blackstone code

Chapter 775

His Majesty the Emperor sat high on the steps. He looked at the Prime Minister calmly and said a lot about the follow-up treatment of Yuan Financing Capital.

Facing the demands of shareholders, he didn't think much about it, but directly threw the question to the Prime Minister, "What do you think?"

In this regard, the other ministers will naturally not be troublesome, and this is because the prime minister wants to get financial power, which has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.

For the other ministers, they now hold power and there is no possibility of losing power in a short period of time, so there is no need for them to actively do stupid things.

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister said, "Your Majesty, there is no shame in admitting mistakes. We should admit that there were mistakes in our work, which led to the listing of an unsuitable company like Yuanrong Capital."

"During this process, some people relied on certain methods to earn a sum of dishonorable black-hearted money. I think they should be allowed to take out this money, compensate others, and give corresponding punitive fines."

"We want these opportunists, and even those who have some relationship with Yuanrong Capital, to understand that some money cannot be taken!"

After hearing this, His Majesty the Emperor was thoughtful. The person who made the most money in this accident should be Lynch, right?

If you take away the money he earned and fine him a sum of money, it seems to be a good proposal, whether it is for public or private, it is a great choice, which makes His Majesty the Emperor very excited.

However, he did not agree immediately, but pondered for a while, thinking about the details of this matter.

The Prime Minister has sorted out all the charges, and there are also reasons. The illegal income will be confiscated, and then additional fines will be imposed, so that some businessmen and foreign businessmen will not be feared.

The emperor nodded, "Implement as soon as possible..."

He wants power, so he should do things that offend people. How can there be such a good thing as not paying anything and pocketing all the benefits?

Everything that happened in the ruler's hall quickly spread, and the already very lively Privy Council became even more lively. Many nobles who hadn't been to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here, and they were as cordial as if they came every day. Chat with everyone familiarly.

In the past, besides passing the time, the only thing I could do when I came to the Privy Council was to sulk.

There are so many nobles, only a handful of people hold power, and the rest of the nobles have only a skin, how can people not be angry?
But this time is different, the new Chancellor of the Exchequer may be born from the Privy Council, no matter whether they have the chance or not, everyone is trying to win as many supporters as possible, if they are lucky, good things will happen to them ?

Moreover, the Privy Council also has its own rules, and those veteran nobles will definitely choose someone from the Privy Council, and it is very likely that they will choose a representative one from the hereditary nobles.

Even if you become the lucky one of the tribe, you can establish a good relationship with the future finance minister in advance, which is also a good investment.

Maybe when this kind of human investment will be used, even if it is a small official, it is good, at least you have power in your hands.

Even if the Chancellor of the Exchequer is finally appointed by the Prime Minister, they can still demonstrate their existence and value in the process. This is the motivation of the nobles.

Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.

At this time, there were some discussions suddenly at the door.

These comments were a little different from the others, with a higher pitch, and there seemed to be something... strange, not entirely well-meaning, hidden in the tone.

People looked towards the door, Lynch and his group walked in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall.

"Lynch and those people are here..." People were saying that, with a gloating tone and a flash of greed in their eyes.

In just over a month, this group of people earned a few million less and tens of millions more. Even those nobles with deep backgrounds were somewhat moved.

It's a pity that it is these little nobles who benefit in the end. They can't even keep their own interests. This is also the tragedy of the little nobles.

The jealousy of seeing others make money is mixed with some mockery, and what is hidden under the elegant and humble appearance of the nobles is not as beautiful as their surface.

The news that came out of the ruler's hall was not only the news that the Privy Council was discussing the nomination of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, but also the news that the Prime Minister planned to use Lynch's group and some other speculators to solve the marchers.

No matter how much money they made this time, how much money they will lose, and they will also be fined a sum of money.

Leaving aside the issue of whether Lynch has money or not, in short, he is not from Gefra, and he will pat his ass and leave at that time, and the remaining fines will not even be executed on his own initiative——

In this way, His Majesty the Emperor and some people who don't like Lynch can hang Lynch high all the time, so that all the people in the empire will have a feeling of disgust towards him.

