Chapter 258: The Disaster Day of the Iron Wall Bank
The family priest who secretly protected Lin Qi had been exiled to an unknown time and space, but Lin Qi had no idea.
He was just thinking about some of his own problems.
What kind of backing does Professor Kouen have? Lin Qi doesn’t know!
What kind of friends does Professor Kouen have? Lin Qi doesn’t know!
How powerful is Professor Kouen? Lin Qi doesn’t know!
How much influence does Professor Kouen have? Lin Qi still doesn’t know!
But this did not prevent Lin Qi from squatting next to the fountain in the middle of Golden Lily Square early the next morning, squinting at the bustle of Iron Wall Bank.
God knows how many people Coen mobilized, God knows how many relationships he mobilized, God knows how long he has been plotting against Iron Wall Bank. Anyway, Lin Qi would never believe that in just one night, he took Lin Qi to visit more than a dozen banks.
You can do all these things in a circle!
This old fox with a mean awl face, a pair of insidious triangular eyes, and a greed for gold coins that is several times greater than Lin Qi's. He must have been thinking about Iron Wall Bank for many years, but he used
Lin Qi's hand suddenly triggered the incident.
Lin Qi didn't believe that Professor Kouen owed him such a small amount of gold coins! The reason why Lin Qi accompanied Professor Kouen in and out of various banks last night must be because he intended to give Lin Qi some pocket money, and then, there were other things.
Some intentions! But what the specific intentions were, Lin Qi couldn't figure out for a while.
Anyway, Lin Qi was squatting by the fountain, chewing on a piece of black bread with meat, while staring blankly at the long convoy of four-wheeled carriages in front of the iron wall bank. The whole body was pitch black, and the carriages were made of thick steel plates.
A special four-wheeled carriage with no windows and only a narrow door. There are twenty such carriages outside, and they are lined up in front of the iron-walled bank.
An old man whose clothes were conservative, traditional, low-key, but extremely luxurious in both material and tailoring, walked slowly and stiffly into the gate of Iron Wall Bank. Not long after, these carriages drove in from the side door of Iron Wall Bank.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, these carriages drove out surrounded by a large group of guards.
Lin Qi squinted his eyes to listen to the movements of these carriages. They were relatively light when they went in, but when they came out, all the carriages were newly loaded with heavy weights. It was obvious that they were loaded with a lot of goods. They could be transported from the bank with a special four-wheel drive.
What else could the wheeled carriage carry besides gold coins?
The convoy circled the Golden Lily Square and rumbled out along a street. Lin Qi took a look at these large cars. There were no signs on them, but the breeze picked up a corner of the old man's clothes and his belt.
A bronze badge was revealed - it was the badge of a famous noble in the empire. At the beginning of the founding of the Gallic Empire, a wealthy noble had a hereditary dukedom.
Not long after, another carriage arrived in front of the Iron Wall Bank, and another old man whose clothes were extremely low-key and conservative, but whose materials and tailoring techniques were extremely luxurious, slowly walked into the bank door. Then this
A team of horse-drawn carriages pulled heavy items and left Iron Wall Bank, and happily left Golden Lily Square along another street.
Then, another, another, and another!
At least thirty teams of four-wheeled carriages visited Iron Wall Bank before and after, and Lin Qi's mind went numb for a while. He was calculating how much money it would be if all these four-wheeled carriages were loaded with gold coins. Gods above, he did it yesterday
The gold coins spent at night were probably less than one-fifth of the gold coins that these carriages could carry!
As expected, Cohen had a premeditated plan. He must have been preparing to attack Iron Wall Bank for a long time!
And there is no doubt that these carriages belong to the real nobles of the imperial capital. Apart from them, no one can easily withdraw cash from the Iron Wall Bank - especially this outrageous one, which is almost like a slap in the face.
People lined up to withdraw huge sums of cash!
Lin Qi stuffed the last bite of black bread into his mouth, and he was about to go back to class. He wanted to hear Professor Cohen explain to him how he planned the attack on Iron Wall Bank this time, and by the way, he also wanted to get his money back.
A gold coin! Coen swept away so much cash from Iron Wall Bank, Lin Qi couldn't wait to see those cute golden babies!
Wiping the dust off his butt, Lin Qi left Golden Lily Square accompanied by Barr.
Neither he nor Barr noticed that in a high-end restaurant in the corner of Golden Lily Square, there was a stunning girl holding a cute baby in her arms and looking at him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Gerdas smiled softly. Delicately
His little hand was tapping the dining table gently, and he hummed in a low voice: "When my injury is a little better, with the help of the power of the God of Punishment, the sky next to him will be nothing."
Glancing up at Yin, Gerdas's smile became extremely ferocious: "This kid, I will let him spend his life in despair. After all, this is also the wish of my 'father', what do you think?"
