1487 About How I Helped the Enemy Frame Myself

The general manager has been at home these days and has not gone to work.

The president was assassinated, which frightened him very much. He believed that this must be a conspiracy of the federal people, but he didn't know who he should tell, and he didn't dare to tell anyone.

He was always in a state of panic. Whenever a truck passed by his door, the heavy tire noise would trigger him like a conditioned reflex.

He jumped up, ran to the window, and looked outside through the thick curtains. He couldn't breathe a sigh of relief until he couldn't see anything.

Just today, he just learned from his confidants at the bank that President Lemar had set up an investigation team, including some federal experts, to thoroughly investigate the Yares issuance case.

At the same time, a comprehensive investigation of Lemar National Bank was required, which made the president realize that the worst case scenario had occurred.

Since the additional printing of this banknote was done through a special channel, that is, without more detailed and public review and approval, it was indeed wrong.

As Lynch said, it has not been recognized, and strictly speaking this money does not exist in the sequence of Lemar Republic being circulated.

But if it circulates, then it is a counterfeit currency!

A batch of genuine coins that are considered counterfeit is a crime!

But the situation at that time did not allow them to go through normal channels. Lynch's investment was imminent. If the cash could not be obtained and the investment could not be implemented, the anxiety caused by the domestic unemployment rate would not be alleviated.

The general manager pulled his hair. He hated it very much and hated the person behind all this.

There is no doubt that it is a federal man, it is Lynch!

They were the ones who concocted all this, and now they are targeting themselves from the position of "justice"!

These people... are so abominable!

There was some sadness on the president's face, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The banging on the door caused the President's heart rhythm to become abnormal. It beat less accurately and became somewhat disordered.

His wife stood in the corner of the living room, looking at him with some worry and fear.

After the couple looked at each other for a moment, the president sighed.

He took out a small comb from his pocket, straightened his hair and clothes, then stood up and opened the door.

Two local Lemar police officers stood outside the door, and behind them were three men in formal suits and sunglasses.

Although this was the first time for the president to see these three people and the way they dressed, he still had a vague feeling that these people should be serving the federal government.

Could they be people like secret police, agents, or agents?

He didn't know. Anyway, he had this idea. If he had been to the Federation and had enough understanding of the Federation's culture, then he would definitely be able to guess that these three people must be agents of some investigation agency.

"...Sir, we have set up an investigation team under the special order of the President to investigate some crimes and negligence in the National Bank. These require your cooperation."

The policeman curled his lips. He didn't like the style and attitude of these federal people. He acted as if he was more noble than anyone else.

Who the fuck isn’t a worker for the country?

But who makes the Federals nobler than the Lemars?

The president's Adam's apple slid up and down. He was a little nervous and his mouth was dry. He turned sideways and pointed toward the house, "I have to pack some things..."

In his opinion, this cooperation might take a long time, and he had to bring some changes of clothes.

However, it seems that the federal investigation team does not intend to let him do this.

One of them smiled and shook his head, "No need, sir, our people will help you pack the things you need, you just need to give us a list."

"Now, we need to go to the office and get to work."

"We can afford to wait, but Ares can't wait anymore!"

Listen, what a sense of responsibility!

If these words come from the mouth of a Lemar person, the president will feel happy, but if they come from the mouth of a federal person, it will only make people feel scared.

After a few seconds of silence, he forced out a dry smile and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll go drive..."

"No, take our car!"

The president looked at the dark car behind them and made another request, "I have something to explain to my wife. Can you give us some time?"

Of course, if possible, he hoped to explain something where these people could not see or hear.

Only this time, he also couldn't get what he wanted.

The federal agent continued to hint to him in an almost straightforward manner, "If you don't want your wife to get into trouble, the best way is to leave us immediately."

"If you keep your thoughts, we won't force you. The choice is yours."

"Leaving?"

"Or should we wait for you for a while?"

This was actually no longer a mere hint, but more like a threat. The president sighed and followed them into the dark car.

