The Rise of the Third Reich

23 Wall Street, Morgan \u0026 Co. Building.

Although it is the early morning when the human body needs sleep the most, John Pierpont Morgan Jr., the head of this generation of the Morgan family, does not feel sleepy at all. He is currently studying a copy of the "United States, Europe, and Rome Diplomatic Memorandum" in his office in the basement of the Morgan Company Building while waiting for someone.

Of course, the original office of the big boss of Morgan Company was not in the basement. He moved to this hot, humid, musty-smelling underground room this morning when the New York State Government announced the implementation of wartime air raids in New York City. In the office.

In fact, John Pierpont Morgan Jr. could have left Wall Street, which was likely to be targeted by Nazi missiles, and went to work in a manor on the shores of Raquette Lake in upstate New York. But the king of Wall Street was unwilling to leave his kingdom easily - not only did he not leave, but the Germanic man John Rockefeller Jr., who could speak German, and the king of the Mellon family, Richard Mellon Jr., also The heads of the Stillman family (the founding family of Citibank), the Brady family, the Winthrop family, and the Dodge family, as well as the DuPont family, the Ford family, the McCormick family, the Wood family, and the Chichianni family Agents of other wealthy families in the Midwest are now hiding in the strongest basements in Manhattan.

It's not that these guys with billions of dollars are not afraid of death, but they know that the Nazis on the other side of the ocean are not yet capable of destroying New York. Moreover, this is not an era of extremely developed communications. Only by staying in the financial center of New York can these billionaires complete the adjustments to the business layout of their respective consortiums in the shortest possible time. Only in New York can they sell or buy assets valued at hundreds of millions of dollars in the shortest possible time, and can transfer assets to the safest place through the most reliable channels.

In addition, only in the financial center of New York can they quietly meet with representatives from various fields and make some shady arrangements.

To put it bluntly, these billionaires are the bosses of the golden city of New York, and their influence extends to all aspects.

Rapid footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the closed office door, and then a secretary of John Morgan Jr. knocked on the door, "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Mussolini and Henry are here."

John Morgan Jr. quickly stood up and walked to the door of the office, opening the door himself. Under the dim light, Henry Morgan, the son of John Morgan Jr., was accompanying a man who looked less than 30 years old, with thick features but a slim figure. A short young man stood outside the door.

At first glance, this young man looks somewhat similar to Caesar of the Roman Empire who just left the United States. He is Caesar's legitimate eldest son (Mussolini also had an illegitimate eldest son) Vittorio Mussoli. Ni.

"Vittorio, nice to meet you." John Morgan Jr. extended his right hand and shook Mussolini's son. From his name to Mussolini, it can be heard that he and Mo This was not the first time Solini had met.

In fact, before the outbreak of the war, the Morgan family had always had a good relationship with Mussolini and had many investments in Italy. After the armistice between Rome and Rome, young Mussolini was sent by his father to New York as consul general. The main task is, of course, to build relationships with the leaders of the New York consortium.

Although Hitler and Hessmann disliked this group of American billionaires, in the eyes of the Roman Emperor Caesar, these people were all Gods of Wealth, and he wished he could use the King's luxury cruise ship to take them and their All the money was taken to Rome.

However, Mussolini's attitude towards American billionaires is understandable. Compared with Germany, France, and the United Kingdom, Italy, the core of the Roman Empire, was only a country in the "primary stage of capitalism" and was very short of capital. Even if Italy is now upgraded to Rome, the situation has not improved much, and there is even less capital - after all, the territories swallowed up by Italy are not developed and all need investment and construction.

"Come in and sit down, Henry, you sit down too." John Morgan Jr. invited Mussolini Jr. into his office, then he personally opened a wine cabinet on the wall and took out a bottle of 1982 ( 1882), Lafite poured himself, Henry Morgan and Mussolini a glass each.

"Mr. Morgan, tonight is an unusual night." Mussolini spoke English as fluently as his father, and had the same exaggerated smile on his face, just like a trumpet Dictator of the Roman Empire.

"Unusual?" John Morgan Jr. looked unmoved, "Are the Germans really going to bomb New York?"

"Yes," Mussolini's smile disappeared, replaced by a sad look, "I just found out..."

"Woooo..."

The sound of air raid sirens suddenly rang out - now New York's high-rise buildings are equipped with horns that can sound alarms, and the Morgan Building is no exception.