But those who can't leave, they may become the first batch of bankrupt nobles, they certainly can't afford huge fines, they can only really sell all their property to pay compensation, and they may soon On the street.

The nobles in the Privy Council are all looking forward to seeing a living bankrupt nobleman in their lifetime. This kind of thing is not common.

While people faintly rejected this small group, it also made this small group more united.

The little earl stood behind Lynch. He clenched his fists and let them go helplessly. He couldn't do anything.

The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by his father's unexpected sudden death was not only the disintegration of the family, but also the rupture of all external connections.

These connections were not inherited by the little earl, because there was a lack of an inheritor to pass on the relationship from the past to the next.

He didn't like coming to the Privy Council very much, it made him feel strange, just like now, the nobles not only didn't make him feel safe, but a little uneasy.

Lynch just blocked the malicious eyes of some nobles, and he strode inside, not afraid of the maliciousness in some people's eyes.

"What's the matter?" He smiled and looked at the nobles around him, "Did you see that I was so surprised that I couldn't speak?"

Everyone was very lively just now, but since Lynch walked in, everyone close to him has kept their mouths shut.

This is a very strange phenomenon. Obviously, these people don't owe Lynch anything, and they have no problem with him, but at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, they want to keep a low profile.

Even if he said something that seemed provocative, people would not take him seriously.

"You have something to say to me?" He looked at the nobles around him, and the nobles still kept their mouths shut. Lynch smiled, "Since you have nothing to say, then get out of the way..."

As he spoke, he walked forward and stepped out with one step, giving the nobles who were closest to him the illusion of landslides, as if the whole world began to shake with this step.

The expressions of these nobles changed one after another, becoming gloomy, and they all retreated to the side, making way for Lynch.

Lynch walked towards the middle of the hall with his head held high, and the little nobles who followed him seemed to have their morale revived because of this brief confrontation.

After they came to the place where they stayed most often, the waiter quickly brought drinks and pastries.

"Mr. Lynch..." A nobleman in his thirties was the first to lose his breath. He whispered, "I heard that we may be in trouble!"

There was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his eyes, after all, their opponent this time was the prime minister.

The prime minister of the empire, even if he was just a mascot in the past, this position and his family are not just a decoration, and they can easily make these "little guys" pay a heavy price.

Not to mention that this matter was still in the ruler's hall, a decision jointly made by the ministers and His Majesty the Emperor. Apart from the Prime Minister, their opponents also included His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers.

Thinking of the terrible strife they will face next, beads of sweat formed on the face of the speaking middle-aged nobleman.

As he apologized, he wiped away the beads of sweat that seemed to last forever, until finally, his handkerchief was wet with sweat.

Lynch looked at him, then at the others, and shook his head easily, "So what?"

He used his attitude to appease these people, including what he said, "In my eyes, even the prime minister cannot make people bow their heads!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed easily, and picked up the teacup on the table casually, "Besides, we haven't lost yet!"

"But...", the nobleman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the little count.

He glared at the nobleman, "There's nothing but, Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, so we didn't lose!"

His admiration for Lynch was almost etched into his bones, and he had a kind of blind worship complex. Even if Lynch said that the emperor would fight with the prime minister tomorrow, and then both died suddenly, he believed it would be true.

People are willing to believe in miracles not because they are too miraculous, but because they appear so ordinary that it is difficult for people to question them.

Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, they would complete the accumulation that might take one or two generations or even two or three generations?

Lynch raised his hand, motioning for the little earl to shut up, "When facing foreign enemies, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite together. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy."

"Each of us is important to us as a whole, and no one should be lost."

"As for your concerns, there is actually no need to worry. As I said, no one will do anything to us."

He spoke very firmly, and his self-confidence also infected other people, and the uneasy mood of these people gradually calmed down.

Gradually, I don't care about the opinions of people around me.

(End of this chapter)