Blackstone Code Chapter 1487: About how I helped the enemy frame myself…
The president has been at home for the past few days and has not gone to work.
The assassination of the President made him very terrified. He believed that this must be a conspiracy of the federal people, but he didn't know who to tell, and he didn't dare to tell anyone.
He's always in a state of panic, and every time a truck passes outside his house, the noise of the heavy tires makes him shudder like a reflex.
Jumps up, runs to the window, looks out through the thick curtains, and doesn't breathe a sigh of relief until he can't see anything.
Just today, he just learned from the bank's confidant that President Lemar has set up an investigation team, including some federal experts, who will thoroughly investigate the additional case of Yares.
At the same time, a comprehensive investigation of the National Bank of Lemar was to be conducted, which made the chief executive realize that the worst has come.
Because the additional printing of this banknote was done through a special channel, that is, without a more detailed and open review and approval, it was indeed wrong.
As Lynch said, it was not recognized, and the money was not technically in the sequence that the Lemar Republic was circulating.
But it's in circulation, then it's counterfeit!
A batch of genuine coins identified as counterfeit is a crime!
But the situation at the time did not allow them to take the normal channel. Lynch's investment was imminent. If he could not come up with cash and the investment could not be implemented, the anxiety caused by the domestic unemployment rate could not be relieved.
The president is pulling his hair. He hates it very much, and hates the man behind it all.
There is no doubt that it is the Commonwealth, it is Lynch!
They concocted all of this, and now, they have to stand in the position of "justice" against themselves!
These people... are horrible!
There was some sadness on the president's face, just at this moment, the door was knocked.
The thumping sound of the door thumped the president's heart rhythm. It beat less accurately and became a little chaotic.
His wife stood in the corner of the living room, looking at him with some worry and some fear.
After the couple looked at each other for a moment, the president of the head office sighed.
He took a small comb out of his pocket, tidied up his hair and clothes, then got up to open the door.
Two local police officers from Lemar stood outside the door, and behind them were three men in formal suits and sunglasses.
Although this is the first time the president has seen these three people and the way they dress, he still vaguely feels that these people should be serving the federal government.
They could be someone like the secret police, detectives, or agents?
He doesn't know. Anyway, he will have such an idea. If he has been to the Commonwealth and has enough knowledge of the Commonwealth's culture, then he must be able to guess that these three must be the agents of an investigative agency. .
"...Sir, we have set up an investigation team by 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 federals a little bit, and he acted like he was more noble than anyone else.
Who the **** isn't working for the state?
But who made the Commonwealths more noble than the Lemars?
The president's Adam's apple slid up and down. He was a little nervous and had a dry mouth. He pointed to the house sideways, "I have to pack some things..."
In his opinion, this cooperation may...take a long time, and he has to bring some changes of clothes.
It doesn't look like the federal investigators are going to let him do that.
One of them smiled and shook his head, "No need sir, our people will help you pack what 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 it, Ares can't afford it!"
Listen, what a sense of responsibility!
If these words came from the mouths of the Lemars, the President would be relieved, but if it came from the mouths of the Commonwealths, it would only make people feel scared.
After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed out a dry smile and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll drive..."
"No, take our car!"
The president looked at the dark car behind them and made another request, "I have something to tell my wife, can you give us some time?"
Of course, if possible, he would like to be able to explain something in a place where these people can't see or hear.
Only this time, he also didn't get what he wanted.
The Confederate agent went on to insinuate him in an almost blunt manner, "If you don't want your wife to get into trouble, the best thing you can do is to leave us immediately."
"If you keep your mind, we won't force you, the choice is yours."
"Are you leaving?"
"Or shall we wait for you?"
This is actually more of a threat than a mere suggestion. The president sighed and followed them into the dark car.
The car soon came to the headquarters of the National Bank of Lemar, which surprised him a little. He thought he would be sent to the police station or prison, but he did not expect to come back.
Under the **** of the agents, he was taken to his office, and as soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw Lynch sitting in his seat.
Lynch is looking through materials that can only be read after the president has been authorized, and these authorizations are all given to him by the president.
In Lynch's words, it's "isn't it redundant to ask if you can stop when you take off your pants." Once you've decided to cooperate, don't hold back.
Otherwise not only will the Lemars think you're a traitor, we'll be fed up with you and wondering when to replace you!
In a word, let the president be honest and obedient and give him authorization.
These important materials were immediately placed in front of Lynch, and he could look at them at will.
The president was stunned for a moment, then looked at the detective beside him, and the detective explained, "Mr. Lynch is the deputy leader of the negotiation team and also our security consultant. Mr. Lynch will be in charge of..."
After that, they left, leaving only Lynch and the president in the room.
The president smiled bitterly, "I thought you were just a businessman and a capitalist."
Lynch put the document in his hand back on the table, spread his hands, "They don't want me to take it easy." He paused, "Please sit down, do you want something?"
The president asked for wine, and a few minutes later, his secretary walked in with a tray in a little panic.
Good, spirits from the Pontgio Empire, and two goblets.
In fact, in terms of alcoholic beverages, the wines of the Pontgio Empire are better.
The brewing process, recipe, and special geographical environment and water quality can all affect the quality of wine.
Especially in the category of drinks brewed with dragon's blood, it is the best.
The bright red liquid is like blood, but not thick, it is dispersed in two cups.
Lynch touched him with a glass of wine, and each took a sip. It was a great experience, especially the special taste brought by dragon blood wood.
Intense, but not burning, can make people feel thick and not astringent.
"Good wine!" Lynch commented, looked at the glass, and put it down.
At this point, the general manager has already 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'm learning about the operation of this bank, it's a little healthier than I thought, at least not so much. A hole that cannot be filled.”
"I have to say, you did a good job at your bank job, much better than some of the people I've met."
The president has a little bit of pride, a little bit of that.
To be praised by the "enemy", but also a very terrible and excellent enemy, is indeed a very happy thing.
Only recognition from the enemy is the most sincere.
He lowered his head slightly, "Thank you."
Lynch kept his smile, "But it's a hassle for me, there aren't that many holes, I'd have to spend more money to buy National Bank, but luckily we've got some problems There is some tacit understanding."
Lynch dug out an up-to-date document, ignoring the president's already open-mouthed, unthinking expression in shock, "We need to make some small changes to some numbers so I can spend less money and take this bank."
"Maybe we can continue to cooperate." He looked at the president and smiled.
The weather is good today. The sun shines in from the large window on the side, and the mottled color spots cast by the painted upper window glass fall on Lynch's body, as if covering him with a fantastical layer. coat.
The warm sunlight spreads across his face, and his skin is dazzlingly white in the sun, and is too handsome to look straight at.
Anyone who sees him at this moment can only have countless praises left in their minds!
Gentleman~IndoMTL.com~ Elegant and classy!
He just sits there, smiling, without needing any excessive language, it can make people feel a kind of vitality from him, but also a kind of heavy power!
The president's breathing became rapid, and he ripped open his collar disregarding his demeanor, which made him look a little embarrassed, at least compared to Lynch.
He looked at Lynch intently and pursed his lips, "You... want to buy National Bank?"
This is not an easy task at all, or something that can be done by one person!
The total market value of the National Bank of Lemar last year was about 70 billion ares, or about 1.8 billion federal sols at the exchange rate at that time.
Many of them are actually foreign capital. Now the remaining assets have been cut in half after the foreign capital fled, but this is not enough!
Even if it's worth hundreds of millions, Lynch doesn't plan to spend so much money, so the only way is to make it more "tattered". Only in this way can we spend the least money and do the most things.