＜ Support from Rockefeller. (1) >
late night.
Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.
“Pinkerton?”
When the secret meeting that started in the afternoon ended at dawn, most of the big players in attendance decided to stay overnight in Waldorf-Astoria.
I wanted to share a private conversation with William Rockefeller of Citibank, so I was going to his hotel room, when a Veyron from the headquarters of the Wall Street Journal caught me.
“Yes, it is said that their railroad security forces and Pinkerton detectives are gathering at large local stations.”
“How big is it?”
“It is estimated that there may be anywhere from a few thousand to ten thousand.”
“guess? Are you not sure?”
“sorry. Even if our agents try to enter a large history, they say that Pinkerton is cutting them all out. The exact size is unknown.”
“Hey, should I say Pinkertone?”
The railroads are not home to Wall Street in New York. Their headquarters may be on Wall Street, but their base is on the railroad itself.
Unlike New York, other states are already dominated by the railroad industry.
If the troops guarding the vast railroad unite as one, one or two thousand would come together in a funny way.
“You hit the goal. This isn’t an assassination or anything, isn’t it just openly protesting for war?”
“Once I asked the New York Police Department to scrape the police force around the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.”
Most of the railroad security forces are like PMCs or mercenary companies, but it hurts to think that Pinkerton’s tricksters are hiding between them.
They are only detectives, because they were assassins at the end of the 19th century and private military enterprises.
“If you don’t know, call the New York State Militia or the War Department. No matter how many thousands they gather, they will not be able to openly fight a war when the federal government is wide-eyed.”
“Well, it’s only been eight years since the Sherman Antitrust Act was passed. The federal government will not be pleased with the railroad aristocrats.”
Stop.
“Antitrust Law?”
In an instant, Veyron’s words flashed through his mind like lightning.
Something. I was missing something.
‘By the way, why is Sherman so quiet? The yangban who made the anti-monopoly law can’t stand still.’
It is no wonder that Sherman, who wanted to dismantle the railroad aristocracy more than anyone else, jumps out with a fork and knife anytime, anywhere.
Plus, considering he’s a former Secretary of the Treasury and now Secretary of State, it’s strange that he’s quiet?
“It’s war.”
“Yes?”
“No.”
‘The sinking of the main ship saved me.’
As I expected, Sherman was on the verge of breaking the hedge fund door with a fork and knife.
However, when the main ship sank, relations with Spain rapidly deteriorated.
As Secretary of State, he must have lost the opportunity to turn his eyes to the railroad aristocrats.
“Vyron, as soon as you get back to the hedge fund, send someone to the State Department to look at the situation.”
“Are you the State Department?”
“Uh, the person sitting now as Secretary of State is Sherman who made the antitrust laws.”
“…..ah!”
“Unless you know when he will move and disrupt the railroad, we have to monitor the movement.”
“I will attach someone as soon as I get back.”
yet…..
The railroad has not yet collapsed.
Until he builds a strong fortress with this big deal, he refuses to interfere with anyone.
Because hedge funds were still only 4 months old.
“Rockefeller.”
Because there were only three people in the United States who could protect hedge funds from the control of the federal government.
However, there was only one person, John Pierpont Morgan, who was insecure.
Then you have to bring in another one.
It is best if you can attract the Rockefellers.
***
“Come in.”
When we went to William Rockefeller’s hotel room, his assistant opened the door.
Upon entering the drawing room following the guidance of the attendant, William Rockefeller, still dressed in a black suit, was waiting for us.
“Tell me.”
“Yes?”
“It’s worth the price. We received the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR) that our Rockefellers longed for.
Fearing that Veyron and I were seated, William Rockefeller poked in from the start. I’ve heard that Rockefeller’s bloodline has a bit of a cold side, but that’s about it.
But at least he didn’t seem to have any intention of undermining the value of the Pennsylvania Railroad.
William Rockefeller smirked.
“Why, did you know that I would beat the value of the Pennsylvania Railroad and eat it raw?”
“……!!!”
Do you even do mind reading?
When he worked for a hedge fund, he was famous for his poker face, but he was immediately recognized by this old-timer giant.
I managed to swallow the inside that was about to come out.
“no.”
“No, you are right. At first, I thought I was going to slap the value of the Pennsylvania Railroad.”