"Here it comes!" Little Mussolini raised his wrist and looked at the time. "It's 2:20 in the morning... We will hear the explosion by 2:40 at the latest."

John Morgan Jr. smiled: "It's just a few dozen missiles."

"No," little Mussolini shook his head, "this time it's not dozens, but hundreds!"

"Hundreds of coins?" Little John Morgan also frowned a little, but soon opened his eyes again.

Several hundred missiles are a bit much, but they still can't do anything to a big city like New York.

"But such attacks will not scare the American people at all," John Morgan Jr. said, "it will only anger them and make peace negotiations more difficult."

"But our German friends did not think so," Mussolini Jr. said. "They believed that the missile attacks on New York, Boston and Washington showed that they were capable of dropping destructive atomic bombs on the major cities of the United States."

John Morgan Jr. gently twirled the wine glass in his hand, "So do the Germans really have the ability to drop atomic bombs on New York with missiles?"

"I think... they haven't yet," Mussolini Jr. said, "but they will soon."

John Morgan Jr. shrugged: "Since it hasn't happened yet, why should we immediately spend 500 billion European marks?"

"Mr. Morgan," Mussolini looked at John Morgan in surprise, "if a German atomic bomb was dropped at the mouth of the Hudson River, do you think 500 billion European marks can still buy peace? "

Morgan Jr. shook his head and said: "The United States is a democratic country, and this year is an election year." He paused and said word by word: "As a businessman, my influence is limited. I, John Rockefeller Jr., Richard Mellon Jr., and other billionaires cannot dominate the United States! The German Reich Marshal overestimated the abilities of us people in his book.

In the United States, we can only comply with public opinion and cannot forcefully change the will of the people. Especially in an election year! "

Mussolini Jr. nodded with some disappointment. He had already heard the same words from John Rockefeller Jr. and Richard Mellon Jr.

Obviously, at this moment, the big conglomerates in the United States are in no hurry to stop the war that is getting worse.

Maybe they are really powerless, maybe they are setting up a bigger plot...

At this time, the roar of anti-aircraft guns and a sound like a moving locomotive spread through the ventilation ducts and corridors in the basement to John Morgan Jr.'s office.

Then there was a muffled roar!

Germany's V1B cruise missile has fallen on the heads of the American people.

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"God, they're bombing New York!"

"Yeah, they're bombing New York!"

"Joseph, are they going to destroy New York?"

"No, Rose, they want money. Lots and lots of money."

When countless V1B cruise missiles with orange-red tail flames and piercing screams appeared over New York City, Joseph Kennedy, a good friend of Hitler and Rudolf Hess, was staying with his wife Rose Kennedy. Inside an apartment in Long Island, New York.

The couple were hosting a reception to raise money for Truman when the air raid siren sounded. Joseph Kennedy knew that the German missiles were definitely not targeting the wealthy areas of Long Island, but Manhattan, which was densely populated with people and buildings. So he did not go into the air-raid shelter with other guests, but went to the balcony on the second floor with his wife and watched the firelight over New York.

"Then will we give them money?" Rose Kennedy looked very worried. Of course she was not worried about the citizens of New York, but worried about her two sons who were serving in the military.

"I don't know." Joseph Kennedy shook his head, his expression looking very painful.

Because he knows now is the best time to spend money to buy peace, and he also knows that President Roosevelt has made up his mind to achieve peace!

However, as a Democrat who shared the same peace philosophy as President Roosevelt and as a vice presidential candidate supported by the Democratic Party, Joseph Kennedy had to express his opposition to the humiliation of peace in public and private speeches.

No candidate would dare to support the peace condition of compensation of 500 billion Euromarks before the election.

Kennedy thought to himself that now the entire United States could only look to the dying President Roosevelt to be a sinner.

"Sir," one of Kennedy's secretaries suddenly appeared behind him, holding a tray with a telephone on it, "Mr. Truman's phone number."

Kennedy immediately picked up the receiver, and Harry Truman's voice came from inside: "Joseph, how are you doing there? Has New York really been bombed?"

"Yes, Harry, there are many missiles heading towards Manhattan. There must be more than 200. Manhattan is in dire straits now."

"You go over there immediately! Go as soon as the missile attacks stop. Go to comfort the injured people and assure them that once I am elected, the Germans will pay a heavy price. I will also come to New York later..."