23 Wall Street, Morgan & Co.
Building.
Although it is the early morning when the human body needs to sleep the most, the head of the Morgan family's generation, John Pierpont Morgan Jr., does not feel the slightest sleep.
He was now in his office in the basement of the Morgan & Co. building, studying copies of diplomatic memoranda from the United States, Europe, and Rome, while waiting for someone.
Of course, the original office of the big boss of the Morgan Company would not be in the basement, and he moved to this stuffy, damp, musty underground office this morning when the New York State government declared wartime air raid martial law in New York City.
In fact, John Pierpont Morgan Jr. could have left Wall Street, where Nazi missiles were likely targeted, and went to work at his estate on the shores of Lake Laquet in upstate New York.
But the king of Wall Street was unwilling to leave his kingdom easily, not only did he not leave, the German-speaking Germanic John Rockefeller Jr., and the king of the Mellon family, Richard Mellon Jr., as well as the Stillman family, the founding family of Citibank, the Brady family, the Winthrop family, the Dodge family, and the agents of the DuPont family, the Ford family, the McCormick family, the Wood family, the Kikiani family and other Midwestern giants, are now hiding in the strongest basement 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 capable of destroying New York.
And now is not the era of unusually developed communications, these billionaires can only stay in the financial center of New York to complete the adjustment of their respective consortium in the shortest possible time.
Only in New York can they sell or buy assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars in the shortest possible time, and can move assets to the safest place through the safest channels.
In addition, it is only in the financial center of New York that they can quietly meet with representatives of various circles and make some shady arrangements.
To put it bluntly, these billionaires are the head snakes of New York, the golden city, and their power is all over the world.
Hurried footsteps suddenly rang out from outside the closed office door, and then one of John Morgan's secretaries knocked on the door, "Mr.
Morgan, Mr.
Mussolini and Henry have arrived." ” Little John Morgan hurriedly stood up and walked to the door of the office, personally opened the door, and in the dim light, John Morgan's son Henry Morgan was standing outside the door with a young man who looked less than 30 years old, with thick facial features and a short stature.
At first glance, this young man looks a little like Caesar, the legitimate eldest son of His Excellency Caesar, and his illegitimate son, Vittorio Mussolini.
"Vittorio, it's a pleasure to meet you."
John Morgan Jr. shook his right hand with Mussolini's son, and it was clear from the name he called Mussolini Jr. that it was not the first time he and Little Mussolini had met.
In fact, before the outbreak of the war, the Morgan family had a good relationship with Mussolini and had many investments in Italy.
After the armistice in the Melo, Mussolini Jr. was sent by his father to New York as consul general.
The main task, of course, is to establish relations with the leaders of the New York consortium.
Although Hitler and Hersmann did not like to see this group of American billionaires, in the eyes of Caesar of the Roman Empire, these people were all gods of wealth, and they hated to take them and their money to Rome on the luxury cruise ship King.
However, Mussolini's attitude towards American billionaires is understandable, and compared with Germany, France, and Britain, Italy, the core of the Roman Empire, was only a country in the "initial stage of capitalism", and was very lacking in capital.
Even now that Italy has been upgraded to Rome, the situation has not improved, and there is a greater lack of capital, after all, the territory swallowed by Italy is not developed, and all need to be invested in construction.
"Come in and sit, Henry, and you sit too."
John Morgan Jr. invited Mussolini Jr. into his office, then opened a wine cabinet by the wall, took out a bottle of Lafite '82 and 1882, and poured a glass for himself, Henry Morgan, and Mussolini Jr.
"Mr.
Morgan, it's been an unusual night."
Little Mussolini spoke English as fluently as his father, and with the same exaggerated smile on his face, he was like a small dictator of the Roman Empire.
"Not usual" John Morgan Jr. looked unmoved, "Are the Germans really going to bomb New York?"
"Yes," Mussolini's smile had vanished, replaced by a sad look, "I just knew," "Woohoo" The sound of the air raid siren suddenly sounded at this time, and now the high-rise buildings in New York are installed with horns that can sound the alarm, and the Morgan Building is no exception.
