For the time being, there was no need to rush the promotion of East African cuisine. Ernst had to handle it personally, but he was still in Europe, so it could wait until he reached East Africa.
July 12, 1871.
United States, New York.
The post-Civil War United States was prospering as never before. This was what Jonathan, Hechingen Bank's North American general manager, had witnessed over the past three years.
Hechingen Bank had set foot in North America three years ago. In fact, there had been a North American commercial liaison office even earlier, though Hechingen Bank did not yet exist then. That was when Ernst had only just begun to make his fortune in Berlin. Only after Hechingen Bank was established and expanded did it officially land upon this fertile soil.
"Another immigrant ship?" Jonathan said as he walked by the shore with his wife.
Angelina said, "Probably Italians. There have indeed been many Italians arriving in America lately. For a while, Italians were docking in New York almost every day. It seems the Kingdom of Italy isn't doing too well."
Jonathan said, "Hehehe, serves them right. After provoking us Germans, how could they possibly come to a good end?"
As a German, Jonathan naturally regarded the Austro-Hungarian Empire as the homeland of the Germans. Now there was a second choice—Germany—but in the past, most people overseas still flew Austria's banner. At the time, only the Austrian Empire was a top-tier great power.
Angelina said, "Jonathan, it's fine to say such things at home, but don't say them outside. If someone with ulterior motives hears you, it could bring trouble."
Jonathan said, "I know, darling. But it's only the two of us here, which is why I said it."
Angelina was mainly worried that Jonathan's words would