Blackstone Code

"Gentlemen, we will be written into textbooks, and we will become people that every banker and every businessman must understand in the future!"

Mr. Herbers, who was sitting in the main seat, had lost his royal princely demeanor and graceful demeanor. He was just a drunkard who had drunk too much.

Alcohol made his brain a little out of control, but he didn't care if he looked a little ridiculous from other people's point of view. Others were more ridiculous than him. All he wanted was to be wild for a while.

Earning so much money, if this does not allow him to enjoy himself, then what about being written into history books and textbooks?

Obviously he felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was more active and excited than ever before. "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people evaluate us in the future?"

"A good banker? Or a successful banker?"

Under his leadership, the atmosphere in the room became unprecedentedly fanatical. People were all looking at him. He could be written into history books and textbooks, and his positive imagination was written into it. That is definitely something that capitalists are also pursuing. kind of realm.

It is impossible for a person to live forever, but a spirit, a theory, and some glorious deeds can help a person live forever. Capitalists also want "immortality", which is what every intelligent creature is pursuing.

"Lynch will be like a clown under us to set off our greatness. Gentlemen, please drink this cup (please let us drink this cup of wine happily) so that we can leave a name in history!" "

"cheers!"

"cheers!!"

The people who were already crazy held their glasses high and swallowed the alcoholic beverages in large gulps. Some people vomited while drinking, and some people fell back on their chairs after drinking, but they soon started to go crazy again.

With profits of hundreds of millions, this may be the most shining time in their lives. Even after ending this business, some of them can retire directly!

The money in the hands of many bankers is not all their own money, or in other words, most bankers are "poor", and only a small part of the wealth in their hands belongs to them.

For example, Mr. Herbers, he is the richest person here, but about 50% of the money in his hand belongs to the king who wears cheap coarse cloth and lives a shabby life like an inferior person all day long!

His own money is only a small part, most of it belongs to the king and some ministers. Like other bankers, their money comes from some investors.

If they hadn't missed this opportunity... no, they couldn't have missed it, they had already persuaded Gefla's finance minister to stand on their side in this matter, and Emperor Gefla agreed with this statement, they won deal.

They have used other people's capital to increase the value of their own wealth several times or even dozens of times, and they can retire directly.

This amount of money is so much that everyone is excited and happy at this time!

Those gentlemen who vomited almost took out a few ten-dollar Fulas from their pockets and threw them on their vomit. Presumably the cleaners would not curse them for vomiting here and there, but would also thank them for their vomit. Generosity, that's the value of money and the joy it brings.

The carnival went on, and a group of people got drunk here, but they didn't stop there. These bankers, whose average age was over forty-five, wanted to continue the carnival.

They found a very famous nightclub, got in, and called all the girls to drink with them.

This is something worth being happy about. They should not be the only ones happy, others should be happy too.

Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but they quickly dissipated under the reminder that "all consumption in this place will be paid by Mr. Hebbs". If they were lucky enough, they would like to have a drink with Mr. Herbers.

In short, the countless swaying madness of the night ended, and the next day people began to pay the price for the madness of the previous night. Herbers smiled wryly and struggled from the messy limbs. He was sore, and his age had prevented him from acting like a young man. Taking the initiative to conquer, he just lay quietly most of the time, but last night, he seemed to have returned to the summer when he was twenty years old...

Now, he began to regret it.

"You really shouldn't drink!", he complained and shouted twice, and his butler came in immediately.

Seeing an unconcealable smile on the butler's face, Herbers complained, "You should stop me..." He stopped talking, because he knew that it would be useless for anyone to come at that time , "Okay, you can laugh if you want, hell, help me up, my back hurts so much!"

With the help of the observer, Mr. Herbers stood up. He changed his clothes again and breathed a sigh of relief, "I have a headache."

He said on the way out that the harmful effects of alcoholic drinks on the brain have not yet been discovered, but they will soon.

