Blackstone Code Chapter 775: It’s gone

His Majesty the Emperor was sitting high on the steps. He watched the Prime Minister calmly and said a lot about the follow-up treatment of the round of financing.

Faced with the demands of shareholders, he did not think much about it, but threw the question directly to the Prime Minister, "What do you think?"

In this regard, other ministers will naturally not be too busy, and this is because the Prime Minister wants to get financial power, which has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.

As for the other ministers, they now hold power, and there is no possibility of losing power in a short time, so there is no need for them to take the initiative to do something stupid.

After being silent for a while, the Prime Minister said, "Your Majesty, it is not shameful to admit mistakes. We should admit that there were mistakes in our work, which led to the listing of an inappropriate company like Yuan Capital."

"In the process, some people have made a disgraceful amount of unscrupulous money by some means. I think they should take this money out, compensate others, and give corresponding punishment. Fine."

"We want to make these speculators, and even people who have some relationship with the round capital, understand that some money cannot be taken!"

After listening to this, His Majesty the Emperor thought, the person who made the most money in this accident should be Lynch, right?

It seems like a good proposal to take away the money he earned and then fine him a sum of money. It is a great choice whether it is public or private, which makes His Majesty the emperor very excited.

However, he did not agree immediately, but pondered for a while, thinking about the details of this matter.

The Prime Minister has sorted out all the crimes and the reasons are there. The illegal income will be confiscated, and then the fine will be added, so as not to cause the fear of some businessmen and foreign businessmen.

The emperor nodded, "As soon as possible..."

He wants power, so he should do things that offend people. How can you not pay anything and put any good in your pocket?

Everything that happened in the ruler's hall soon spread out. The Privy Council, which was already very lively, became more lively. Many nobles who had not come to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here. They seemed to come every day. He chatted with everyone so cordially and familiarly.

Besides passing the time, the only thing I could do when I came to the Privy Council was sulking.

There are so many nobles, only a handful of people hold power, and the rest of the nobles have only one skin left, how can people not be angry?

But this time is different. A new Chancellor of the Exchequer may be born from the Privy Council. Regardless of whether they have the opportunity or not, everyone is trying to win as many supporters as possible. In case of luck, good things will fall on them. Where is it?

Besides, the Privy Council also has the rules of the Privy Council. Those veteran nobles will definitely choose people in the Privy Council, and it is very likely that they will select a representative one from the hereditary nobles.

Even if you're the lucky one in the tribe, it's a good investment to have a good relationship with the future Chancellor of the Exchequer ahead of time.

Maybe when this kind of human investment can be used, even if it is a small official, it is good, at least it has the power.

Even if the Chancellor of the Exchequer is the Prime Minister in the end, they can still demonstrate their existence and value in the process. This is the motivation of the nobles.

Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.

At this time, there was a little discussion at the door.

These comments are a bit different from the others, higher pitched, and there seems to be something...strange, not exactly benign, hidden in the tone.

People looked towards the door, Lynch and his group walked in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall.

"Lynch and those people are here...", people are saying that, with some schadenfreude in their tone, and a flash of greed in their eyes.

In just over a month, some of the group of people have earned several million, while the others have earned tens of millions. Even those nobles with profound backgrounds are somewhat moved.

Unfortunately, in the end, it was these small nobles who benefited. They couldn't even protect their own interests. This is also the sorrow of the small nobles.

That jealousy of seeing someone else making money mixed with a bit of sneering, what hides beneath the elegant and humble exterior of aristocrats isn't quite as pretty as they appear.

The news that came out of the Palace of the Rulers was not only the news that the Privy Council was discussing the nomination of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, but also that the Prime Minister was planning to use Lynch's group and some other speculators to deal with the marchers.

How much money they make this time, they will lose as much money as they will, and they will also be fined a punitive sum of money.

Let's not discuss whether Lynch has money or not. In short, he is not from Gavra. When the time comes, he will pat his **** and leave, and the remaining fines will not even take the initiative to execute——

In this way, His Majesty the Emperor and some people who don't like Lynch can always hang Lynch up high and make all the imperial people feel a sense of disgust towards him.

