Chapter 578
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"Gentlemen, we will be written into textbooks, and we will become the people that every banker and businessman must understand in the future!"
Mr. Herbert, who sat on the throne, had lost his royal prince's demeanor and elegant demeanor. He was just a drunk.
Alcohol makes his brain a little out of control, but he doesn't care if he will be a little ridiculous from the perspective of others. Others are more ridiculous than him. All he wants is to indulge for a while.
After making so much money, if it can't make him happy, what about being written in history books and textbooks?
Obviously, he felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited. "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people evaluate us in the future?"
"A good banker? Or a successful banker?"
Driven by him, the atmosphere in the room has become an unprecedented frenzy. People are watching him. He can be written into history books and textbooks, and his positive imagination is written. That is definitely a realm that capitalists are also pursuing.
People cannot live forever, but a spirit, a theory and some brilliant deeds can help a person live forever. Capitalists also want "eternal life", which is what every intelligent creature is pursuing.
"Lynch will set off our greatness like a clown under us. Gentlemen, please fill this cup (please let us drink this cup of wine happily) so that we can leave a name in history!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Already crazy people hold up their wine glasses and swallow alcoholic drinks. Some people drink and vomit. Some people fall back to their chairs after drinking, but they soon start to go crazy again.
Hundreds of millions of profits, this may be the most shining time of their life. Even after the end of this business, some of them can retire directly!
Not all the money in the hands of many bankers is their own money, or most bankers are "poor", and only a few of their wealth are theirs.
For example, Mr. Herbert, he is the richest here, but about 50% of the money in his hand belongs to the king who wears cheap coarse cloth and lives a poor life like a lower class all day!
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 persuaded the chancellor of the exchequer of gavra to stand on their side in this matter. The emperor of gavra agreed with this statement, and they would win.
With the capital of others, they have realized the appreciation of their wealth several times or even dozens of times, and they can retire directly.
This money is so much that everyone is excited and happy at this time!
Those gentlemen who vomited almost took out several ten dollar bills from their pockets and threw them on their vomit. Presumably, the cleaners will not curse them for spitting everywhere, but also thank them for their generosity. This is the value of money and the joy it brings.
The carnival continued. Here, a group of people were drunk, but they didn't stop. These bankers with an average age of more than 45 wanted to continue the carnival.
They found a very famous nightclub, got into it and called all the girls to drink with them.
This is a happy thing. They should not only be happy, but others should also be happy.
Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but soon disappeared under the hint of "all expenses in this field are paid by Mr. Herbers". Some even asked the waiter to send their respects - if they were lucky, they wanted to have a drink with Mr. Herbers.
In short, the night's countless swings ended madly, and the next day people began to pay for the madness of the previous night. Herbert struggled out of his limbs with a bitter smile. He was sore all over. His age made him unable to take the initiative to fight like a young man. Most of the time, he just lay quietly, but last night, It's like he went back to the summer when he was twenty
Now, he began to regret.
"You shouldn't drink!" he complained and shouted twice, and his housekeeper immediately came in.
Seeing a smile on the housekeeper's face, Herbert complained, "you should stop me..." he didn't go on, because he knew that it was useless for anyone to come at that time. "Well, laugh if you want to laugh. Hell, help me up. My back hurts badly!"
With the help of observation, Mr. Herbers stood up. He changed his clothes again and breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a headache."
When he went out, he said that the harm of alcoholic drinks to the brain has not been discovered, but people will soon know.
As soon as they went out, two young people in clothes and shoes stood up. They were the "agents" of those girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Herbers and his friends yesterday, so they were extra respectful and bowed their heads to greet Mr. Herbers.
"Don't worry, I'm an unreasonable bastard. I look terrible, but I'm an honest man!" he took out his checkbook, wrote a group of numbers and his name on it, and handed it over.
Under the eyes of two young people, Mr. Herbers quickly left here.
"What are my plans for today?", Mr. Herbert, sitting in the back seat of the car, looked out of the window at the street view and felt the strength of the country.
"You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, about 40 minutes to an hour, and then an afternoon tea salon, which will end from 4:30 to 5 o'clock, no later than 5 o'clock. Then you will have a rest time, and you will have dinner with the chancellor of the Exchequer in the evening..."
