blackstone code

Chapter 1938 Happy Tonight
The rain is getting heavier.

Crackling knocking on the windows.

The spring rain tore apart the chill of winter, allowing people to breathe a sigh of relief.

This spring rain has chilled people's hearts.

The chancellor looked at his son and thought of many things in a trance.

"You go out for a while..."

He got up and took out a piece of paper and a pen not far away, and returned to the sofa to write something quickly.

The chancellor's son didn't know what was going on and could only sit and watch.

"This is a very good friend of mine. He is in the province. Go and find him, and he will tell you what to do."

"If nothing else happens..."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer fell into silence and did not recover for a long time.

It took about 2 minutes before he looked up at his son again, with something more in his expression.

He reached out and pressed his son's shoulder. The middle-aged man bent down. He whispered the address of the family treasure in his child's ear.

Any noble will have a place to store treasures.

Not everyone trusts the bank, especially the nobles.

They will keep money in the bank, because those things do not represent wealth in the eyes of some nobles.

Only gold, silver, jewelry and various precious works of art can truly represent wealth.

Where the treasures of each family are placed is passed on by word of mouth.

This is a way to strengthen the cohesion of the family, and it is also a means to prevent traitors from stealing wealth in the family.

Only the patriarchs and heirs of the nobles know.

The middle-aged man looked at his father in surprise, a little dazed.

"There are still some things in the safe in the storage room. You take them with you and leave. These are enough for you to use on the road."

"You know the password."

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. When he was a child, he stole things several times and sold them for money.

Now that I am older and have taken over part of the family business, I don't "patronize" that safe very much.

At this time, the Minister of Finance did not shy away from speaking out. While embarrassing him, it also made him realize that the matter may be much more serious than he thought.

"Father, did something happen?"

The Minister of Finance nodded, "Even you know that they are transporting things to the imperial capital. You said that our Majesty, how could you not know?"

He sighed softly, "Go now, before it's too late."

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't look back, and don't refuse that person's request, he won't harm you!"

The middle-aged man wanted to ask something, but was forced back by the Minister of Finance with a look.

He hurried to the storage room, removed a box on the shelf, and pushed away a wooden board behind, revealing a one-foot-square safe.

He knew the password by heart, and the moment he opened the door of the safe, a small light lit up inside.

Gold, jewelry, neatly stacked.

He picked up a cloth bag, stuffed it into it, and rushed back to his room.

He seems to have guessed something.

He wasn't very bright, but the Chancellor of the Exchequer, his father, made it so clear that if he didn't know it, then he really was an idiot!
coup!

The terrible word throbbed inside him, his breath and his heartbeat were affected by it.

He quickly packed everything up, and when he returned to the living room, he wanted to ask the old man who had taken care of him all his life if he wanted to go with him.

Without opening his mouth, the old man waved his hand.

He walked up to the middle-aged man and gave him a hug.

The body that he could only look up to once was old.

"I can't go, you go first, go quickly, it will be too late."

"If we're lucky, we'll meet again..."

He pushed his son away and watched him drive away.

The chancellor returned to the living room with a heavy sigh.

The Penteio Empire is not the Gefra Empire, and the power and influence of the royal family only exist in the palace.

In Penteo, the influence and power of the royal family is unmatched!
With so many cars coming in and out, it is impossible for His Majesty the Emperor not to know this!
Since he knew, why didn't he do anything?

Are you committed?

Do not!
Combined with the request for donations from the nobles he mentioned earlier, and the restoration uprising of the remnants of the Brett dynasty, the chancellor of the exchequer has actually guessed something.

Infinitely close to the truth!

A spring rain, the more it fell, the whole city seemed to be washed.

The next morning, the bright sun was full of vitality, and people took off their thick coats. Now that the temperature has returned to above zero, people wear a lot less.

There are also many more pedestrians on the street.

It's just that the faces of pedestrians are not very good-looking. During the war, they can only get very little salary.

The current situation is so bad that the rationing system cannot provide enough food for everyone. Seventy percent of every family's food is full of labor.

The remaining women, the elderly, and children can only guarantee that they will not starve to death.

The Minister of Finance asked to see the emperor early in the morning, and after waiting for more than half an hour, His Majesty the Emperor summoned him.

There were only the two of them in the empty hall, and His Majesty the Emperor sat indifferently on the high throne.

He looked down at the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was prostrate at the bottom of the steps, and just watched.