Yin gently stroked Gerdas' thick red hair, squinted his eyes and smiled softly.
Just when cash was being withdrawn from Tiebi Bank, a fat man with sweat dripping from his forehead was riding a black horse, driving madly out of the gate of the imperial capital, and running towards a small forest in the suburbs in embarrassment.
go.
Deep in the grove, on the bank of the Lanxin River, in a wooden building surrounded by several ancient large banyan trees, the man, led by several guards, finally met Thuram, who was packing his bags and preparing to leave.
The fat man fell to his knees with a 'pop' and howled at the top of his lungs: "Your Highness, I finally found you!"
Thuram's eyes twitched. This fat man Gregor was one of his confidants. He was the person in charge of managing Iron Wall Bank for him. Every year he could get generous profits from Iron Wall Bank.
Profits, this huge amount of profits, supported Thuram in secretly raising an elite private mercenary army with equipment comparable to the Imperial Forbidden Army!
That mercenary army even controlled a small principality on the Western Continent. Thuram was the supreme emperor of that principality. The small principality named Green Shade was located exactly on the border between the Gallic Empire and the Caesar Empire.
An elite army of 200,000 people can break into the Gallic Empire at any time, and can also threaten the most important grain-producing areas of Caesar's Empire at any time.
Throwing away his luggage, Thuram ordered to set off again after a quarter of an hour. Then he sat back on the throne and looked at Gregor with a frown: "What happened? What made you so panicked? In this place, you
Shouldn’t have come!”
Gregor gasped violently, and tremblingly he named a large number of wealthy nobles in the empire.
Thuram looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong? Although these nobles are ancient and honorable, they are not close to the core of power of the empire. They are just... just decorations of the empire. Although they are the face of the empire,
That's just a face, they don't have any real power in their hands, have they caused us trouble?"
Gregor looked at Thuram tremblingly: "But they, just now, they withdrew 150 million gold coins in cash from our treasury! There are still people coming to withdraw money, and you know
Yes, our Iron Wall Bank usually only has a maximum of 50 million gold coins stored in it. The 300 million gold coins in cash that have just been put into the warehouse in the past two months are, are, are..."
Gregor knelt on the ground, and not only sweat was flowing from his forehead, but also white particles of oil could be seen.
Thuram's heart suddenly twitched, he covered his heart and leaned back heavily.
He knew what was going on, 300 million gold coins. These 300 million gold coins were the deposit that Iron Wall Bank had just kept for a secret transaction between two huge forces. This transaction was not visible to the public, and even if there was a trace of news leaked, it would make everyone involved.
The kind of deal where a certain force becomes his life-and-death enemy.
Not only that, if people on the mainland know that he is a guarantee for this transaction, he is finished, he is definitely finished, even his powerful and domineering father cannot save him, and he will definitely be burned at the stake.
shelf!
The deposit for this transaction has just been sent to him two months ago, but there is still one year and ten months left before the transaction is completed!
"Grego, I don't understand these messy things, tell me what should be done!" Thuram's eyes were on fire.
Gregor looked at Thuram in fear, he muttered in a low voice, and then cautiously put forward his suggestion.
"Although those ancient nobles have no real power now, their influence in the empire is extremely terrifying. If their withdrawal requirements cannot be met - they all gave reasonable reasons for having to use cash. They want to make deals with foreign races.
, but you know, those dwarves, goblins and elves, they don’t trust our golden tickets, they only trust the gold coins!”
"If we cannot meet their demands, and if their deal with the foreign race fails, then your highness will be in big trouble!"
Taking a deep breath, Thuram nodded and said: "Meet their withdrawal requirements! Then what?"
Gregor wiped the oily sweat from his forehead. He knelt down and pressed his forehead tightly to the ground. He didn't dare to look at Thuram, who had countless blood vessels on his face: "Maybe someone is attacking us.
The bank has launched a sniper attack, and you must prepare more gold coins to cope with the run. Forget about the run by ordinary people, we can always find a way...but for the run on the big banks, if we don't have enough gold coins to cope with the run, we will be finished."
"In the past few years, our Iron Wall Bank has issued eight billion gold tickets of various denominations. If only half, no, as long as a quarter of the gold ticket owners asked to exchange them for gold coins, we would be completely finished!
So, you, you need to find strong cash support! Even, in order to prevent the most unpredictable and worst consequences, you need a strong credit guarantee!"
Thuram smashed the armrest of the throne to pieces, and shouted arrogantly: "What if I insist on not redeeming it?"
Gregor raised his head and said something that he instantly regretted: "Then, you are bankrupt! You are finished!"
Then Gregor was kicked by the furious Thuram until he vomited blood and flew up. (To be continued)