"It's coming," Mussolini Jr. raised his wrist to look at the time, "it's 2:20 a.m., and at 2:40 a.m. at the latest, we can hear the explosion." ” John Morgan Jr. smiled: "It's just a few dozen missiles." ” "No," little Mussolini shook his head, "this time not dozens, but hundreds" "Hundreds" John Morgan Jr. also frowned a little, but soon spread it out again.
A few hundred missiles is a bit much, but it still can't help a big city like New York.
"But such attacks do not frighten the American people at all," John Morgan Jr. said, "but they will only anger them and make peace negotiations more difficult." ” "But that's not what our German friends think," Mussolini Jr. said, "and they think that the missile attacks on New York, Boston, and Washington show that they are capable of dropping deadly atomic bombs on large American cities." ” John Morgan Jr. gently turned the wine glass in his hand, "So do the Germans really have the ability to drop atomic bombs into New York with missiles?"
"I don't think they have yet."
Mussolini Jr. said, "But soon." ” John Morgan Jr. shrugged: "Since we haven't already, then why should we shell out 500 billion euromarks right away" "Mr.
Morgan," Mussolini Jr. looked at John Morgan Jr. in surprise, "if a German atomic bomb was dropped on the mouth of the Hudson River, do you think 500 billion euromarks can buy peace?"
Morgan Jr. shook his head and said, "The United States is a democracy, and it's another election year.
He paused and said word by word: "And I, as a businessman, have limited influence.
I, John Rockefeller Jr., Richard Mellon Jr., and other billionaires don't dominate the United States, and the German Imperial Marshal overestimated the capabilities of our people in his writings.
In the United States, we can only conform to the will of the people, not forcibly change the will of the people.
Especially in election years" Little Mussolini nodded with some disappointment, he had already heard the same words from John Rockefeller Jr. and Richard Mellon Jr.
Obviously, the big business groups in the United States are in no hurry to stop the war that is getting worse and worse at this time.
Maybe they really have a weak heart, maybe they set up some bigger game At this moment, the roar of anti-aircraft guns and a sound that seemed to be made by a locomotive reached John Morgan Jr.'
s office through the ventilation ducts and corridors in the basement.
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Then there was the muffled rumble German V1B cruise missiles have already fallen on the heads of the American people.
"God, they're bombing New York" "Yes, they're bombing New York" "Joseph, are they going to ruin New York?"
"No, Rose, what they want is money, lots and lots of money."
When the V1B cruise missile, which was dragging orange-red tails and emitting a screeching noise, appeared over New York City, Hitler and Rudolf Hess's good friend Joseph Kennedy was staying in his apartment on Long Island, New York, with his wife, Rose Kennedy.
When the air raid sirens sounded, the couple was hosting a reception to raise money for Truman.
Joseph Kennedy knew that German missiles were certainly not aimed at the wealthy areas of Long Island, but at Manhattan, which was densely populated and built.
So instead of going to the bomb shelter with the other guests, he and his wife went up to the balcony on the second floor and watched the fire over New York.
"Shall we give them money, then?"
said Rose Kennedy, who was worried not for the citizens of New York, but for her two sons who were in the military.
"I don't know."
Joseph Kennedy shook his head, his expression very pained.
Because he knew that now was the best time to pay for peace, and he also knew that President Roosevelt had already made up his mind to make peace But as a Democrat and Democrat-backed vice presidential candidate who shared President Roosevelt's vision of peace, Joseph Kennedy had to face out his opposition to humiliating peace in public and private speeches.
No candidate would dare to support the peace terms of reparations of 500 billion Euromarks before the end of the general election.
Kennedy thought to himself that the whole of America could only count on the dying President Roosevelt to be a sinner.
"Sir," one of Kennedy's secretaries suddenly appeared behind him, holding a tray with a telephone set on it, "Mr.
Truman's phone." ” Kennedy immediately picked up the receiver, and Harry Truman's voice came from inside: "Joseph, how are you there, is New York really bombed?"
"Yes, Harry, there are a lot of missiles going to Manhattan, definitely more than 200, and now Manhattan is miserable."
"You go right now, and as soon as the missile attack stops, go.
I went to comfort the injured people and assured them that if I was elected, I would pay a terrible price for the Germans.
I'll be coming to New York later." t1706231537: