blackstone code

Chapter 578 Carnival and Disturbance

"Gentlemen, we will be written into the textbooks, and we will become the people that every banker and every businessman must know!"

Mr. Hebbs, who was sitting on the main seat, no longer had the demeanor of a royal prince, nor did he have a personable demeanor. He was just a drunk who had drunk too much.

Alcohol made his brain a little out of control, but he didn't care if he looked a little ridiculous from the perspective of other people at this time. Other people were even more ridiculous than him. All he wanted was to let loose for a while.

Earning so much money, if this is not enough for him to enjoy himself, then what about being written into history books, textbooks?
Obviously he felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited, "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people evaluate us in the future?"

"Good banker? Or successful banker?"

Driven by him, the atmosphere in the room has become unprecedentedly frenzied. People are watching him. It can be written into history books and textbooks, and it can be written into positive imagination. That is definitely what capitalists are also pursuing. kind of realm.

It is impossible for a person to live forever, but a spirit, a theory, and some brilliant deeds can help a person live forever. Capitalists also want "immortality", which is what every intelligent creature is pursuing.

"Lynch will be below us, a buffoon of our greatness, gentlemen, please fill up this glass (please let us drink this wine to the fullest) and make our name in history! "

"cheers!"

"cheers!!"

The people who were already insane held their glasses high and gulped down the alcoholic beverages. Some people vomited while drinking, and some fell back to their chairs after drinking, but they soon became crazy again.

With a profit of hundreds of millions, this may be the most shining time in their lives, and even after closing this business, some of them can retire directly!

The money in the hands of many bankers is not all their own money, or most of the bankers are "poor people", and only a small amount of wealth in their hands is theirs.

For example, Mr. Herbers, he is the richest person here, but about 50.00% of the money in his hand belongs to the king who wears cheap coarse cloth and lives a shabby life like an inferior person all day long!
His own money was only a small part, most of which belonged to the king and some ministers, and like other bankers, their money came from some investors.

If they hadn't missed this opportunity... no, they couldn't have missed it, they had already persuaded Gefla's finance minister to stand on their side in this matter, and Emperor Gefla agreed with this statement, they won deal.

They use other people's capital to achieve several times or even dozens of times the value of their own wealth, and they can retire directly.

This amount of money is too much, so much that everyone is excited and happy at this time!

Those gentlemen who vomited almost took out a few ten-dollar Fulas from their pockets and threw them on their vomit. Presumably the cleaners would not curse them for vomiting here and there, but would also thank them for their vomit. Generosity, that's what money is worth and the joy it brings.

The carnival went on, a group of people got drunk here, but they didn't stop there, and these bankers, whose average age was over 45, wanted to continue the carnival.

They found a very famous nightclub, got into it, and called all the girls to drink with them.

This is something to be happy about, not just for themselves, but for others as well.

Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but they quickly dissipated under the reminder that "all consumption in this place will be paid by Mr. Hebbs". If they were lucky, they would like to have a drink with Mr. Hebbs.

In short, the countless swaying madness of the night ended, and the next day people began to pay the price for the madness of the previous night. Herbers smiled wryly and struggled from the messy limbs. He was sore, and his age had prevented him from acting like a young man. Actively conquering, he just lay quietly most of the time, but last night, he seemed to have returned to the summer when he was 20 years old...

Now, he started to regret it.

"I really shouldn't be drinking!", he complained once, shouted twice, and his butler walked in immediately.

Seeing an unconcealable smile on the butler's face, Herbers complained, "You should stop me..." He stopped talking, because he knew that it would be useless for anyone to come at that time , "Okay, you can laugh if you want, hell, help me up, my back hurts badly!"

With the support of the observer, Mr. Hebbs stood up, changed his clothes again, and let out a sigh of relief, "I have a headache."

As he said on the way out, the brain damage caused by alcoholic beverages has not yet been discovered, but it will soon be known.

