blackstone code

Chapter 768 Chat alone [1215]
The results of the discussions at the interim cabinet meeting were very positive. Mr. President finally agreed to Mr. Truman's request and entrusted the whole matter to Mr. Truman.

This is where Gefra is not as good as the Federation. In the new country of the Federation, it may indeed lack some profound heritage.

But there is no dullness like some countries with a long history. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, everyone seems to be full of enthusiasm.

Just like young people in their teens and 20s, just a picture, a thought, flashed through their minds, and they immediately became like a male dog in heat, wheezing everywhere.

This kind of vigor is everywhere, and the country has a future.

This is not like Gefra, it is like an old man in his 60s, not to mention remembering something, he wants to be brothers with all the opposite sex!

One is full of vitality, and the other is only left with twilight.

Soon, the two sides hit it off, as if... bumped into... and immediately... fell in love.

Emperor Gefra announced the news at the first time in order to stabilize the domestic economic order, and at this time, the Minister of Finance publicly stated that he would take the blame and resign and accept the treatment.

The news came so fast that many people didn't seem to wake up.

Gafla is a monarchy country, in which the emperor enjoys nominal supreme power, the appointment and removal of ministers, and the appointment and removal of officials are not elected through elections.

Who can be a minister is decided by the emperor.

Of course, the opinions of the nobles are also very important. If the emperor does not want to make trouble with most nobles, sometimes he needs to respect the ideas of the nobles.

sometimes.

This also means that if the emperor favors a certain minister, then during the emperor's reign, without the influence of external forces, the candidates for the ministers will hardly change much.

It may take more than ten years or even 30 or [-] years to change once, or even not change for a lifetime. In the history of Gafla, there will always be some people who have been working for a lifetime.

It is very rare for the chancellor to take the blame and resign this time. People didn't think that the matter had reached this point. At most, the chancellor would stand up and apologize and it would be the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, the chancellor actually...resigned.

The surprise brought by this huge gap made some people climax in an instant. This is a victory of public opinion, a victory between the people's independent rights and imperial power.

One small step today, one giant leap for the future!

The departure of the chancellor and the intervention of the federal government's funds allowed the market to stabilize quickly and obviously.

In fact, this has something to do with the public arrest of those opportunists by the secret police. During this period of time, people had an extremely wonderful life, and some of the rich, rich, and important people in people's impressions all fell down one after another.

The reason is not how rich they are, and confiscation of their property can help get rid of the current lack of money, but that these people use this opportunity to make a fortune for the country.

Some of them are also the main force of the short-selling. While following the nobles like Lynch to short-selling, they spread all kinds of rumors to confuse the public and interfere with market behavior. Now they have to pay the price for what they did, a heavy price.

"The order of the bank is being restored." Lynch looked at the bank on the street through the window on the upper floor not far from the Imperial Exchange.

At this time, there were not so many people queuing up outside the bank, there were only less than ten people, and there were some very special policemen patrolling around. A middle-aged man who was waiting to withdraw money could not bear the enormous pressure. , silently left the money withdrawal team.

There is a little difference between those policemen and ordinary policemen. Their wide-brimmed hats are blue in color, while the color of ordinary police wide-brimmed hats is dark gray. The wide-brimmed hats of armed policemen are dark blue. Different colors represent their different identities. .

Lynch, a foreigner, does not know these things, but the locals are familiar with them.

"They're scared." The little count looked out the window with a kind of indifference that shouldn't appear at his age.

That kind of look... How should I put it, it's like looking at a small animal that can't cause any harm to you. You can't say that you like it, and you definitely don't have any respect.

But when he looked at Lynch, his eyes were full of undisguised admiration, "Those policemen, they are the secret police of the Seventh Police Department, and people are afraid of these people."

He talked to Lynch about the characteristics of these policemen, and the big things they might or might not have done, and Lynch understood a little bit.

An unreasonable and violent organization does make ordinary people helpless, and it will also cause fear.

"Mr. Lynch, what shall we do next?" The little earl looked at Lynch with sparkling eyes.

