0768 Chat Alone[12/15]
The results of the discussion at the temporary cabinet meeting were very positive. The President finally agreed to Mr. Trueman's request and entrusted the entire matter to Mr. Trueman.
This is where Gefra is inferior to the Federation. The Federation, a new country, may indeed lack some profound foundation.
But here there is no dullness that only exists in countries with long histories. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, everyone seems to be full of energy.
Just like young people in their teens and twenties, just a picture or an idea flashes through their minds, and they can immediately become like a male dog in heat and beat around.
If this kind of vitality is everywhere, the country will have a future.
This is not like Gaevra, it is like an old man in his sixties. Not to mention what he remembered, he wants to be brothers with all the opposite sex!
One is full of vitality, and the other is only full of twilight.
Soon, the two sides hit it off, as if... they touched... and... immediately...
Emperor Gefra announced the news immediately in order to stabilize the domestic economic order. At this time, the finance minister publicly stated that he would resign and accept the punishment.
The news came very quickly, so fast that many people seemed not to wake up.
Gefra is a monarchical country in which the emperor enjoys the nominal supreme power of rule. The appointment and removal of ministers and officials are not elected through elections.
Who can be a minister is decided by the emperor.
Of course, the opinions of the nobles are also important. If the emperor does not want to be unhappy with most of the nobles, sometimes he also needs to respect the ideas of the nobles.
sometimes.
This also means that if the emperor favors a certain minister, then during the emperor's reign, without the influence of external forces, the selection of ministers will hardly change much.
It may take more than ten years or even twenty or thirty years for things to change or even remain unchanged for a lifetime. In the history of Gaevra, there will always be some people who work for a lifetime.
It rarely happens that the Chancellor of the Exchequer takes the blame and resigns this time. People originally did not think that the matter was so serious. At most, the Chancellor of the Exchequer would stand up and apologize and that would be the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, the Chancellor of the Exchequer actually...resigned.
The surprise brought by this huge gap made some people climax in an instant. This was a victory of public opinion, a victory between the people's independent rights and imperial power.
A small step today is a big step in the future!
The departure of the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the federal government's financial intervention soon stabilized the market significantly.
In fact, this has something to do with the secret police's public arrests of those opportunists. During this period of time, people lived an extremely wonderful life, and some of the rich, rich, and big shots in people's minds fell one after another.
The reason is not that they are so rich and confiscating their property can help get rid of the current lack of money, but that these people use this opportunity to make a fortune from the national crisis.
Some of them are also the main force in short-selling. While they are following nobles like Lynch in short-selling, they are spreading various rumors to confuse the public and interfere with market behavior. Now they have to pay a heavy price for what they have done.
"Order in the bank is being restored." Lynch looked at the bank on the street through the window from an upstairs not far from the Royal Exchange.
At this time, there were not so many people queuing up outside the bank door. There were only less than ten people. There were also some very special policemen patrolling around. A middle-aged man waiting to withdraw money could not bear the tremendous pressure. , silently left the queue to withdraw money.
There is one difference between those police officers and ordinary police officers. The color of their wide-brimmed hats is blue, while the color of ordinary police wide-brimmed hats is black and gray, while the wide-brimmed hats of armed police officers are dark cyan. The different colors represent their different identities. .
Lynch, a foreigner, didn't know much about these things, but the locals were all familiar with them.
"They are scared." The little earl looked out the window with a kind of indifference that should not appear at his age.
That kind of look... How should I put it? It's like looking at a small animal that can't cause any harm to you. It's not like you like it, and it definitely doesn't have any respect.
But when he looked at Lynch, his eyes were full of unabashed admiration, "Those policemen, they are the secret police of the Seventh Police Department. People are afraid of these people."
He and Lynch talked about the characteristics of these police officers and the big things they may or may not have done in the past, and Lynch understood a little bit.
An unreasonable and violent organization really makes ordinary people who have no ability to resist risks helpless, and will also be afraid of it.
"Mr. Lynch, what are we going to do next?" The little earl looked at Lynch with sparkling eyes.
