blackstone code

Chapter 1486 About how I helped the enemy frame myself

The general manager has been at home these days and has not gone to work.

The assassination of the President made him very frightened. He believed that this must be a conspiracy by the federal people, but he didn't know who to tell, and he didn't dare to tell anyone.

He was always in a state of panic, and every time a truck passed by outside his house, the heavy tire noise would make him jump like a conditioned reflex.

He jumped up, ran to the window, and looked out through the thick curtains until he couldn't see anything before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just today, he just learned from his confidantes at the bank that President Lemar has set up an investigation team, including some federal experts, who will thoroughly investigate the Yaris case.

At the same time, a comprehensive investigation of Lemar National Bank was to be conducted, which made the president realize that the worst had happened.

Since the banknote was printed through a special channel at that time, that is, it did not undergo a more detailed and public review and approval, so it was indeed wrong.

Like Lynch said, it's not recognized, and technically the money doesn't exist in the Lemar Republic's current circulation.

But it circulates, then it is counterfeit money!

A batch of genuine coins identified as counterfeit, that's a crime!

But the situation at that time did not allow them to go through the normal channels. Lynch's investment was imminent. If he could not come up with cash, the investment could not be implemented, and the anxiety caused by the domestic unemployment rate could not be alleviated.

The chief executive pulled his hair, he hated it very much, hated the behind-the-scenes operators.

There is no doubt that it is the Federal, it is Lynch!
They concocted all this, and now, they have to stand in the position of "justice" to target themselves!
These people... are horrible!
There was some sadness on the face of the chief executive, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The slamming sound of the door made the president's heart rhythm abnormal, and it beat less accurately and became a little disordered.

His wife stood in the corner of the living room, looking at him with concern and fear.

After the couple looked at each other for a moment, the president sighed.

He took out a small comb from his pocket, adjusted his hair and clothes, and then got up to open the door.

There were two local Lemar policemen standing outside the door, and behind them were three men in formal suits and sunglasses.

Although this was the first time the president had seen these three people and the way they dressed, he still had a vague feeling that these people should be serving the federal government.

Could they be secret police or something, agents, or secret agents?
He didn't know, anyway, he would have such an idea, if he had been to the Federation and had enough understanding of the culture of the Federation, then he would be able to guess that these three people must be agents of an investigation agency.

"...Sir, we have set up an investigation team under the special order of the President to investigate some crimes and negligence in the National Bank. These require your cooperation."

The policeman curled his lips. He didn't like the style and attitude of these federal people a little bit, as if he was more noble than anyone else.

Who the hell isn't an employee working for the country?

But who made the Federals more noble than the Lemars?

The president's Adam's apple slid up and down, he was a little nervous, and his mouth was a little dry, he turned sideways and pointed to the house, "I have to pack some things..."

From his point of view, this cooperation may... take a long time, and he has to bring some changes of clothes.

But it seems that the investigators from the Federation don't intend to let him do this.

One of them smiled and shook his head, "No, sir, our people will help you pack what you need, you just need to give us a list."

"Now, we need to go to the office and start working."

"We can afford to wait, Ares can't afford to wait!"

Listen, what a sense of responsibility!
If the words had come from the mouths of a Lemar, the President would have been comforted, but if they came from the mouths of a Federal, it would have been nothing but frightening.

After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed out some dry smiles and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'm going to drive..."

"No, take our car!"

The president looked at the dark car behind them, and made another request, "I have something to say to my wife, can you give us some time?"

Of course, if possible, he hopes to be able to explain something where these people can't see or hear.

Only this time, he also couldn't get what he wanted.

The federal agent continued to hint him in an almost straightforward way, "If you don't want your wife to get involved in trouble, the best way is to leave us immediately."

"If you keep your mind, we won't force you. The choice is yours."

"Is it to leave?"

"Or should we wait for you for a while?"

In fact, this was no longer a simple hint, but more like a threat. The chief executive sighed and followed them into the dark car.

The car soon arrived at the headquarters of Lemar National Bank, which surprised him a little. He thought he would be sent to the police station or prison, but he didn't expect to come back.