"Your Majesty... I am guilty."

The emperor did not speak.

The chancellor raised his voice, "I'm guilty!"

After a while, His Majesty the Emperor sneered, "Why do you all say that you are guilty, what crime do you have?"

When he heard this sentence, the Minister of Finance felt a little relieved, "Someone planned..." His words were interrupted with a snap.

His Majesty the Emperor brushed the armrest of the throne, "Go back..."

The Minister of Finance breathed a sigh of relief, bid farewell to His Majesty the Emperor, and left the palace.

From His Majesty's words, he heard some other meanings.

He was not the first to expose the coup, which was a great relief.

For two days in a row, as if nothing happened, the palace was also making preparations for the ball to raise military expenses.

Everything is so peaceful.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer was dressed up to attend, and he looked a lot more dignified and younger in the luxurious traditional costumes of the aristocrats.

He rode a carriage to the outside of the palace. At this time, many carriages had already stopped. As soon as the Minister of Finance got out of the carriage, he saw the Minister of War.

The smiling appearance of the Minister of War made it difficult to distinguish his position. The Minister of Finance felt that he should be from the royal family, but he was a little... not sure.

Now everything is shrouded in fog, and the chancellor does not dare to test it easily.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and after nodding to each other, the Minister of Finance entered the palace first, while the Minister of War remained outside the palace.

As time passed bit by bit, everyone wore a hypocritical mask, making it impossible for people to see their true thoughts clearly!

The Minister of Finance stood in the corner, somewhat absent-mindedly dealing with some nobles who came forward to chat.

Unknowingly, the bell rang.

It's eight o'clock!

His Majesty the Emperor appeared in the palace, and the atmosphere in the palace reached its peak!

Under the brief introduction of the Royal Chief, the fundraising began.

On behalf of the royal family, the eldest prince donated their share.

But then, the dance scene became extraordinarily quiet.

No second person came to the stage to donate!

Donations of hundreds of millions of assets cannot be in cash, but must be materials, precious metals and jewelry, not even works of art!

These requirements are too harsh!
Faced with such a situation, the emperor didn't seem to be surprised. He seemed to have returned to his previous state and didn't care about anything.

His eyes are half-opened and half-closed, as if he might fall asleep at any moment...

The eldest prince stood aside obediently, but the smile on his face seemed unfriendly.

The nobles stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

At this time, outside the palace, teams of private soldiers of nobles have completed their final preparations.

As a firework was lifted into the sky, they started running towards the palace.

This firework seemed to be a signal, and more smiles appeared on the faces of the nobles in the palace.

"I donate..."

"I donate too..."

The eerie and dead atmosphere suddenly became active, and the little nobles shouted with all their might!

"I donate fifty tons of gold!"

The originally lively atmosphere was suddenly suffocated!
Fifty tons of gold, according to the current international gold price, is worth about 5000 million federal soles!

In fact, the money is not too much.

For nobles, their art collections are worth at least 10,000+, hundreds of thousands of federal sols.

It's normal for some rare treasures to be worth millions!
5000 million is only the price of hundreds of top-level works of art. Peng Jieao's aristocratic history is longer, and they can afford it.

But the problem is, he's talking about gold!
Although gold was precious before the outbreak of the war, the price of gold was actually not high.

No aristocrat would hoard so many precious metals that are inconvenient to transport, they prefer works of art.

In fact, in international transactions, artworks in non-war periods are also one of the important "currencies".

Compared with the currency that is inconvenient to carry and difficult to settle, and the barter that is even more difficult to calculate the value of, it is most common to trade with internationally famous artworks.

Therefore, nobles and big capitalists from various countries have had a soft spot for works of art for a long time in the past.

Some gold is enough.

Donate fifty tons of gold at once... Can he really get it out?
The brief calm also made the little nobleman who yelled this sentence show an inexplicable ugly look, blushing and staring, like a clown!
After a short period of calm, the emperor was the first to laugh, laughing loudly, maybe because he found it funny, or maybe because he was satisfied with the little nobles donating so much gold.

The eldest prince also laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder.

After a brief shock, the little nobleman also started to laugh.

Almost everyone was laughing, laughing at the loyalty of the little nobles to the empire, laughing at the preciousness of the fifty tons of gold, and laughing at all the ridiculous things!

At this time, outside the palace, the exchange of fire began!
(End of this chapter)