The car soon arrived at the headquarters of Lemar National Bank, which surprised him a little. He thought he would be sent to the police station or prison, but he didn't expect that he would be able to come back.

Under the escort of the agents, he was sent to his office. As soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw Lynch sitting in his seat.

Lynch was looking through documents that could only be viewed by the general manager after obtaining authorization, and these authorizations were given to him by the president.

In Lynch's words, "Isn't it a bit redundant to ask if you can stop when you have already taken off your pants?" Once you have decided to cooperate, don't hold back.

Otherwise, not only will the people of Lemar think you are a traitor, but we will also get tired of you and wonder when to replace you!

In one sentence, the president was made obedient and authorized.

These important information were immediately placed in front of Lin Qi, and he could look through them at will.

The general manager was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the detective beside him, who explained, "Mr. Lynch is the deputy leader of the negotiation team and also our security consultant. The next work will be done by Lynch." Sir is responsible..."

After saying that, they left, leaving only Lynch and the president in the room.

The president said with a wry smile, "I thought you were just a businessman and a capitalist."

Lynch put the documents in his hands back on the table and spread his hands. "They don't want me to take it easy." He paused and said, "Please sit down. Do you want something?"

The president asked for a drink, and a few minutes later, his secretary came in with a tray, slightly frightened.

Fine wine from the Pengeo Empire, and two wine glasses.

In fact, in terms of alcoholic beverages, Pengeo Empire’s drinks are of better quality.

The brewing process, formula, as well as the special geographical environment and water quality can all affect the quality of the wine.

Especially in the category of drinks brewed with dragon blood wood, it is the best.

The bright red liquid was like blood, but not thick, and it was dispersed in two cups.

Lynch clinked the wine glasses with him and each took a small sip. It was a great experience, especially the special taste brought by the dragon blood tree.

It is strong but not burning. It can make people feel thick without being bitter.

"Good wine!" Lynch commented, looked at the glass, and put it down.

At this point, the president has generally made some guesses about some of the problems he will encounter next.

He looked at Lynch, who looked at the documents in front of him and said with a smile, "I am learning about the operation of this bank. It is a little healthier than I thought. At least there are not so many things that cannot be filled in." The hole."

"I have to say that you do a good job at your job in the bank, much better than some people I have met."

The president is a little proud, just a little bit.

It is indeed a very happy thing to be praised by an "enemy", and a very terrible and excellent enemy.

Only recognition from the enemy is the most sincere.

He lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you."

Lynch kept his smile, "But this is a trouble for me. There are not so many holes. If I want to acquire the National Bank, it will cost more money. But fortunately, we have some problems." Some tacit understanding.”

Lynch pulled out the latest document, ignoring the president's mouth wide open in shock and unable to think, "We need to make some small changes in some numbers so that I can spend less money. Take this bank.”

"Maybe we can continue to cooperate." After he finished speaking, he looked at the president with a smile.

The weather was good today. The sun shone in from the large window on the side, and the mottled colors projected from the slightly painted upper window glass fell on Lynch's body, as if he was covered with a fantasy coat.

The warm sunlight lay flat on his face, and his skin was dazzlingly white under the sunlight, and he was so handsome that it was impossible to look directly at him.

Anyone who sees him at this time will only have countless praises left in his mind!

Gentleman, elegant and extraordinary!

He was just sitting there, smiling, without any need for too many words. People could feel the vitality and heavy power coming from him!

The president's breathing became rapid, and he tore off his collar regardless of his grace, which made him look a little embarrassed, at least compared to Lynch.

He looked at Lynch intently and pursed his lips, "You... want to acquire the National Bank?"

To the president, this is not something simple at all, or something that one person can do!

The total market value of Lemar National Bank last year was approximately more than 70 billion ares. At the exchange rate at that time, it was approximately 1.8 billion federal soles.

Many of them are actually foreign capital. Now that the foreign capital has fled, the remaining assets have been cut in half, but this is not enough!

Even if it is still worth hundreds of millions if it is cut in half, Lynch does not intend to spend so much money, so the only way is to make it even more "ragged". Only in this way can the most things be done with the least money.