But those who can't leave, they may become the first group of bankrupt nobles, they must not be able to pay the huge fine, they can only really sell all their family property to pay the compensation, maybe soon They're going to be on the streets.

The nobles in the Privy Council are very much looking forward to seeing live bankrupt nobles in their lifetime. This kind of thing is not common.

While people are discreetly rejecting this small group, it also makes this small group more united.

The little earl was standing behind Lynch. He clenched his fists and let them go helplessly. He couldn't do anything.

The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by the sudden and unexpected death of his father, in addition to the disintegration of the family, is the complete rupture of external connections.

These personal connections were not inherited by the little earl, because there was a lack of an inheritor to pass on the relationship.

He didn't like coming to the Privy Council very much. It made him feel unfamiliar. Just like now, not only did the nobles not give him any sense of security, but he felt a little uneasy.

Lynch blocked the malicious gazes of some nobles just right, and he strode inside, not afraid of the maliciousness in the eyes of some people.

"What's the matter?" He smiled and looked at the nobles around him, "See I'm speechless?"

Everyone was very lively just now, but since Lynch walked in, everyone close to him kept their mouths shut.

This is a very strange phenomenon. Obviously these people don't owe Lynch anything, and there is no problem with him, but at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, wants to keep a low profile.

Even if he says something that seems provocative, people don't take him seriously.

"Have something to say to me?" He looked at the nobles around him. The nobles still kept their mouths shut. Lynch smiled, "Since there is nothing to say, let's get out of the way..."

As he spoke, he walked forward and stepped out one step, giving the nobles closest to him the illusion of a landslide, as if the whole world began to shake with this step.

The expressions of these nobles changed one after another, becoming gloomy, and they all stepped aside to make way for Lynch.

Lynch walked towards the middle of the hall with his head held high, and the little nobles who followed him seemed to have regained their morale because of this brief confrontation.

Once they arrived at their most frequented place, the waiter quickly brought drinks and pastries.

"Mr. Lynch...", a nobleman in his thirties was the first to lose his breath. He whispered, "I heard that we may be in trouble!"

There was a hint of uncontrollable panic in his eyes, after all this time their opponent was the Prime Minister.

Empire Prime Minister, even if he was just a mascot in the past, this position and his family are not decorations, and they can easily make them "little minions" pay a heavy price.

Not to mention that this matter is still in the ruler's hall, a decision made jointly by ministers and His Majesty the Emperor. Their opponents are not only the Prime Minister, but also His Majesty the Emperor and ministers.

A layer of sweat formed on the face of the talking middle-aged noble at the thought that they would face such a terrifying confrontation next.

As he pleads, he wipes away the sweat that seems to last forever, until at the end, his handkerchief is soaked with sweat.

Lynch looked at him, then looked at the others, and shook his head easily, "So what?"

He used his attitude to appease these people, including his words, "In my eyes, even the Prime Minister can't make people bow their heads!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed lightly, and picked up the teacup on the table, "Also, we haven't lost yet!"

"But..." The nobleman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the little earl.

He glared at the nobleman, "Nothing but, Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, we didn't lose!"

His admiration for Lynch is about to be carved into his bones~IndoMTL.com~ There is a kind of blind worship complex, even if Lynch says that tomorrow the emperor will duel with the prime minister, and then both die violently, he believes that this will be real.

People are willing to believe in miracles not because they are too miraculous, but because they appear so ordinary that it is difficult for people to question them.

Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, they would complete the accumulation that may take one or two generations or even two or three generations?

Lynch raised his hand and motioned for the little earl to shut up, "When facing a foreign enemy, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy."

"Each of us is important to us as a whole, and no one can be lost."

"As for your concerns, you don't need to worry, as I said, no one will do anything to us."

He spoke with great certainty, and his self-confidence also infected other people, and these people's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

Gradually don't care about the opinions of the people around you.