[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

"I am Rockefeller, and it is a pity that my father cannot come to entertain you in person due to business.

But my father liked the gifts you sent me very much, and specially asked me to entertain you well and express my thanks to you in person. "

The middle-aged man who spoke was slightly taken aback when he saw only Tang Xuening and Storm Girl, but he still got up and bowed slightly to them.

Then he unabashedly pointed to the headset next to his ear and a small video camera by the dining table.

"At the same time, thanks to the advanced technology, even if it is half a world away, it can make up for the regret that my father can't have dinner with the two ladies in person."

The place where several people are located is a high-end restaurant, and the man who "represents his father" has another identity: the commissioner of the Federal Reserve.

After the Federal Reserve received the gift, their reaction speed was much faster than the girl expected, and they did not use the trick of "the party who actively asks the situation will be at a psychological disadvantage" in business negotiations to compare the two sides. patience.

They chose to show their power in a more direct way:

The invitation letter for the dinner was personally delivered to the downstairs of the X Academy by an old gentleman under the "escort" of the military convoy. The two went to the banquet in a bulletproof extended Lincoln to enjoy the police clearing the way directly to the head of state downstairs in the restaurant. treatment.

In contrast, in this restaurant, which was originally known as "the most difficult to make a reservation in New York", now there are no other customers except the waiter and the man, so there is really nothing to make a fuss about.

"Well, I understand, everyone knows the professor's ability, and you should have concerns.

In fact, this is also good, we all don't have to be so cautious, right? "

With an attitude of "what you are doing is understandable", the girl pulled up a chair and sat down (Note 1), took the menu and pointed to the most expensive dishes, without saving money for the super wealthy opposite idea.

"These dishes, thank you."

"That's right."

Rockefeller didn't notice the girl's rudeness at all, but smiled and nodded at her.

Then he turned to the storm girl who had just seated at the other end and asked:

"Miss Monroe, I would like to ask, is this lady the maker of that gift?"

"No, I'm just a consultant favored by Mr. Charles recently."

The girl answered the man's question by herself without waiting for the Storm Girl to answer.

"Tang Xuening, nice to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller."

"Oh? I don't know what kind of consultant Miss Tang is?"

Rockefeller narrowed his eyes slightly and asked curiously.

"As a public relations consultant, after I found out that mutants have too many shortcomings in this area, I took the initiative to find Mr. Charles to find a job for myself."

After the girl finished speaking, she tilted her head, looked at the man with a meaningful smile and asked:

"And it looks like I'm off to a good start at work—at least the gift I suggested is very much to your liking, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is a very exquisite antique. (Note 2)"

Rockefeller pulled a crystal from his inner pocket—a crystal half crystal and half gold.

He raised the crystal to the light, looked at the colorful brilliance reflected by the light in the crystal and asked with a smile:

"However, I still think that such antiques are more suitable to be placed in museums for everyone to visit (Note 3). What do you two think?"

"Well, Rockefeller has a point."

After the girl gave her a look, the Storm girl took the opportunity to take the opportunity of the dishes ordered by the girl.

After all, as the deputy captain of the X-Men and a member of the mutants, it is much more appropriate for her to answer this key question than a girl.

"After all, it's really inconvenient to carry those heavy things on your body."

Seeing Rockefeller's slightly relieved expression, Stormy felt a little complicated in her heart, because everyone here avoided some things:

She knew that there was actually a sticky note in the gift box, with only one sentence written on it:

—if we use this to issue a currency that belongs to mutants—

Storm is no fool, she understands that this is implying to the Fed that mutants have the ability to make gold.

An ability fabricated by lies.

She was there watching how the gift was born

——After the three gold necklaces were melted, a mutant who could manipulate the metal phase gradually fused them with half of a natural crystal according to the molecular structure of the crystal.

But the result of this lie is an ability that the Fed cannot ignore, an ability that allows mutants to make their own demands on the uncrowned kings of America...

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot. My father thinks your gift is too precious. He wants to give Mr. Charles an equally precious gift in return."

When the atmosphere of the dinner was completely relaxed, Rockefeller asked with a brisk smile.

Obviously, after getting the "goodwill" response from the mutants, the Federal Reserve has entered the stage where the mutants offer these kind quotes.

"So I want to ask the two of you for their opinions. Does Mr. Charles have any hobbies?"

"Mr. Charles has been obsessed with public welfare these years, especially with regard to the human rights of mutants. He has heard some very disturbing news..."

While eating, the girl said in a sympathetic tone to the storm girl's damn expression.

"Really? That's really a coincidence. A congressman I know is just about to propose a set of "Mutant Gene Patent Act" to protect the interests of mutants."

Obviously, this level of quotation has been expected by Rockefeller, and it is within the bottom line that they can expect and accept.

"If you are interested, maybe Mr. Charles can meet him and talk about his opinion on this bill as a mutant?"