“…But why?”
“I saw it. The flow of that secret meeting is centered around you.”
centered on me?
Well, I did plan a blueprint for the new railroad industry of the secret meeting. But that was purely the result of President Morgan’s support behind my back.
How could this gentleman not know that?
“It’s because my father is behind me-”
“That’s it.”
William Rockefeller radiated a sharp glare.
“Anyone I know of John Pierpont Morgan would never let his son do the job. As proof of that, I’ve never seen Jack Morgan orchestrate a meeting on behalf of Morgan in my entire life.”
“……!!!”
“Still, putting you in the middle means we must go through you when we see a deal with Chairman Morgan on the Pennsylvania Railroad.”
William Rockefeller pulled his upper body.
“Do you understand? This is President Morgan’s gift to you. President Morgan, I spend more money because I am more sensitive to my blood than I thought.”
“You mean my father wanted to connect me with the Rockefellers on the Pennsylvania Railroad.”
“That’s correct.”
caught the flow.
President Morgan joined the Rockefeller family with me to balance the situation with Jack Morgan most of his connections.
‘Somehow, when President Morgan was drafting the design, I thought he was so nervous that he felt obsessed with Rockefeller, but I think there must be a plan like this.’
And at the heart of all these issues is…
“It’s Jack Morgan.”
“You got the gist right. That’s right. It was the tearful work of President Morgan to put you and Jack Morgan on the same line.”
“……haha.”
“You ripped the board with an awl just before Jack Morgan’s succession was complete.”
Apparently, this railroad case clearly caught the eye of Chairman Morgan.
Since President Morgan has organized two railroad trusts, the Pennsylvania Railroad and the BNSF, which he has been longing for for decades, isn’t it enough?
‘But were Jack Morgan’s connections barely balanced by the Rockefeller family?’
A shudder occurred in my heart.
“Detroit Morgan Director.”
“Yes.”
“Come on, watch out for DWM. Jack Morgan isn’t as bubbly as you think. Just keep in mind that the War Department’s Springfield Arsenal is still in the hands of Jack Morgan.”
“….!!!!”
“He is a man who knows how to wait.”
I opened my eyes.
The DWM thing was a secret he was still hiding from even President Morgan, how did the Rockefeller family know?
‘no way…..’
“Chairman Morgan…do you know about DWM?”
“Oh, did you care about that?”
William Rockefeller grinned.
“Hey, have you been in close contact with the War Department recently? Our Rockefeller family of Standard Oil has a very deep connection with the US Department of War. It’s that easy.”
“then……”
“Listen to the end. But unlike us, JP Morgan Bank’s ties with the military were cut in half due to Jack Morgan’s shovel. So can your father know?”
“Huh, you’re saying that your father doesn’t know.”
William Rockefeller chuckled.
That alone was the answer.
“But what does it mean for Jack Morgan to be a waiter? Is there any backstory that I am not aware of?”
“Yes. In fact, even though Jack Morgan’s shovel I just mentioned isn’t his work, he quietly received probation and went down to the villa.”
It’s not Jack Morgan’s work?
I questioned and pulled my upper body.
“Isn’t it his work?”
“Thomas W. Lamont, and Henry P. Davidson. It’s the work of those two.”
“……!!!”
I opened my eyes.
“Why was Jack Morgan quietly prosecuted?”
“He is a man who can see plates. So Thomas W. Lamont and Henry P. Davidson didn’t fire either.”
“…Jack Morgan thought those two were essential.”
“Well, in the case of Henry P. Davidson, he is also close to Chairman Morgan, so there may be some things I haven’t touched.”
Sacrifice small plates for bigger ones.
Does that mean Jack Morgan is aiming for something bigger?
“You know what Jack Morgan’s scariest thing is? He pierces the lungs with a pointed awl when he is careless.”
“You mean he’s still curled up.”
I got goosebumps.
In the meantime, there was no provocation from Jack Morgan, so there was a sense that I was looking down on him.
No, in the first place, his weight in the variable has been decreasing.
‘Chairman Morgan just wants to put me on the same line as Jack Morgan. You didn’t choose me as your successor, so why did I feel relieved?’
profit-
William Rockefeller watched me quietly, then poured the Coke into the glass.
