Blackstone Code Chapter 577: Orgy and upset

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

Mr. Herbs, who was sitting on the throne, no longer had the demeanor of his royal prince, nor his graceful bearing. He was just a drunkard who had drunk too much.

Alcohol makes his brain a little out of control, but he doesn't care if he's a little funny from other people's point of view at this time, other people are more ridiculous than him, all he wants is to have fun for a while.

To make so much money, if that doesn't make him happy, what about being written into history books, textbooks?

He clearly felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited, "Think about it, gentlemen, what will people think of us in the future?"

"A good banker? A successful banker?"

Under his leadership, the atmosphere in the room has become unprecedentedly frenetic, people are watching him, he can be written into history books and textbooks, and positive imagination is written, that is definitely the capitalists too a state of pursuit.

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

"Lynch will be under us, like a clown to bring out our greatness, gentlemen, please fill this glass (please let us drink this glass of wine happily), so that we can be in history Leave your name!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!!"

People who have gone mad hold up their wine glasses and swallow alcoholic beverages. Some people vomit while drinking. Some people fall back to their chairs after drinking, but soon start to go mad again.

Hundreds of millions of profits, this may be the most shining time in their life, and even after closing this business, some of them can retire directly!

The money in the hands of many bankers is not all their own money, or most of the bankers are "poor", and only a few of the wealth in their hands belong to them.

For example, Mr. Herbs, he is the richest here, but about 50% of his money is the one who wears cheap and coarse cloth and lives a shabby life like the following people all day long King's!

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'd persuaded the Chancellor of the Exchequer to be on their side in this matter, and Emperor Gavra agreed , they won.

They use other people's capital to realize the increase of their 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 those cleaners not only wouldn't curse them for throwing up here and there, but also Thanks for their generosity, that's what money is worth and the joy it brings.

The carnival goes on and on, here a bunch of people get drunk, but they don't stop there, these bankers with an average age of over forty-five want to keep going.

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

This is something to be happy about, not just themselves, others should be happy too.

Some people were dissatisfied with these rowdy gentlemen, but soon disappeared under the prompt that "all consumption in this place is paid by Mr. Herbs", and some even let the waiter send their own tribute —If they were lucky, they would like to have a drink with Mr. Herbs.

In short, the countless swaying and madness of the night ended, and the next day people began to pay the price for the madness of the previous night. Herbs smiled wryly and struggled from his limbs, his body was sore, and his age had made him unable to resemble It was a young man who took the initiative to fight. Most of the time, he just lay quietly, but last night, he seemed to return to the summer when he was twenty years old...

Now, he's starting to regret it.

"Shouldn't be drinking!", he complained and shouted twice, and his housekeeper came in immediately.

Seeing a smile that was hard to hide from the butler's face, Herbs complained, "You should stop me...", he said nothing, because he knew who was coming at that time It's no use, "Okay, just laugh if you want, damn, help me up, my back hurts badly!"

Mr. Herbs stood up with the help of the observation. He changed his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a headache."

As he went out, he said that the brain damage caused by alcoholic beverages has not been discovered, but people will know soon.

As soon as they went out, two young men in clothes and shoes stood up. They were the "brokers" of the girls. These people had seen the wealth of Mr. Herbs and his friends yesterday, so it was very special at this time. Respectfully, bowed his head and greeted Mr. Herbs.

"Don't worry I'm an unreasonable bastard, I look bad, but I'm a man of integrity!", he took out his checkbook and wrote a set of numbers and his name on it , and then handed it over.

Under the watch of two young people, Mr. Herbers quickly left here.

"What do I have plans for today?", Mr. Herbers, sitting in the back seat of the car, looked out the window at the street scene and felt the strength of this country.

"You will be interviewed by a financial magazine at two o'clock, about forty minutes to an hour, and then an afternoon tea salon, which will end between four thirty and 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 of the Exchequer..."

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

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

Mr. Herbers holds the head of the Civilization Staff in both hands, which is a pure gold lion head the size of a child's fist. There are no other gems, just pure pure gold.

Each country has its own style. In the Commonwealth, Mr. Hebers's civilization stick head was a kind of eagle falcon, and some gems were attached.

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

But in the monarchy country of Gevra, 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 different styles of civilization rods like this, Mr. Herbers, which are suitable for different places.

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

The butler did not dare to disturb, and shook the glass between the cab and the rear compartment to give Mr. Herbers a quiet environment to the greatest extent possible.

Mr. Herbs is thinking about a question at this time - is Lynch a fool?

After a frantic catharsis, some backlogged emotions were released, and he also began to reflect on this question, whether Lynch was a fool.

The Commonwealth praised Lynch by various names, and even said he was the leader of a new generation of Commonwealths, in short, he was fine.

Young, handsome, handsome, well-mannered, and good friends with people from all walks of life, such a person may be suspected of overpackaging, but is he a fool?

Can he not know what he's doing?

If he knew, why would he do it.

This question came to his mind inexplicably and made him feel a little uneasy. Everything went so smoothly for him, as if Lynch was his long-lost dad~IndoMTL.com~ specially gave him A great fortune came.

But he knows it can't be true, there must be some hidden secrets.

He firmly believes that the ultimate purpose of all actions is to benefit himself. No one is stupid enough to give 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 loopholes. The only risk Lynch had in his contract with him, and the others, was that Gavra would allow him to cash his bond before June, so that Lynch would not have to pay any interest.

But he can't take the money that Mr. Herbs and the others lent him. The money was borrowed by him, not exchanged by him. When the contract expires, he must return the money to everyone. , otherwise they would not only be able to take those bonds but sue him.

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

It's almost invisible, it's very abnormal, there must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers couldn't find it for a while.

The sudden upset made his expression less relaxed than it was yesterday, but he finally convinced himself that there shouldn't be any problems beyond his plans.

After all, Gefra's Chancellor of the Exchequer has been "convinced" by him, and he has also persuaded His Majesty the Emperor of Gavra through the mouth of the Minister of Finance.

The emperor of a country supports this view, so even if others want to do something to change this ending, it shouldn't be that easy, right?

He sighed with relief at the thought, maybe it was all just his jitters?

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