapers.

[A relationship that continued while crossing the continent!]

[Hitler, who developed Compound H, decided to expand clinical trials for children and vulnerable groups… No side effects have been discovered so far…]

[A request from families who want mass production to start as soon as possible…]

[A father’s tears to save his son! Leaving his sick family behind to fulfill his national defense duty…]

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Advanced Invention Research Institute

“As I said last time, I acknowledge the originality of the voice recorder. However, there are still many areas where improvement is needed.”

Tesla looked at Edison and said.

The two continued their argument as usual.

“If I hadn’t helped you, you wouldn’t have finished the machine on time.”

“Do you know what your problem is? You’re too obsessed with developing everything yourself from start to finish.”

Edison said with a snort.

“If I were in charge of the radio company, I would have released new products ten times faster than you.”

“And it would have been a total failure, just like it was in the movie industry. The important thing is not new products, but improving actual performance.”

“That’s why we need more experiments. Nicole, you just sit around daydreaming all day.”

“I do experiments in my head. It’s much simpler and less expensive.”

Edison blew out a puff of cigar smoke and chuckled.

“If you stay a few years longer, your mind will become rigid and you will not be able to do well. Instead of regretting it later, develop habits like I did. Unlike you, I am a person who focuses on practical development.”

He continued to speak.

“And practical skills always shine. Do you know what Adolf asked me a while ago?”

“What did I ask you to do for me?”

“He asked me to research automatic mining technology again. It’s a project that was discontinued a few years ago due to lack of funds…”

“You just blew your money.”

“You’re just wasting money. Adolf must have seen the potential, too.”

Edison whistled with a triumphant expression.

“It looks like they’re trying to find oil.”

“Petroleum?”

Tesla frowned and asked, “Oil?”

It was unlikely that Hitler would be interested in resources such as oil.

“What’s more valuable than oil these days? It should be in the White House by now…”

Edison muttered, looking out the window.

“You’ll soon know what I’m thinking.”

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Washington DC

White House

“The exemplary tax compliance of the Hitler Company has set an example for all businesses in the United States. I am pleased to present the exemplary tax compliance award on behalf of the United States Administration.”

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

Amidst the flashes of reporters’ cameras, I accepted the award from Coolidge.

‘No matter how well you paid your taxes, you wouldn’t be given a reward like this.’

I guess they’re trying to cover up the Harding administration’s misdeeds.

The tax investigation into Hitler Company was clearly a political attack.

“I just did what was expected of me as a businessman.”

“If all businessmen were like Mr. Hitler, the federal government would have no financial problems.”

Coolidge shook hands with a faint smile. Still, he managed to somehow manage the confusion.

‘He will also aim for re-election in 1924.’

The White House was still in turmoil due to the sudden power vacuum.

Even hyenas are eyeing the empty space.

‘If there is no major change, it will be possible to recover.’

American citizens throughout history supported the Coolidge administration even after the Harding scandal was revealed.

No, to be precise, it supported economic growth.

‘Rather, the Democratic Party figures who tried to create a scandal lost in the election.’

As long as the economy grows, the regime continues to enjoy support.

The Roaring Twenties.

The Coolidge boom is about to begin.

I greeted each and every minister gathered around me.

Mostly new faces.

Not many ministers survived the Harding scandal.

Then a familiar man reached out his hand.

“Mr. Hitler, to be honest, I didn’t know you could run your business so cleanly. You even followed the dead-end tax laws. Instead, other companies were in trouble.”

A cheerful smile.

A sturdy appearance.

Herbert Hoover said with a smile.

“There is a saying in America. There are two things that people cannot avoid when they are born. They are ‘death’ and…”

“It’s ‘taxes.’ That’s what Benjamin Franklin said.”

“You know American history well. The IRS was embarrassed by this tax audit, but in the long run, it will be a good thing.”

Hoover took a pipe from his bosom.

“Because other companies will follow the tax laws better in the future. The U.S. government owes Hitler that much. People from Germany are very good at following the law.”

I nodded and looked at Hoover.

Herbert Hoover, Secretary of Commerce.

A geological engineer and politician with a business background.

In the history of the Yuan Dynasty, he is the person who succeeded Coolidge and became president.

‘He wasn’t popular as president.’

Shortly after taking office, the Great Depression broke out and Hoover was blamed for the economic downturn.

In 1932, the number of officially unemployed people was over 12 million.

