Building a Conglomerate in Another World

March 10, 1892

The news spread like wildfire across Amerathia. Newspapers printed bold headlines in every major city:

"Matthew Hesh Declares Candidacy for President!" @@novelbin@@

"Industrial Giant Enters the Political Arena!"

"Governor of Northern Provinces to Shape Amerathia’s Future!"

In the capital, reporters rushed to deliver the story on every street corner. Crowds gathered around kiosks, reading the news with astonishment and excitement. Discussions broke out in coffee houses, factories, and public squares as citizens shared their reactions.

At a bustling steel mill in Sylvania, workers huddled together during a break, newspapers in hand. One worker, a burly man covered in soot, shook his head in disbelief.

"Hesh? The same Hesh who built those oil refineries and introduced those new steam-powered trucks?"

"Yeah," another worker chimed in. "The man’s a genius. They say he’s the reason we’re exporting more than ever. Those refineries in the northern provinces are pumping out oil like water."

"I heard he started from nothing," a younger worker added. "Turned his inventions into a business empire. Maybe he’s exactly what we need to fix the economy and keep things moving."

A foreman, wiping sweat from his brow, nodded thoughtfully. "The man knows industry, that’s for sure. If he can run the country like he runs his business, we might be looking at a golden age."

The workers exchanged hopeful glances. Many of them had benefited directly or indirectly from the booming industries fueled by Hesh’s innovations. For them, his candidacy was a promising sign of further progress.

In Amsterdam, the reaction was similar. Business owners praised the announcement, believing that Matthew’s focus on industrial development and innovation would boost trade and infrastructure.

"He’s not some career politician," one merchant remarked. "He’s a man of action. He built an empire. Imagine what he could do for our transportation network, for education, for technology."

College students at the Amerathian Institute of Technology were equally enthusiastic. Matthew’s name was synonymous with technological advancement. Professors spoke in admiration of his contributions to engineering and industrial science.

"If Matthew Hesh becomes president," one professor told his class, "we could see unprecedented investment in scientific research. Imagine the possibilities—new factories, new inventions, even airships becoming a reality."

Students cheered at the prospect, their imaginations running wild.

However, not everyone was pleased with the news. In the halls of Amerathia’s political elite, rival candidates reacted with dread and frustration.

Senator Howard Grayson, a prominent politician and long-time contender for the presidency, slammed a copy of the newspaper onto his desk. His face was pale, his jaw clenched in fury.

"Damn it," he muttered, pacing his office. "This changes everything."

Grayson’s campaign manager, a nervous man with thinning hair, cleared his throat. "Sir, we still have a strong base of support. The party trusts your experience. You’ve served in Congress for over twenty years. Hesh is... well, he’s an outsider."

"An outsider who’s adored by the people," Grayson shot back. "Do you have any idea how many voters worship him? He’s seen as a visionary. And thanks to his oil empire, half the economy revolves around his industries."

The campaign manager hesitated. "Perhaps we can emphasize his lack of political experience—argue that running a country isn’t the same as running a business."

Grayson narrowed his eyes. "That won’t work. The people don’t care about experience anymore. They care about results. Hesh has results."

Similar conversations played out among other presidential hopefuls. Matthew’s candidacy had thrown the entire race into disarray. Some candidates privately considered withdrawing, knowing they could not compete with his popularity and achievements.

The day after his announcement, Matthew addressed the public in a speech broadcast from the northern provinces.

"My fellow citizens, I have always believed in the power of innovation and hard work to transform lives. For years, we have built something extraordinary together—industries that fuel our economy, infrastructure that connects our cities, and technologies that improve how we live and work.

But there is more to be done.

We stand at the dawn of a new century. The choices we make today will shape our future for generations. I am running for president not just to lead, but to serve—to ensure that every citizen of Amerathia has the opportunity to prosper.

Together, we can build a nation where progress is not just a dream, but a reality for all."

The speech was met with overwhelming praise. Across factories, offices, and homes, people cheered for a man they saw as one of their own—a visionary leader who understood their struggles and aspirations.

The news of Matthew’s candidacy also reached the ears of foreign leaders. Ambassadors in Amerathia reported back to their governments, expressing concern over what his potential election could mean for global trade and diplomacy.

In London, a member of the British Parliament commented, "If Hesh becomes president, we may see Amerathia assert even greater control over the global oil market. We must prepare for a world where their industrial dominance cannot be challenged easily."

In Paris, government officials debated how to strengthen alliances with Amerathia. "Hesh is a man of industry," one diplomat observed. "If we offer trade agreements that benefit his businesses, we might secure favorable terms."

The implications were clear. Matthew’s rise in Amerathia had already reshaped the world economy, and his potential presidency could solidify Amerathia’s place as the preeminent industrial superpower.

Back at their residence, Amber watched the reactions unfold with a mixture of pride and apprehension. She knew how much responsibility Matthew was taking on and how intense the coming months would be.

"You’ve stirred up the entire country," she said, joining him in his study.

Matthew glanced up from a stack of letters and telegrams—most of them messages of support. "It’s surreal. I knew people respected what we’d accomplished, but I didn’t expect this level of enthusiasm."

Amber smiled softly. "They believe in you, Matthew. And so do I. Just remember to pace yourself. You can’t do everything at once." Read new adventures at NovelBin.Côm

He nodded. "You’re right. This is going to be a marathon, not a sprint. But with the right team and strategy, I think we can win."

Amber squeezed his hand. "I have no doubt."

As night fell, Matthew gazed out the window, the glow of the refinery’s lights illuminating the horizon. He knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges—political attacks, media scrutiny, and the weight of public expectations. But he was ready.

The race for the presidency had begun.