Under the escort of the agents, he was sent to his office. As soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw Lynch sitting in his seat.

Lynch was looking through the materials that could only be read after the president was authorized, and these authorizations were all given to him by the president.

In Lynch's words, "Isn't it redundant to ask if you can stop when you take off your trousers?" Now that you have decided to cooperate, don't keep it.

Otherwise not only will the Lemar people think you're a traitor, we'll get bored of you and wonder when we'll replace you!

In a word, let the president be obedient and give him authorization.

These important materials were immediately placed in front of Lynch, and he could look through them at will.

The president was stunned for a moment, then looked at the detective beside him, and the detective explained, "Mr. Lynch is the deputy leader of the negotiation team and also our security consultant. The next work will be done by Lynch. Mr. is in charge of..."

After speaking, they left, leaving only Lynch and the president in the room.

The president smiled wryly, "I thought you were just a businessman, a capitalist."

Lynch put the documents in his hands back on the table, spread his hands, "They don't want me to take it easy." He paused, "Please sit down, would you like something?"

The president ordered wine, and a few minutes later, his secretary walked in with a tray in a slightly frightened manner.

Good, spirits from the Empire of Penteo, and two glasses.

In fact, in terms of alcoholic beverages, the wines of the Penteo Empire are of better quality.

The brewing process, formula, and special geographical environment and water quality can all affect the quality of wine.

Especially in the wine category brewed with dragon's blood wood, it is the most outstanding.

The bright red liquid was like blood, but not thick, and it was dispersed in two cups.

Lynch touched him with the wine glass, and each took a sip. It was a great experience, especially the special taste brought by the dragon's blood wood.

Strong, but not burning, can make people feel thick, but not astringent.

"Good wine!" Lynch commented, looked at the glass, and put it down.

At this point, the president has roughly guessed some of the problems he will encounter next.

He looked at Lynch, and Lynch looked at the documents in front of him, and said with a smile, "I'm learning about the operation of this bank, and it's a little healthier than I thought, at least there aren't so many things that can't be filled in." hole."

"I have to say, you've done a good job at your bank, much better than some of the people I've met."

The president is a little bit proud, a little bit.

It is indeed a joy to be praised by an "enemy", and a very terrible and good enemy at that.

Only the approval from the enemy is the most sincere.

He lowered his head slightly, "Thank you."

Lynch kept his smile, "But this is a trouble for me, there are not so many holes, if I want to buy the National Bank, it will cost more money, but fortunately we have some problems Some tacit understanding."

Lynch dug out the latest document, regardless of the president's mouth widened in shock and unable to think, "We need to make some minor revisions to some numbers, so that I can spend less money, Take this bank."

"Maybe we can continue to cooperate." After he finished speaking, he looked at the President and smiled.

Today's weather is good, the sun shines in from the large side windows, and some mottled spots cast by the painted upper window glass fall on Lynch's body, as if covering him with a magical coat.

The warm sunlight spread across his face, his skin was dazzlingly white under the sunlight, and he was too handsome to look directly at.

Anyone who sees him at this time will only have countless praises left in his mind!

Gentleman, elegant, extraordinary bearing!

He just sat there, smiling, without any excessive words, which can make people feel a kind of vitality emanating from him, but also a kind of heavy power!

The chief executive's breathing became rapid, and he tore off his collar regardless of his demeanor, which made him look a bit embarrassed, at least compared to Lynch.

He stared at Lynch intently, pursed his lips, "You... want to buy National Bank?"

From the perspective of the chief executive, this is not an easy thing at all, or something that one person can do!

The total market capitalization of Lemar National Bank last year was about 700 billion Aris, or about 18 billion Federal Sol at the exchange rate at that time.

Many of them are actually foreign capital, and now the remaining assets after the foreign capital fled have been cut in half, but this is not enough!
Even if it is worth hundreds of millions after being cut in half, Lynch doesn't intend to spend so much money, so the only way is to make it more "broken", only in this way can we spend the least amount of money and do the most things.

(End of this chapter)