There, the Bonus Army incident, which suppressed the soldiers who were discharged from the army, completely brought about its downfall.

‘But administratively, he’s a competent professional type.’

At that moment, lost in thought, Hoover opened his mouth.

“There’s a rumor going around that Mr. Hitler is going into the oil industry. Is that true?”

“I didn’t know that rumor spread all the way to the White House. Who did you hear it from?”

I answered in a calm tone.

Actually, I was the one who spread the rumor.

“I used to work for a mining and drilling company. I have some friends there.”

Hoover smiled.

“If Mr. Hitler enters the oil industry, our Department of Commerce will also be willing to actively support him.”

“From the Department of Commerce?”

Are you saying that you are openly supporting private companies?

That’s a bit against American common sense.

“I am sure Mr. Hitler knows that there is a lot of talk about the oil shortage these days. Britain and France are also making every effort to secure oil. After Persia, they are now advancing into the Mesopotamian region.”

Hoover nodded.

“The U.S. should also secure a production site in the Middle East in advance, but… there aren’t many companies willing to step forward. The only one with the capacity to invest right now is New Jersey Standard.”

“But if the U.S. government only supports New Jersey Standard, it will be controversial.”

“Because a standard is a standard.”

Hoover nodded.

I think I know what you mean.

Securing Mesopotamia’s potential production sites requires corporate investment.

But if the government only helps the standard, which is like a symbol of evil, there will definitely be controversy.

‘Are you telling me to join the Mesopotamian competition?’

Hitler and Standard.

If we support both companies at the same time, there won’t be any controversy over preferential treatment.

‘It’s a shame, but I don’t have the heart to spend that much money.’

You can’t blow a lot of money for the US government.

I have separate plans.

I’m thinking of sucking up Standard’s money.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you good news soon, but I don’t think we need government support right now.”

“I see. But please feel free to contact the Department of Commerce at any time. I wanted to talk to you about radio and other things.”

After saying goodbye to Hoover, I left the White House.

A car that was waiting in advance.

“Bird, it took longer than I thought. Did you get your prize?”

“Okay, I’ll give this to you. You were in charge of this tax audit. You deserve it.”

“Oh, thank you. But I think it would be better to display it at the company.”

“That would be fine. Did you recruit the people I mentioned?”

“We’ve recruited about 80% of them. But what exactly are you planning to do?”

Richter asked, frowning.

“Well, geologists, gypsy astrologers, magicians, and con artists. Are these people really going to find oil? With astrology?”

“Yes, but we won’t be drilling for oil.”

“They say they’ll find oil but won’t dig it up. What the heck, I don’t know what that means.”

“Think about it, Richter. The United States is now the world’s largest producer and consumer of oil.”

The United States alone accounts for one-third of the world’s production. Just a few decades ago, the United States accounted for up to 80%.

“And yet the industry is now worried that it might run out of oil.”

“Sir, no one knows how much oil is buried. It could all run out tomorrow.”

“Or maybe a huge genetic resource will be discovered.”

That’s what happened in history. New oil fields were discovered all over the United States, including in Texas, and the price of oil plummeted.

A few years later, we even had an oil glut problem.

“If you invest in the oil industry now, there is a high possibility that you will only lose money.”

“Then why are you looking for oil?”

“The other oil companies, including Standard New Jersey, are afraid of me. Let’s use that. We need money for the container business too.”

Unlike standard companies, I was popular with the public.

“How will the oil companies react if I discover new oil fields?”

“Of course… No, they’ll try to acquire it even if it means paying a high price. It’s better to pay a lot of money than to compete.”

“That’s it.”

It can be sold at a high price before the oil glut problem explodes.

And the genes I’m going to find are…

‘They are all unprofitable.’

Passing on the waste at a high price.

Could there be any business more profitable than this?

“Ha, but everything I’ve said so far is just assumptions and predictions. And how on earth are you going to find the genes?”

Richter asked, crossing his arms.

“You don’t really believe that astrologers and magicians can find your genes, do you?”

“Well, what about this in astrology?”

As I said that, I took out a metal object from my bosom.

I already know where the genes are in my notes.

Astrologers, magicians and geologists were all just props for the show.

A tool to deceive and confuse the opponent.

“…Are you kidding me?”

Richter looked at the Y-shaped metal in my hand and burst out laughing.

“You want to find oil with a dowsing rod?”