Lynch looked away from the outside world, walked to the chair and sat down, "You don't need to do anything, just count the money after the end."

This was the little count's own house, and no one else was invited, and they were alone in the room.

Aristocrats do like to live in their luxurious big houses, but the older generation of aristocrats cannot represent the entire aristocratic group.

Young aristocrats like the little earl are not so rigid when they come into contact with more avant-garde things. At least the little earl seldom wears floral collars and wigs, while those old nobles must wear them whenever they have the opportunity. Wigs and floral collars.

The little count walked to the chair next to Lynch and sat down. He picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite, "Mr. Lynch, I'm a little worried. Now that the market has stabilized, will the financial index be pulled up by them? "

Lynch shook his head decisively, "No, you don't need to worry about this."

"The meaning of stability is only stability. People have just experienced this run on. Regardless of whether the bankers, our ministers, or even His Majesty are willing to admit it, we have all seen the financial fragility of this country."

He has his legs crossed, and he has an adult and mature demeanor, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye and very natural.

The little Earl tried secretly imitating Lynch's behavior a few times, but there was always something missing, which made him feel funny, which also made him admire Lynch even more.

Under the gaze of worship that has made Lynch a little numb, Lynch talked calmly and steadily, "People have personally experienced such a disaster, and they can't get money out of the bank. Can't hide it."

"Even if the Empire and the Federation have now reached some cooperation, and the Federation has given us financial assistance, people will still reserve their views on these policies before the specific content comes to people."

"They're not going to put money in the bank, they've pretty much shrunk their liquidity after a financial disaster."

"They can't borrow money from banks, and they can't get money from private financing. The round financing case is not over yet."

"There is no money flowing into the financial market. They can't move the current index and stabilize it. It just means that it will not continue to deteriorate, but it will not get better..."

The door of the room opened during the conversation, and a lady walked in with a tray.

Lynch had to stand up. This 37-year-old lady was the mother of the little earl.

Originally, this matter should be done by the servants, but she is doing it herself, which is also expressing a message.

"I made it with my own hands. I don't know if you will like it. I heard that the taste of the federal people is very light." The old countess smiled and put the tray on the coffee table, which contained some small pastries that looked good.

Even if he killed Lynch, he wouldn't believe that these small pastries that required a lot of cooking skills were made by the lady in front of him, but this did not prevent him from taking this statement seriously.

"Smells great!" Lynch picked up a piece in amazement, sniffed it, and then looked at the lady, as if asking for her opinion.

The old countess nodded expectantly, and Lynch held one hand to prevent the food residue from falling on the ground, while biting a corner.

It's still sweet and greasy. People in Gafla always say that federal people drink coffee with sugar and milk, but at least federal people don't eat this greasy sweet pastry.

He showed a proper surprise, "It's great, very sweet, I like it very much."

The old countess patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you like it, I have done a lot."

Talking about this topic came to an end, after a short pause, she said again, "What were you talking about just now?"

The little count rushed to answer, "We are talking about some current affairs..." With a smile on his face, he shook his head, "You know, we are nobles, and we are best at this."

The old countess smiled softly, she reached out and patted the little count's dust-free shoulder, "You don't have to tell me this, I can understand." She glanced at Lynch, then at the young count, "I remember you What kind of salon is there in the afternoon?"

The little count was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Don't tell me I almost forgot, there is one!"

He said and looked at Lynch expectantly, "There is a salon related to racing in the afternoon, and they are all young people..."

It seemed to be an explanation, but also an invitation, but unfortunately, Lynch was not interested in this.

No matter in this world or another world, he is not interested in putting his own life in the hands of God. He can bet with others that a certain car can win the championship, but he will never drive it by himself. No interest either.

After he made it clear that he would not go, the little count was a little disappointed, but only for a while.

"I'll have a chat with Mr. Lynch alone, and you can go about your business." The old countess looked at her son, who was silent for two seconds, then nodded and left.

There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

(End of this chapter)