“It’s not because you’re lacking. It’s just that Jack Morgan has a knack for that. He must be the king of networking for nothing.”
“So I have a suggestion for you guys.”
𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢
William Rockefeller scattered the papers brought by his assistant on the desk in the drawing room.
“From now on, like it or not, your hedge fund and our Rockefellers have become a semi-destined community with the Pennsylvania Railroad (PRR).”
“Yes.”
“Since the Pennsylvania Railroad was a sustainable price, shouldn’t we also pay you a sustainable price?”
I leaned back in my chair and calmly waited for Rockefeller’s next words.
What will come out of his mouth after giving all this information?
“We, the Rockefellers, offer you Detroit in exchange for the Anti-Jack Morgan Alliance.”
“her.”
sh-
William Rockefeller reached out.
Rockefeller House.
A 19th-century giant who owned Standard Oil, which controlled 90% of the US oil market, and the godfather of the financial world who owned large banks such as Citibank.
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One of America’s three greatest families reached out to me.
“We, the Rockefellers, guarantee a comfortable train. Do you want to take a ride?”
f*ck-
William Rockefeller laughed.
“First, let’s get rid of Pinkerton.”
***
February 17, 1898 at 7 am.
The main entrance to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.
“It’s good.”
The front door of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel was crowded with hundreds of officers from the New York Police Department (NYPD).
William Rockefeller grinned.
“You mean the New York Police Department? Or is it the Rockefellers, one of America’s most prominent new allies?”
“haha. You are mean.”
We walked out the main gate of Waldorf-Astoria, escorted by officers.
William Rockefeller was escorted by his assistant, and I had Veyron and bodyguards from the Marines.
“Oh, there was an envelope that my brother told me to hand over to you, but I forgot.”
“If it’s your brother…?”
John Davidson Rockefeller.
Is it that the 19th-century American oil king wrote a letter to me directly?
With a shiver running down my spine, I handed the envelope from William Rockefeller with trembling hands.
gulp.
“… let’s open it.”
“What. Don’t be nervous. Because there may be things that are not as great as you think.”
William Rockefeller, with a sly grin, patted me on the shoulder to relieve the tension.
wickedness-
I picked up the spell and letter knife from my arms and carefully cut the envelope in a straight line.
[ Lucky Letter ]
This letter originated in England and rotates once a year to bring good luck to the recipient, and now it has been transferred to you and must leave you within 4 days.
You must send 7 copies including this letter to someone in need of good luck… (omitted)
– John Davison Rockefeller.
“…..!!!”
The pupil shook violently.
Rockefeller sent me a lucky letter? How the hell do you think the Lucky Letter Snowball will grow? How the hell did the little ball I shot reach America’s leading oil king?
it was messy
‘…Let’s think about it later.’
With trembling hands, I folded the lucky letter and put it in my inner pocket.
close-
At that time, the mounted police of the New York Police Department came to us after harming the crowd to protect us.
“I will take you safely.”
“Please.”
William took off his fedora and said hello.
The mounted cops took the lead slowly, and I and Rockefeller followed the cops.
And the officers that followed walked around us in the form of wrapping around us.
The guard was strict.
So everyone was careless.
Everyone thought it was safe.
Suddenly, a police officer took out a loaded pistol and aimed it at my heart.
bang-!
A gunshot rang out in New York City.
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On a peaceful morning, officers of the New York Police Department stood blankly at the sudden gunshot, and so were the others.
“Uh-uh-uh!!”
hehehe-
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Only the horses, startled by the gunshot, ran wildly, hitting the floor with their hoofs, and the mounted police frantically grabbed the reins on the running horses.
bang-! bang-! bang-!
– Aww!!!
Then three more gunshots were fired.
Pedestrians screamed and ran away from the gunshots, and the main gate of Waldorf-Astoria quickly turned into chaos.
A panic broke out in New York City in the morning.
– Whoa… Whoa!
The officer who attempted the assassination let out a painful moan.
He collapsed on the spot, spouting blood from the hand he had been shot at, and Veyron was seen with a smoked muzzle behind him.
f*ck-
Surrounded by the police, I raised the corners of my lips slightly.
＜ Support from Rockefeller. (1) > end