And up to this point, both sides of the meeting have obtained the preliminary results they wanted. As a beginning, this situation is enough.

Neither Rockefeller nor the young girl wanted to continue discussing the issue of in-depth cooperation. Talking shallowly and deeply will only make the other party feel that you are not stable enough. Many things can only be discussed after long-term cooperation and mutual trust have been established.

"That's really thankful—by the way, I don't know if Mr. Rockefeller knows Tony Stark?"

After finishing speaking, the girl suddenly changed the subject.

"If you're talking about that Mr. Stark who appears in all kinds of lace news all the year round, I've met him once or twice at the White House Christmas party."

Looking at the girl across from him suspiciously, Rockefeller, who was a little uncertain about the girl's intentions, answered in a satisfactory manner.

"Recently I heard that he was kidnapped by terrorists, may God bless him."

"Thank you for your well wishes, but as far as I know Mr. Tony has been rescued."

Rockefeller, a girl reader, showed an expression of "everyone is tacit, some things don't need to be said clearly".

"Because of what he saw during the kidnapping, he may get into some trouble recently, and as a friend of Mr. Charles, he may need to trouble you, please take care of him..."

"Really?"

Rockefeller also looked at the girl ambiguously, with a wonderful arc at the corner of his mouth.

If there is a mind-reading person present, he will definitely be able to find an astonishing number of small conspiracy theory movies featuring Tony Stark in his mind.

"Children are ignorant, adults need to worry more sometimes, don't they?"

And Rockefeller's misunderstanding of the relationship between mutants and Stark is exactly what the girl wanted.

"What Miss Tang said makes sense."

Rockefeller smiled and nodded.

"However, it's a pity that neither my father nor Mr. Charles was able to come this time, so I wonder if there is such an honor to invite Mr. Charles to the humble house together with the maker of the gift?

I think there are still many aspects of cooperation between us that can be discussed. "

"I will pass your invitation on to Mr. Charles and the craftsman who made the gift."

The girl returned a formulaic smile, and then played another surprise attack.

"By the way, Mr. Rockefeller, can you tell me about your experience working at the Federal Reserve?

As far as I know, in recent years, the rise of the East and the recovery of Russia have had a great impact on your company. "

"No way, that's what we do. All walks of life have their own troubles."

Rockefeller spread his hands indifferently:

"Does Miss Tang have any good suggestions?"

"There is advice, but it's hard to say whether it's 'good advice'."

Curiously, she tasted the sky-high priced red wine in the glass, and the girl was a little disappointed to find that it was not as delicious as she had imagined.

"Mr. Rockefeller, why do you think your company has been impacted by the rise of those two countries?"

"What about Miss Tang's opinion?"

Rockefeller did not answer the question.

"The world is too small. When a group of giants are squeezed into a hut that can't stretch their arms and legs, friction is inevitable."

The girl pointed her fingers at the ceiling intentionally or unintentionally, while the Storm girl on the side was dumbfounded at what the girl said now—these were not within the scope of their negotiations at the beginning, let alone the scope of the mutant issue.

"Giants shouldn't be cruelly squeezed into small huts. They should have a wider world, what do you think?"

"But the question is how to find a wide space where they can run freely, or expand the hut where the giants currently live?"

Although the tone did not change, Rockefeller's eyes had become sharper, and he understood the other party's hint.

"We'll talk about it in detail after my client's problem is resolved. There may still be many things that need to trouble your company."

Before Storm Girl couldn't stand it and was about to intervene in the conversation, the girl decisively ended the intentional communication. Many things were not suitable for detailed discussion before the two parties established enough mutual trust.

Then she stood up, raising her glass high.

"Then, for the beginning of our friendship, I suggest that we all join together... Cheers!"

The author has something to say: Seeing that many relatives can see what a certain person wants to do, I am sweating...

And seeing that everyone is on the currency issue, I would like to say a few words of my opinion.

And what is the cause of the collapse of the gold standard?

The quantity of gold cannot keep up with the development of productivity. If the original gold standard is continued to be tantamount to deflation in disguise, it will greatly affect the sustainable development of the economy—at least this is one of the important reasons why major countries in the world choose to abolish the gold standard.

So the role of gold here is not to take it out, but to use it as a deterrent.

Because perhaps returning to the gold standard will cause a lot of trouble for the country's financial predators, causing great confusion and losses.But this is not without solutions. In the worst case, it is not impossible to eliminate all "unstable factors that disrupt the international financial order". After all, the core of US financial hegemony is not the standard adopted by the currency, but the He is currently invincible army.

Note 1: It seems that in high-end western food restaurants, waiters or male companions usually open chairs for ladies.

Note 2: The "antique" here refers to the gold standard that collapsed around WWII.

Note 3: Implied that the gold standard should not reappear.