The street frontage of Beiguo Bank is only a few meters long, but when you look up, you can see tens of meters of rugged and sharp cornices, horizontal and vertical covered bridges winding upwards, and across them are the micro-carved Liyue auspicious beast stone statues, and the bright golden light shines from the bank.
The interior is refracted and radiant.
Famas did not continue to ask how the evil eye would be used, but instead spoke from a different angle:
"Is Beiguo Bank so short of money? Even if the price is high, the risks during transportation are not small, right?"
From the stories passed down orally in the Teyvat continent, the Bank of Northland is second only to the Gold House. There are even rumors that the speed at which the Gold House can cast Mora cannot keep up with the speed at which Pantalone makes money.
Sooner or later, the bankers of the Northern Kingdom will usurp all the wealth of the Teyvat continent.
"I thought you were different from other gods...understanding the fear of little people struggling."
Pantalone cut off a small piece of meat and put it into his mouth, with a helpless tone: "The world is composed of pure violence and money. All violent acts are to obtain more benefits. In this case, Northland Bank's attitude toward money
Will pursuit have an end?"
The firelight from the study wall lamp shone on the side of Pantalone's face, making the other side that was not illuminated darker.
"Under the rules set by Morax, this world actually has such a simple way to obtain benefits. I am moved by this from the bottom of my heart."
Pantalone smiled as she cut pieces of meat and slices of bread. After chewing and swallowing the cooked food, it fell into her stomach, giving people an irreplaceable sense of satisfaction.
"Because of simplicity, there are infinite possibilities, and the wealth I can get from it is almost unlimited."
"Whether it's black or white, good or bad, Northland Bank will do whatever it takes to get more wealth."
Pantalone is always the one who expresses his opinions in conversations. The gradually solidified class in Zhi Dong and the ideal of Winter Pole White Star make most people have violence factors in their bones, whether actively or forced, living here
, being assimilated is destined and the luckiest fate. There is no way to pass on the pain and anger, so you can only swing your sword at the weaker ones.
In a sense, this is also the law of the jungle unique to Northland Bank.
"Then it seems that the compensation plan for rebuilding the buildings in Liyue... doesn't require me to help you make suggestions?"
Famas smashed his mouth while eating the sandwich steak.
He was really prepared to give advice on Beiguo Bank's compensation plan, but after accepting Pantalone's continuous output of values, Famas felt that the matter of compensation was still a headache for the big bankers.
"Oh? Please allow me to thank you for your selfless help, but it is not worth your worry."
Pantalone tilted her head and looked at Famas with a half-smile. Her black hair fell a little on her shoulders, and the silver mirror chain flowed with it, occasionally colliding with her hair.
"I think you don't have enough understanding of the financial strength of Beiguo Bank. Even based on the highest land price in Liyue Yujingtai, Beiguo Bank's wealth is enough to buy the entire Liyue Port, including the Golden House Casting where Molla is produced.
workshop……"
"You have also seen the beating heart of gold. Please allow me to boast that there are more molas accumulated in the vault of the Northland Bank headquarters than on the production line of the Gold House where molas are cast."
Pantalone put away her smile, and Famas also raised his head from the meal, wanting to see the other person's arrogance, but found that the other person's eyes were full of madness and joking.
Emperor Yanwang had the world in his heart, so he cut his blood and cut his flesh to create the first mola. From then on, Liyue's trade became prosperous, creating peace for all generations.
If all the molas in the world are the flesh and blood of the Rock King, then Pantalone can use the molas from the Northland Bank to create a new Liyue Rock God.
"Well... then I hope you can really overturn the rules set by Morax."
Famas put the last piece of bread on the plate into his mouth and hummed nonchalantly to express his blessing. Little did he know that what made Pantalone angry was actually the god's condescending attitude.
However, the big bankers at this moment very wisely chose to remain silent.
It wasn't until Famas finished his meal that the butler standing behind Pantalone took half a step forward and saluted the boy with impeccable winter etiquette:
"Sir Famas, the room has been arranged. If you need to rest now, please allow me to lead the way."
Russell could understand Pantalone's face, and he justly proposed to take Famas to rest, which was also one of the purposes of Famas's visit to the Northland Bank again.
He and Morax have had a long-standing grudge, which cannot be ended by a simple war. What makes Zhongli turn away is his guilt for past mistakes and his responsibility as a ruler. Famas knows very well that in the future,
His current power cannot completely destroy Morax, so it is better to use Zhongli's promise at a critical moment.
If he wants to set foot in the sky again, Famas needs to regroup his former followers, or his descendants and new allies.
"Of course, thank you very much."
Famas nodded, turned his head and looked at Pantalone meaningfully, and then followed the butler to the room belonging to the bank's VIPs.
Northland Bank undertakes a wide range of business, so it naturally has rooms for guests to rest temporarily. After guiding Famas to the room, Russell said that he could inform the staff at the corner of the stairs if he had any needs, and then returned to Pantalone.
The master's office clears away the used tableware.
The faint light shone into the study from the northern-style glass window. After Famas left, Pantalone's posture relaxed a lot, and she even leaned on the back of the chair with her legs crossed in a leisurely and elegant manner, holding a hand.
Browse a few sheets of light paper.
After the old butler finished clearing the dishes, Pantalone suddenly said: "Russell, how is your physical condition? Has the newly developed drug improved your symptoms?"
"...Those medicines are very effective, sir. I think I can serve you for a few more years."
Russell's white hair was meticulously combed back, and his thin figure matched the formal butler's uniform. Although his face was covered with fine wrinkles, he still looked energetic and the smile on his face belonged to an older man.
the affinity of the person.
Few people know that this old housekeeper is actually less than fifty years old.
The reason why Russell's appearance aged so quickly was because he was one of the first people to experiment with the Artificial God's Eye. The immature and stable technology caused such consequences. However, Russell, who was a soldier of fools at that time, was not convinced of his choice.
Feel regretful.
If it weren't for his status as an experimental subject, he would never have become Mr. Pantalone's personal butler.
Winter is already an extremely cold country. Some people lie on the street corner in a daze, and they can live longer with mercy. Some people stain their hands with blood in order to survive, just for a cheap bread. Some people live by stealing, but occasionally put themselves in trouble.
The little food was given to the stray cats that were also wandering.
In this floating world, human life is as insignificant as a piece of grass. Without the evil eye, ordinary people will also die. At least the evil eye gives them the opportunity to realize their "wish".
Even if it is not fair to exchange one's lifespan for the power to manipulate elements, there are still countless mortals who are willing to pay everything for it.
"That's good...you should keep an eye on the Eye of God's transportation, in case that guy really does something stupid."
Pantalone threw the paper on the table and gave Russell a few casual instructions.
If Famas was still here, he would definitely feel that the rich man is worthy of being a capitalist in the Winter Country, and the reason for asking about the physical condition of his subordinates is just to judge whether they can continue to work.
Russell nodded to express his understanding and exited the study again.
Famas, who entered the VIP room of Beiguo Bank, also found a letter with a dandelion cluster on the window sill.