The housekeeper arranged the whole day's itinerary clearly. According to the past practice, Mr. Herbers will comment or modify the schedule at this time. In short, he will voice his ideas and attitude towards the next day's itinerary.
This habit has lasted for decades and is not easy to change, but Mr. Herbers didn't say anything today, which made the housekeeper look back curiously.
Mr. Herbert's hands held the head of the civilized staff. It was a pure gold lion's head the size of a child's fist. There were no other precious stones, but simple pure gold.
Each country has its own style. In the Federation, Mr. Herbert's civilized staff head was a falcon and attached with some precious stones.
Falcon can more vividly reflect the federal spirit of yearning for freedom and the attitude of adventure. The colorful gemstones won't make the federal people think it's not stable enough. They like that kind of civilized staff.
However, in the monarchy of gavra, 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.
Like this, there are many civilized staff with different styles and applicable to different places.
At this time, his hands folded together and pressed on the head of the civilization staff, but his eyes looked at the street outside the window, as if thinking about something.
The housekeeper dared not disturb, shook the glass between the cab and the rear compartment, and gave Mr. Herbers a quiet environment to the greatest extent.
At this time, Mr. Herbers was thinking about a question - is Lynch a fool?
After crazy venting, some of the backlog of emotions were released. He also began to reflect on this question. Is Lynch a fool.
The federates praised Lynch with various names, and even said that he was the leader of the new generation of federates. In short, he was good at everything.
Young, handsome, handsome, self-restraint, and good friends with people from all walks of life, such a person may be suspected of over packaging, but is he a fool?
Can he not know what he is doing?
If he knows, why did he do it.
This question came to his mind inexplicably, which made him feel a little uneasy. Everything was too smooth for him. It was as if Lynch was his long lost father and specially sent him a lot of wealth.
But he knew it could not be true. There must be some unknown secrets in it.
He firmly believes that the ultimate goal of all actions is to benefit himself. No one will be stupid enough to selflessly dedicate himself. Even if there is, such a person will not become a successful businessman or capitalist.
But he can't find any flaws. The only risk in Lynch's contract with him and others is that gavra will allow him to cash his bonds before June, so Lynch doesn't need to pay any interest.
But he can't take away the money lent to him by Mr. Herbers. He borrowed the money, not changed it. On the day when the contract ends, he must return the money to everyone, otherwise they can not only take the bonds, but also sue him.
Lynch is too risky, but what about his profits?
It's almost invisible. It's very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers can't find it for a while.
The sudden upset made his expression not as relaxed as yesterday. Finally, he convinced himself that there should be no problems beyond his plan.
After all, gavra's chancellor of the Exchequer had been "persuaded" by him, and he also persuaded gavra's emperor through the mouth of the chancellor of the exchequer.
The emperor of a country supports this view, so even if others want to do something to change this outcome, it should not be so easy?
He thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe everything was just his nervousness?
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"Gentlemen, we will be written into textbooks, and we will become the people that every banker and businessman must understand in the future!"
Mr. Herbert, who sat on the throne, had lost his royal prince's demeanor and elegant demeanor. He was just a drunk.
Alcohol makes his brain a little out of control, but he doesn't care if he will be a little ridiculous from the perspective of others. Others are more ridiculous than him. All he wants is to indulge for a while.
After making so much money, if it can't make him happy, what about being written in history books and textbooks?
Obviously, he felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited. "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people evaluate us in the future?"
"A good banker? Or a successful banker?"
Driven by him, the atmosphere in the room has become an unprecedented frenzy. People are watching him. He can be written into history books and textbooks, and his positive imagination is written. That is definitely a realm that capitalists are also pursuing.
People cannot live forever, but a spirit, a theory and some brilliant deeds can help a person live forever. Capitalists also want "eternal life", which is what every intelligent creature is pursuing.
"Lynch will set off our greatness like a clown under us. Gentlemen, please fill this cup (please let us drink this cup of wine happily) so that we can leave a name in history!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Already crazy people hold up their wine glasses and swallow alcoholic drinks. Some people drink and vomit. Some people fall back to their chairs after drinking, but they soon start to go crazy again.
Hundreds of millions of profits, this may be the most shining time of their life. Even after the end of this business, some of them can retire directly!
