Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Rome, western suburbs cemetery.

Carlo Azelio Ciampi was wearing a black suit and black tie, solemnly holding a bouquet of white flowers, standing in front of a new grave in the cemetery.

On the dark tombstone, hung a black and white photo with a name impressively written on it.

Giovanni Falconel!

Looking at the familiar face on the tombstone, Qian Pi silently knelt down and placed the flowers on the altar, opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say.

Self-blame and regret flashed through his heart, if he hadn't handed over the list of Casio family bribery and crimes to his friend, maybe his friend would not have suffered that assassination.

Why?

Why can the mafia be rampant enough to plant bombs in broad daylight, why can those criminals be so lawless, why, those bastards who take the hard-earned money of taxpayers become the helpers of the mafia unscrupulously, and bully taxpayers in turn.

Rome, the holy city.

But in such a sacred place, why is crime more rampant than in other countries?

Is there any justice in this world?

Jiova. Tell me. Are they wrong, or are we wrong. Or, is this country wrong?

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It was impossible to answer Qianpi's doubts with the ashes lying in the cemetery, but looking at that familiar smiling face, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

We were right! No matter how dark the sky is, the sun will eventually break through the dark clouds and shine on the world!

Standing up, he lightly patted the dust on his knees. Qian Pi silently read his friend's answer in his heart, and strode out of the cemetery. If the sun can shine on this country again, no matter what the price is worth it.

seven o'clock in the evening.

The night fell into the earth, and with a gust of autumn wind, it blew the curtain hanging on the door.

Yulia Sidorov and Qina Kanoski walked in with strides. The two glanced at Shen Jiannan who was leaning on the TV to watch TV, then looked at each other and walked over together.

On the TV, a tall and burly middle-aged man was waving his fists and seemed to be giving a passionate speech. His yellow and white hair was particularly conspicuous in the middle of the magnified screen.

Oh, Karma. You bastards, you always want to make big news, don't you?

I recently had an idea to travel to space, do you want to go with me?

I really want to put all of you bastards in a rocket and let you go to the sky for a while, so that I can calm down.

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Watching Norman Lamont's narration on the TV, Qina Kanowski showed exaggerated astonishment on her face.

Jesus. Is this guy really a Chancellor of the Exchequer?

I feel like he's an idiot. He always says he knows everything, but he doesn't seem to understand anything. Yulia Sidorov took the conversation and said.

Shen Jiannan just smiled at this.

Actually, in some respects, Lamont is a qualified finance minister, at least, the most powerful finance minister in the UK for 30 years.

Shen. Are you serious? This guy, every time I see him say that he knows the Germans best and knows the economy best, I wonder if he is a spy we sent. Look, since he took office, he has put the British Made a mess.

This problem can't be blamed on Lamont. He is a real British. This is at least better than many British people. Starting from supporting Major to join the European Community, Lamont has been getting more initiative for the UK. Try hard. If I had to say something, he was probably just a little unlucky.

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Seeing Shen Jiannan sitting there pointing the country, Yulia Sidorov felt a deep fascination. Even his father admitted just now that in terms of wisdom, Shen is already the best in the world.

Taking off her high heels, grabbing the red wine on the table and pouring a glass, Yulia sprawled on Shen Jiannan's body as if she was drunk, adoringly looking at those eyes shining with wisdom.

What about Ciampi? Why did he agree to cooperate with us?

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The silent answer made Yulia Sidorov smile coquettishly. What she likes the most is Shen Jiannan's hooligan attitude, which can be fooled at any time, which makes her deeply satisfied.

Taking a sip of the red wine, Yulia raised her arms around Shen Jiannan's neck, raised her fair neck and brought her red lips to her big mouth, which was close at hand. The four lips were intertwined, and as a cold liquid flowed into his throat, Shen Jiannan's throat wriggled, and the dry feeling caused by speaking just now disappeared.

The death of Nifah Cornell has deeply angered the Italians. It is undoubtedly a good opportunity to change the status quo in Italy. However, the Catholic Democratic Party has a close relationship with the Mafia. The guy is in dire straits, and the one in office of the Socialist Party is the biggest corrupt official.

He has no choice at all, unless, he doesn't want to change the status quo, unless, he just watched his friend die in vain.

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The Proms, founded by Sir Henry Wood in 1895, aims to present the most diverse music and to attract more audiences with first-class music.

As one of the most popular classical concerts in the world, it is loved by the British. As a true British, Norman Lamont likes ordinary people very much.

At eight o'clock in the evening, invited by the BBC, Lamont appeared on time at the concert.

The vast auditorium was full of spectators, and as the classical and passionate music was played, Lamont, as a guest, stood on the stage.

Pairs of curious, admiring, admiring eyes looked at him, cheers and greetings and blowing kisses made him raise his chest and wave his fist.

I love Last Night's Escape. It's a great honor to be at this concert and thank you for your support!

Mr. Lamont. I wonder what kind of song you want to sing?

What song are you singing?

Lamont had already thought about it.

Italy, a second-tier country, has done its job. With the collapse of the lira, the German central bank has cut interest rates as he expected, and the crisis of sterling's devaluation has been eliminated and will become stronger.

And all of this is because of my own wisdom, and because I know the economy and the Germans well.

At this time, how to express your greatness without singing a passionate piece of music.

Holding the microphone, Lamont waved his fist.

Oh. In this unique moment, in this exciting moment, in this moment of our British glory, I don't think there is anything more fitting for the mood than the navy anthem.

Mr. Lamont. Are you going to sing the Navy song?

Of course. Long live Great Britain!

Waving his fist, Lamont roared.

When Britain first, at Heaven's command

Arose from out the azure main;

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sang this strain:

Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:

“Britons never will be slaves.”