Lynch withdrew his eyes from the outside world, walked to the chair and sat down, "You don't have to do anything, just wait and count the money after it's over."
This was the little count's own house. No one else was invited, and they were the only ones in the room.
Nobles indeed like to live in their large and luxurious houses, but the older generation of nobles cannot represent the entire aristocratic group.
Young nobles like the little earl are no longer so rigid when they come into contact with more avant-garde things. At least the little earl rarely wears flower collars and wigs, while those old nobles must wear them as long as they have the opportunity. Wigs and floral collars.
The little earl walked to the chair next to Lynch and sat down. He picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite. "Mr. Lynch, I am a little worried. Now that the market has stabilized, will the financial index be pushed up by them?" "
Lynch shook his head decisively, "No, you don't need to worry about this."
"Stability only means stability. People have just experienced this bank run. Whether bankers and our ministers, or even His Majesty, are willing to admit it, we have all seen the financial fragility of this country."
He crossed his legs and had an adult and mature look, which made him look pleasing to the eye and very natural.
The little earl tried to secretly learn Lynch's behavior several times, but there was always something wrong with it that made him feel funny, which also made him admire Lynch even more.
Under the gaze of adoration that had made Lynch somewhat numb, Lynch spoke calmly and calmly, "People have personally experienced such a disaster. They cannot withdraw money from the bank. This is a fact. Who knows?" It can’t be covered up.”
"Even now that the Empire and the Federation have reached some cooperation, and the Federation has given us financial assistance, people will still reserve their own views on these policies until the specific content comes to them."
"They won't put their money in the bank. After companies have experienced a financial disaster, their liquidity has almost shrunk a lot."
"They can't borrow money from banks, and they can't get private financing. The round financing case is not over yet."
"Without the flow of funds into the financial market, they cannot bring the current index to stability. They just say that it will not continue to get worse, but it will not get better either..."
The door to the room opened while they were talking, and a lady came in carrying a tray.
Lynch had to stand up. This woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, was the mother of the little earl.
Originally this thing should be done by a servant, but she is doing it herself, which is also sending a message.
"I made it myself. I don't know if you will like it. I heard that the taste of the federal people is very bland." The old countess smiled and put the tray on the coffee table, which contained some small pastries that looked good.
Lynch didn't even believe that these pastries, which seemed to require profound cooking skills, were made by the lady in front of him, but that didn't stop him from taking this statement seriously.
"It smells great!" Lynch looked a little surprised as he picked up a piece and sniffed it. Then he looked at the lady, seemingly asking for her opinion.
The old countess nodded expectantly, and Lynch held a hand to prevent the remains of the food from falling to the ground while taking a small bite of a corner.
It's still cloyingly sweet. The Gefra people always say that the Federation people drink coffee with sugar and milk, but at least the Federation people don't eat this kind of cloyingly sweet pastry.
He showed a proper surprise, "It's great, it's very sweet, I like it very much."
The old countess patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you like it, I've done a lot."
At the end of the topic, she paused for a moment and then said, "What were you talking about just now?"
The little earl rushed to answer, "We were talking about some current political matters..." He shook his head with a smile on his face, "You know, we are nobles, and we are best at this."
The old countess chuckled softly. She stretched out her hand and flicked the dust-free shoulder of the little earl. "You don't need to tell me this. I can understand." She glanced at Lynch and then looked at the little earl, "I remember you. What kind of salon is there in the afternoon?”
The little earl was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot, there is one!"
He said and looked at Lynch expectantly, "There is a salon related to racing in the afternoon, and they are all young people..."
It was like an explanation and an invitation, but unfortunately, Lynch was not interested in this.
Whether it is this world or another world, he is not interested in leaving his life and safety to God. He can bet with others that a certain car can win the championship, but he will never drive it himself. No interest either.
After he made it clear that he would not go, the little earl was a little disappointed, but only for a moment.
"I'll talk to Mr. Lynch alone, and you can go do your thing." The old countess looked at her son, who was silent for two seconds, then nodded and left.
There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere became indescribably awkward.
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