Not all the money in the hands of many bankers is their own money, or most bankers are "poor", and only a few of their wealth are theirs.
For example, Mr. Herbert, he is the richest here, but about 50% of the money in his hand belongs to the king who wears cheap coarse cloth and lives a poor life like a lower class all day!
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 persuaded the chancellor of the exchequer of gavra to stand on their side in this matter. The emperor of gavra agreed with this statement, and they would win.
With the capital of others, they have realized the appreciation of their wealth several times or even dozens of times, and they can retire directly.
This money is so much that everyone is excited and happy at this time!
Those gentlemen who vomited almost took out several ten dollar bills from their pockets and threw them on their vomit. Presumably, the cleaners will not curse them for spitting everywhere, but also thank them for their generosity. This is the value of money and the joy it brings.
The carnival continued. Here, a group of people were drunk, but they didn't stop. These bankers with an average age of more than 45 wanted to continue the carnival.
They found a very famous nightclub, got into it and called all the girls to drink with them.
This is a happy thing. They should not only be happy, but others should also be happy.
Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but soon disappeared under the hint of "all expenses in this field are paid by Mr. Herbers". Some even asked the waiter to send their respects - if they were lucky, they wanted to have a drink with Mr. Herbers.
In short, the night's countless swings ended madly, and the next day people began to pay for the madness of the previous night. Herbert struggled out of his limbs with a bitter smile. He was sore all over. His age made him unable to take the initiative to fight like a young man. Most of the time, he just lay quietly, but last night, It's like he went back to the summer when he was twenty
Now, he began to regret.
"You shouldn't drink!" he complained and shouted twice, and his housekeeper immediately came in.
Seeing a smile on the housekeeper's face, Herbert complained, "you should stop me..." he didn't go on, because he knew that it was useless for anyone to come at that time. "Well, laugh if you want to laugh. Hell, help me up. My back hurts badly!"
With the help of observation, Mr. Herbers stood up. He changed his clothes again and breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a headache."
When he went out, he said that the harm of alcoholic drinks to the brain has not been discovered, but people will soon know.
As soon as they went out, two young people in clothes and shoes stood up. They were the "agents" of those girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Herbers and his friends yesterday, so they were extra respectful and bowed their heads to greet Mr. Herbers.
"Don't worry, I'm an unreasonable bastard. I look terrible, but I'm an honest man!" he took out his checkbook, wrote a group of numbers and his name on it, and handed it over.
Under the eyes of two young people, Mr. Herbers quickly left here.
"What are my plans for today?", Mr. Herbert, sitting in the back seat of the car, looked out of the window at the street view and felt the strength of the country.
"You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, about 40 minutes to an hour, and then an afternoon tea salon, which will end from 4:30 to 5 o'clock, no later than 5 o'clock. Then you will have a rest time, and you will have dinner with the chancellor of the Exchequer in the evening..."
The housekeeper arranged the whole day's itinerary clearly. According to the past practice, Mr. Herbers will comment or modify the schedule at this time. In short, he will voice his ideas and attitude towards the next day's itinerary.
This habit has lasted for decades and is not easy to change, but Mr. Herbers didn't say anything today, which made the housekeeper look back curiously.
Mr. Herbert's hands held the head of the civilized staff. It was a pure gold lion's head the size of a child's fist. There were no other precious stones, but simple pure gold.
Each country has its own style. In the Federation, Mr. Herbert's civilized staff head was a falcon and attached with some precious stones.
Falcon can more vividly reflect the federal spirit of yearning for freedom and the attitude of adventure. The colorful gemstones won't make the federal people think it's not stable enough. They like that kind of civilized staff.
However, in the monarchy of gavra, 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.
Like this, there are many civilized staff with different styles and applicable to different places.
At this time, his hands folded together and pressed on the head of the civilization staff, but his eyes looked at the street outside the window, as if thinking about something.
The housekeeper dared not disturb, shook the glass between the cab and the rear compartment, and gave Mr. Herbers a quiet environment to the greatest extent.
At this time, Mr. Herbers was thinking about a question - is Lynch a fool?
After crazy venting, some of the backlog of emotions were released. He also began to reflect on this question. Is Lynch a fool.
The federates praised Lynch with various names, and even said that he was the leader of the new generation of federates. In short, he was good at everything.
