blackstone code

Chapter 633 Rhapsody
In the restaurant, a few tables of diners were sitting sparsely waiting to enjoy a good lunch.

The third floor of Jinhui Bank's headquarters is not open to ordinary employees, but only to middle and high-level employees. Those who can eat here are basically the management. In the absence of members of the board of directors, the card is almost the highest status here.

In order to express respect for Karl and solemnly reflect the superiority and inferiority in the corporate culture, other people with low status took the initiative to sit closer to the exit and farther away from Karl.

So even if everyone sat in the same space, these people didn't know what Carl and Lynch were talking about.

What are they talking about?
Carl coughed lightly, the smile on his face was a little strange, and there was something he couldn't say. His voice was always lower than usual, "The Federation will allow approved companies to issue corporate bonds..."

Lynch's pupils contracted slightly. Corporate bonds are a more formal term. In layman's terms, they allow companies to raise funds from the society.

Bonds have interest, but sometimes the interest is not paid in "currency". It may be a product, a job, or even a house.

Thinking of this, he chuckled. For the enterprises, for the enterprises of the Federation, and for the capitalists of the Federation, this may be the second good era ushered in after the golden age of their rough and barbaric growth and development. Already, a silver age.

The reason is simple, to issue bonds, and then go bankrupt, as long as you have enough courage, as long as you are shameless, 100 million, 1000 million, it is just a blink of an eye.

Lynch wondered who the hell was so smart to come up with this idea, "Is this from the Monetary Authority?"

Carl sat back, spread out his napkin, and nodded his head, "They want the bank to pay, but as you can see, we have hundreds of millions of bad debts this year. This is why we have relaxed the evaluation criteria. If We will be stricter in our assessment, and the numbers will be scary."

"The bank is in a bit of a pain right now, so naturally they won't be reluctant to take out the money, plus..." Carl grinned, "I heard that during a meeting, someone complained that every time a disaster like Galil happens, At any time, a large number of investors will be locked in."

"So the second chief executive of the Monetary Authority has put forward a rough prototype, allowing companies to issue bonds to the society. In any case, it is at least one pot."

Every time there is a financial problem, a group of foreigners run away with money, which is why the bank executives directly fired at the meeting.

If all the money stays in the country after the financial disaster, that’s fine. At least the money is still working in the entire social currency system. As the most important part of the bank, it can get dividends no matter what.

But the money was taken away by foreigners, and the bank still has to bear all kinds of bad debts. Now the bank has to stand up and pay the money, and the bank will definitely not agree.

So under various coincidences, this plan was introduced. To put it bluntly, it is to raise funds to start work, and to give those who want to work hard and have the courage to fight hard. A chance.

This is not a joke.

"I know you also have some companies. You can also prepare some materials first. The first batch of audits should be easy to pass. Then you can issue bonds to the society." Carl hinted again. Certainly it will not be truly fair and just.

Just like now, before the news came out, Lynch and some other people got the news. They prepared the materials and waited or had already submitted the materials.

The policy was announced there, and within two days the first batch of review systems were the most lenient and announced. When other people want to join, the review system will become stricter.

This is a manifestation of a characteristic of the federal society - the information society.

"Thank you!" Lynch nodded. He was already thinking about how to write an anonymous thank you letter to Carl. This is a good person, and a good person should be praised.

Carl laughed out loud, and his voice returned to normal, "We are friends!"

Not long after, a cook in his sixties led a few small cooks to push the dining car and the cooking cart. They stood some distance away from Lynch and Carl and cooked on the spot.

I have to say that this skilled immigrant cook in his 60s does have some skills. From the fancy way he made a simple fried fish steak, it can be seen that this meal must be delicious.

Fried fish steaks are actually available in many places, but the fried fish steaks eaten today are slightly different from those in other places. The fish steaks in the federal restaurant are all made from sea fish.

Sea fish has fewer bones and more meat, which is in line with the preferences of the federal people for ingredients. Different fish will have different performances during the frying process, and some of them will become a little loose.

This is a description of the taste. The fish fiber itself does not have any fat fascia, so the muscle fiber will be separated when it is fried and dehydrated. For example, the fish they eat today is like this.