As soon as they went out, two young men in leather and leather clothes stood up. They were the "brokers" of those girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Hebbs and his friend yesterday, so they were very respectful and low-key at this time. He bowed his head and greeted Mr. Hebbs.

"Don't worry I'm an unreasonable bastard, I look bad, but I'm an honest person!" He took out a checkbook, wrote a set of numbers and his name on it, and handed past.

Watched by the two young men, Mr. Hebbs quickly left here.

"What are my plans for today?" Mr. Hebers, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at the street scene outside the window, feeling the power of this country.

"You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, which will last from four to ten minutes to one hour, and then there will be an afternoon tea salon, which will end from 10:04 to five o'clock, and no later than five o'clock. Then you'll have a break and in the evening you'll have dinner with the chancellor..."

The butler clearly arranged the itinerary for the whole day. According to the past practice, Mr. Hebers would comment or modify the schedule at this time. In short, he would express his thoughts and attitudes on the next day's itinerary.

This habit has lasted for decades, and it is not so easy to change, but Mr. Hebers didn't say anything today, which made the butler look back curiously.

Mr. Hobbs held the head of the Staff of Civilization in both hands. It was a pure gold lion's head the size of a child's fist. There were no other gems, and it was simply pure gold.

Each country has its own style. In the Commonwealth, the head of Mr. Hebbs' civilized staff was a kind of falcon, and some gemstones were attached to it.

Falcons can more vividly reflect the Federation's spirit of yearning for freedom and its adventurous attitude, and the colorful gems will not make the Federation people think that they are not stable enough. They like that kind of civilized staff.

But in the monarchy country of Gafla, the social atmosphere in the country is relatively serious, so the pure gold lion without any embellishments is more in line with the aesthetics of the people here.

There are many civilized sticks like this, Mr. Hebbs, with different styles and suitable for different places.

At this time, he folded his hands together and pressed the head of the Civilization Staff, but his eyes were looking at the street outside the car window, as if he was thinking about something.

The butler didn't dare to disturb, and shook the glass between the driver's cab and the rear compartment to give Mr. Hebbs a quiet environment as much as possible.

At this time, Mr. Hebers was thinking about a question-is Lynch a fool?
After the frenzied catharsis, some backlog of emotions were released, and he also began to reflect on this question, whether Lynch is a fool.

The federal people praised Lynch with various titles, and even said that he was the leader of the new generation of federal people. In short, he was good at everything.

Young, handsome, handsome, well-mannered, and good friends with people from all walks of life, such a person may be suspected of over-packaging, but is he a fool?
Could he not know what he was doing?

If he knew, why would he do it.

This question came to his mind out of nowhere, which made him a little uneasy. Everything went too smoothly for him, as if Lynch was his long-lost father, who specially sent him a large sum of wealth.

But he knew that this could not be true, and there must be some unknown secrets hidden in it.

He firmly believes that the ultimate purpose of all actions is to benefit himself. No one is stupid enough to give himself selflessly. Even if there is, such a person will not become a successful businessman or a successful capitalist.

But he couldn't find any loopholes. In Lynch's contract with him and others, the only risky place is that Geoffrey will allow him to cash out his bonds before June. In this case, Lynch You don't need to pay any interest.

But he can't take away the money lent to him by people like Mr. Herbers. He borrowed the money, not exchanged it. When the contract expires, he must return the money to everyone, otherwise they Not only would he be able to take those bonds, but he would be sued.

Lynch's risk is too great, but what about his profit?
It's almost invisible, which is very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers can't find it for a while.

The sudden trouble made his expression not as relaxed as it was yesterday, but in the end he convinced himself that there shouldn't be any problems beyond his plan.

After all, Gafla's finance minister had already been "persuaded" by him, and he also persuaded Gefla's emperor through the mouth of the finance minister.

His Majesty the Emperor of a country supports this point of view, so even if other people want to do something to change this ending, it shouldn't be such an easy task, right?
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, maybe it's all just his nervousness?

(End of this chapter)