As soon as they went out, two young men in leather and leather clothes stood up. They were the "brokers" of those girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Hebbs and his friend yesterday, so they were very respectful and low-key at this time. He bowed his head and greeted Mr. Herbers.

"Don't worry I'm an unreasonable bastard, I look bad, but I'm an honest person!" He took out a checkbook, wrote a set of numbers and his name on it, and handed passed.

Watched by the two young men, Mr. Hebbs quickly left here.

"What are my plans for today?" Mr. Hebers, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at the street scene outside the window, feeling the power of this country.

"You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, which will last for about forty minutes to an hour, and then there will be an afternoon tea salon, which will end from four-thirty to five o'clock, no later than five o'clock. Then you'll have a break and in the evening you'll have dinner with the chancellor..."

The butler has clearly arranged the whole day's itinerary. According to past practice, Mr. Herbers will comment or modify the schedule at this time. In short, he will express his thoughts and attitude towards the next day's itinerary.

This habit has been going on for decades and is not easy to change, but today Mr. Herbers didn't say anything, which made the butler look back curiously.

Mr. Herbers's hands held the head of the staff of civilization, which was a solid gold lion head the size of a child's fist. There were no other gems, it was just pure gold.

Each country has its own style. In the Commonwealth, the head of Mr. Hebbs' civilized staff was a kind of falcon, and some gemstones were attached to it.

The falcon can more vividly reflect the Federation's spirit of yearning for freedom and adventurous attitude, and the colorful gems will not make the Federation people think that it is not stable enough. They like that kind of civilized staff.

But in Gefra, a monarchy country, the social atmosphere in the country is relatively serious, so the pure gold lion without any embellishment is more in line with the aesthetics of the people here.

There are many civilized sticks like this, Mr. Hebbs, with different styles and suitable for different places.

At this time, he folded his hands together and pressed the head of the Civilization Staff, but his eyes were looking at the street outside the car window, as if he was thinking about something.

The butler didn't dare to disturb, and shook the glass between the driver's cab and the rear compartment to give Mr. Hebbs a quiet environment as much as possible.

At this time, Mr. Hebers was thinking about a question-is Lynch a fool?

After the frenzied catharsis, some backlog of emotions were released, and he also began to reflect on this question, whether Lynch is a fool.

The federal people praised Lynch with various titles, and even said that he was the leader of the new generation of federal people. In short, he was good at everything.

Young, handsome, handsome, well-educated, and good friends with people from all walks of life. Such a person may be suspected of over-packaging, but is he a fool?

Could he not know what he was doing?

If he knew, why would he do it.

This question came to his mind inexplicably, making him slightly uneasy. Everything went too smoothly for him, as if Lynch was his long-lost father and specially sent him a large sum of wealth.

But he knew that this could not be true, and there must be some unknown secrets hidden in it.

He firmly believes that the ultimate goal of all actions is to benefit himself. No one is stupid enough to dedicate himself selflessly. Even if there is, such a person will not become a successful businessman or a successful capitalist.

But he couldn't find any flaws. The only risk in Lynch's contract with him and others was that Gevra would allow him to cash in his bonds before June. In this case, Lynch You don't need to pay any interest.

But he can't take away the money lent to him by people like Mr. Herbers. The money was borrowed by him, not exchanged by him. When the contract expires, he must return the money to everyone, otherwise they will Not only would he be able to take those bonds, but he would be sued.

Lynch's risk is too great, but what about his profit?

It's almost invisible, which is very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers can't find it for a while.

The sudden annoyance made his expression less relaxed than yesterday. In the end, he convinced himself that there shouldn't be any problems beyond his plan.

After all, Gafla's finance minister had already been "persuaded" by him, and he also persuaded Gefla's emperor through the mouth of the finance minister.

If His Majesty the Emperor of a country supports this view, then even if others want to do something to change this outcome, it shouldn't be that easy, right?

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, maybe it's all just his nervousness?