However, the chef miraculously solved these problems with egg whites, keeping the taste firm and at the same time possessing the characteristics of fried steak.

A satisfying lunch.

On the way back, Lynch had been thinking about the issue of corporate fundraising... no, the issue of corporate bond issuance, although the two can be said to be the same thing.

Lynch's thoughts are very scattered, and the things he thinks of are not so continuous. It seems that there is no connection, but in fact there is an obvious line connecting these things.

For example, the first thing he thinks of is Mr. President. The promotion of the economic stimulus plan in this period also means that Mr. President is sure to win the election.

Otherwise, it is not safe to start this plan now. If it fails, it will be a warm-up for others. At that time, the winner can boast that these things happened during his tenure-he did not lie, he just changed a This way of expression, if someone gets it wrong, it's not his fault.

Dare to show it now, on the one hand, it is to be sure of winning the election, and on the other hand, it is also to win more voters.

Therefore, this stimulus plan, which was supposed to be announced after Mr. President won the election, was brought forward early.

Secondly, what Lynch thinks of is Mr. Truman's attitude towards capitalists. From Carl's words, it is not difficult to find that he may have had a battle with those big capitals, and each has its own winners and losers.

It can be said that Mr. Truman has won the victory of driving those greedy capital consortiums from small and medium-sized projects.

Then Lynch thought about his own factories again. Did he... allow the workers to subscribe for bonds?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, just like watching a funny comedy performed by the best comedians in the Federation, he laughed happily.

Think about it, when capitalists need to raise funds to make money for themselves, who are their first targets?
The same moneyless capitalist?

Treacherous speculators?
Bu Paine's financial vulture?

Or...the workers who are waiting to work?
It must be the latter. Whether workers can find a suitable job depends on how much money they can contribute to the factory.

"I spend money to help capitalists oppress and exploit myself" is no longer the fantasy of capitalists when they drink too much, because this scene is about to become a reality!
Lynch, who wandered outside for a while, returned home by car. Now he is no longer what he used to be. Every time he goes to the street, there are always many people following him.

Some people may think that this is very stylish, and some people will surround themselves with a group of people in order to make themselves look powerful.

Lynch has already passed such a stage, just walked around for a while, feeling people's avoiding eyes, Lynch still took the initiative to get into the car and go home.

Just outside the villa area, when the convoy was about to enter the community, the guard took the initiative to walk to the window.

"Mr. Lynch, there is a gentleman who said he knew you, but I think he..." The guard pursed his lips. Lynch probably understood what he meant, and then looked towards the sentry box.

Beside the sentry box was a middle-aged man, disheveled and standing awkwardly. When Lynch looked towards him, he suddenly strode towards the car Lynch was riding in.

The bodyguard sitting next to him immediately pinched his neck and pushed him under the seat, and took out a pistol from his holster...

Two minutes later, Lynch rubbed his neck and praised the bodyguard for a good job, and in turn comforted her to let her not take it to heart, and gave her a little reward.

Although he knew that these were the most correct actions, he was just a little depressed.

He knew the guy who was striding towards the car, he had invested $1 in this guy at the expo a year ago, that radio reconnaissance array.

This world is a very strange world. Of course, this may also have something to do with the lack of some important scientists here.

So sometimes Lynch doesn't mind investing in some small things, maybe he will be able to harvest some scientists at some point.

At Lynch's invitation, the radio scientist came to Lynch's villa, let's call him that.

He sat on the sofa, feeling a little emotional. Indeed, for a civilian scientist, he may be much more "powerful" than Lynch in his world and cognition, but Lynch is richer than him.

It is often said that knowledge is priceless, and it is—most of the time it is worthless, and only a few are.

"Mr. Lynch, I don't have enough money." The radio scientist said as he put down the coffee cup in his hand, took out a notebook from his pocket, opened the first page, and handed it over.

"This has the specific scope of use of the money you invested, and I will record every transaction in this book..."

Lynch took the book and looked at it casually. From an aluminum tube to a section of copper wire, and the coffee beans that often appeared, there were too many things. He just flipped through a few pages and threw them back on the table.

"Now that you have researched to that point?"

"In other words, has my money invested in you already reflected some of its value?"

(End of this chapter)