Young, handsome, handsome, self-restraint, and good friends with people from all walks of life, such a person may be suspected of over packaging, but is he a fool?
Can he not know what he is doing?
If he knows, why did he do it.
This question came to his mind inexplicably, which made him feel a little uneasy. Everything was too smooth for him. It was as if Lynch was his long lost father and specially sent him a lot of wealth.
But he knew it could not be true. There must be some unknown secrets in it.
He firmly believes that the ultimate goal of all actions is to benefit himself. No one will be stupid enough to selflessly dedicate himself. Even if there is, such a person will not become a successful businessman or capitalist.
But he can't find any flaws. The only risk in Lynch's contract with him and others is that gavra will allow him to cash his bonds before June, so Lynch doesn't need to pay any interest.
But he can't take away the money lent to him by Mr. Herbers. He borrowed the money, not changed it. On the day when the contract ends, he must return the money to everyone, otherwise they can not only take the bonds, but also sue him.
Lynch is too risky, but what about his profits?
It's almost invisible. It's very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers can't find it for a while.
The sudden upset made his expression not as relaxed as yesterday. Finally, he convinced himself that there should be no problems beyond his plan.
After all, gavra's chancellor of the Exchequer had been "persuaded" by him, and he also persuaded gavra's emperor through the mouth of the chancellor of the exchequer.
The emperor of a country supports this view, so even if others want to do something to change this outcome, it should not be so easy?
He thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe everything was just his nervousness?
"Gentlemen, we will be written into textbooks, and we will become the people that every banker and businessman must understand in the future!"Mr. Herbert, who sat on the throne, had lost his royal prince's demeanor and elegant demeanor. He was just a drunk.Alcohol makes his brain a little out of control, but he doesn't care if he will be a little ridiculous from the perspective of others. Others are more ridiculous than him. All he wants is to indulge for a while.After making so much money, if it can't make him happy, what about being written in history books and textbooks?Obviously, he felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited. "Think about it, gentlemen, how will people evaluate us in the future?""A good banker? Or a successful banker?"Driven by him, the atmosphere in the room has become an unprecedented frenzy. People are watching him. He can be written into history books and textbooks, and his positive imagination is written. That is definitely a realm that capitalists are also pursuing.People cannot live forever, but a spirit, a theory and some brilliant deeds can help a person live forever. Capitalists also want "eternal life", which is what every intelligent creature is pursuing."Lynch will set off our greatness like a clown under us. Gentlemen, please fill this cup please let us drink this cup of wine happily so that we can leave a name in history!""Cheers!""Cheers!"Already crazy people hold up their wine glasses and swallow alcoholic drinks. Some people drink and vomit. Some people fall back to their chairs after drinking, but they soon start to go crazy again.Hundreds of millions of profits, this may be the most shining time of their life. Even after the end of this business, some of them can retire directly!Not all the money in the hands of many bankers is their own money, or most bankers are "poor", and only a few of their wealth are theirs.For example, Mr. Herbert, he is the richest here, but about 50% of the money in his hand belongs to the king who wears cheap coarse cloth and lives a poor life like a lower class all day!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 persuaded the chancellor of the exchequer of gavra to stand on their side in this matter. The emperor of gavra agreed with this statement, and they would win.With the capital of others, they have realized the appreciation of their wealth several times or even dozens of times, and they can retire directly.This money is so much that everyone is excited and happy at this time!Those gentlemen who vomited almost took out several ten dollar bills from their pockets and threw them on their vomit. Presumably, the cleaners will not curse them for spitting everywhere, but also thank them for their generosity. This is the value of money and the joy it brings.The carnival continued. Here, a group of people were drunk, but they didn't stop. These bankers with an average age of more than 45 wanted to continue the carnival.They found a very famous nightclub, got into it and called all the girls to drink with them.This is a happy thing. They should not only be happy, but others should also be happy.Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but soon disappeared under the hint of "all expenses in this field are paid by Mr. Herbers". Some even asked the waiter to send their respects - if they were lucky, they wanted to have a drink with Mr. Herbers.In short, the night's countless swings ended madly, and the next day people began to pay for the madness of the previous night. Herbert struggled out of his limbs with a bitter smile. He was sore all over. His age made him unable to take the initiative to fight like a young man. Most of the time, he just lay quietly, but last night, It's like he went back to the summer when he was twentyNow, he began to regret."You shouldn't drink!" he complained and shouted twice, and his housekeeper immediately came in.Seeing a smile on the housekeeper's face, Herbert complained, "you should stop me..." he didn't go on, because he knew that it was useless for anyone to come at that time. "Well, laugh if you want to laugh. Hell, help me up. My back hurts badly!"With the help of observation, Mr. Herbers stood up. He changed his clothes again and breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a headache."When he went out, he said that the harm of alcoholic drinks to the brain has not been discovered, but people will soon know.As soon as they went out, two young people in clothes and shoes stood up. They were the "agents" of those girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Herbers and his friends yesterday, so they were extra respectful and bowed their heads to greet Mr. Herbers."Don't worry, I'm an unreasonable bastard. I look terrible, but I'm an honest man!" he took out his checkbook, wrote a group of numbers and his name on it, and handed it over.Under the eyes of two young people, Mr. Herbers quickly left here."What are my plans for today?", Mr. Herbert, sitting in the back seat of the car, looked out of the window at the street view and felt the strength of the country."You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, about 40 minutes to an hour, and then an afternoon tea salon, which will end from 4:30 to 5 o'clock, no later than 5 o'clock. Then you will have a rest time, and you will have dinner with the chancellor of the Exchequer in the evening..."The housekeeper arranged the whole day's itinerary clearly. According to the past practice, Mr. Herbers will comment or modify the schedule at this time. In short, he will voice his ideas and attitude towards the next day's itinerary.This habit has lasted for decades and is not easy to change, but Mr. Herbers didn't say anything today, which made the housekeeper look back curiously.Mr. Herbert's hands held the head of the civilized staff. It was a pure gold lion's head the size of a child's fist. There were no other precious stones, but simple pure gold.Each country has its own style. In the Federation, Mr. Herbert's civilized staff head was a falcon and attached with some precious stones.Falcon can more vividly reflect the federal spirit of yearning for freedom and the attitude of adventure. The colorful gemstones won't make the federal people think it's not stable enough. They like that kind of civilized staff.However, in the monarchy of gavra, 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.Like this, there are many civilized staff with different styles and applicable to different places.At this time, his hands folded together and pressed on the head of the civilization staff, but his eyes looked at the street outside the window, as if thinking about something.The housekeeper dared not disturb, shook the glass between the cab and the rear compartment, and gave Mr. Herbers a quiet environment to the greatest extent.At this time, Mr. Herbers was thinking about a question - is Lynch a fool?After crazy venting, some of the backlog of emotions were released. He also began to reflect on this question. Is Lynch a fool.The federates praised Lynch with various names, and even said that he was the leader of the new generation of federates. In short, he was good at everything.Young, handsome, handsome, self-restraint, and good friends with people from all walks of life, such a person may be suspected of over packaging, but is he a fool?Can he not know what he is doing?If he knows, why did he do it.This question came to his mind inexplicably, which made him feel a little uneasy. Everything was too smooth for him. It was as if Lynch was his long lost father and specially sent him a lot of wealth.But he knew it could not be true. There must be some unknown secrets in it.He firmly believes that the ultimate goal of all actions is to benefit himself. No one will be stupid enough to selflessly dedicate himself. Even if there is, such a person will not become a successful businessman or capitalist.But he can't find any flaws. The only risk in Lynch's contract with him and others is that gavra will allow him to cash his bonds before June, so Lynch doesn't need to pay any interest.But he can't take away the money lent to him by Mr. Herbers. He borrowed the money, not changed it. On the day when the contract ends, he must return the money to everyone, otherwise they can not only take the bonds, but also sue him.Lynch is too risky, but what about his profits?It's almost invisible. It's very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers can't find it for a while.The sudden upset made his expression not as relaxed as yesterday. Finally, he convinced himself that there should be no problems beyond his plan.After all, gavra's chancellor of the Exchequer had been "persuaded" by him, and he also persuaded gavra's emperor through the mouth of the chancellor of the exchequer.The emperor of a country supports this view, so even if others want to do something to change this outcome, it should not be so easy?He thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe everything was just his nervousness?
