Since Zhou Qingfeng founded Merida City as a trading base, all the powerful people in the city have made a fortune. More than 100,000 tons of coal are transported from northern Mexico every month, and these are all purchased by the Aurora Legion.
Fuel is the energy that drives the Legion's industrial system.
The financial industry in the transit port is naturally very developed. There are several banks opened in Merida, and the largest one is naturally opened in the name of His Excellency the Governor. Because it has the largest name, it is naturally the first financial service provider for the rich and powerful in the city.
Now, Governor Alfonso showed off the war bonds and completed the transaction directly from the accounts of the city's powerful people. The twenty or thirty people headed by Mr. Paramount, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, suddenly felt as uncomfortable as their dead parents.
Mr. Paramount walked out of Merida City Hall crying, holding a delicate small box in his hand, which contained stacks of unnamed war bonds.
These bonds are printed very beautifully, with watermarks, metal wires, color-changing inks, and anti-counterfeiting codes. Everything looks very professional, but the words "Special War Bonds" are printed on them, which makes people not like it. Although one
The face value is ten gold coins, but it feels like waste paper.
A total of 50,000 gold coins just flew away, and Mr. Paramount really wanted to cry. He wished he could throw all the bonds in the trash can, but thinking about it, this war might still be winnable..., won.
This bond may not be profitable!
Governor Alfonso issued a total of war bonds with a total face value of five million gold coins. The first batch of these bonds were sold among the dignitaries of Merida in the form of apportionment. However, only a very small number were sold, and the rest were sold.
Under the public sale of the Reserve Bank of Merida by His Excellency the Governor.
It’s just that no one would buy it at this time, and everyone who was apportioned was gnashing their teeth with hatred. Governor Alfonso was no longer a good person who could lead them to make money, but in the blink of an eye he became a big villain who stole money from their pockets.
Mr. Paramount was dejected, holding the small box containing the bonds, and got into his car and slowly returned home. When he was grieving that his property had shrunk significantly, he suddenly heard a mechanical sound in front of him, and the ground shook.
With a slight tremor.
"What's going on?" Mr. Paramount was startled and quickly asked the driver in the front row. This is during the war, and Cancun was destroyed by missiles. Is it Merida's turn now?
But the driver in the front seat also looked ahead in astonishment, turning the steering wheel in his hand, and the car swerved to the side of the road. Mr. Paramount hurriedly jumped out of the car, and looked in surprise at an armored vehicle on the opposite side dozens of meters away.
Troops are moving in.
"Where did the army come from?" Mr. Paramount couldn't remember when there was such an army in the city. One chariot after another kept passing in front of him, the distance was only one or two meters. Close range.
Feeling these behemoths weighing tens of tons, you can understand the power and terror of weapons of war.
This unit started with more than thirty M60A3s, which seemed to be pulled directly from the US military's combat readiness warehouse. I think during the Gulf War, the US Army all drove Abrams, and the 'Fourth Class'
Beat up Saddam with these old 'Pattons'.
I didn't expect these old goods to appear again.
The equipment behind the old Patton was much shabby. Most of them were a large number of French tanks previously equipped by the Mexican Army, such as the AMX series of modified infantry fighting vehicles. But the number of these tanks was huge, hundreds of them.
It is extremely rare to have such a powerful army these days.
Although he still didn't quite understand what was going on, Mr. Paramount suddenly felt that the light and weightless little box in his hand became extremely hot. The war bonds with a face value of 50,000 gold coins inside immediately changed from useless waste paper to something useful.
It’s valuable.
The tank at the front drove by, followed by about a battalion of towed artillery. Behind the artillery were motorized infantry, all riding on trucks. Judging from the appearance of the soldiers, most of them did not look like the Mexican army...
.
Mr. Paramount approached a troop transport truck and chased it for a few steps. He shouted to the soldiers on the truck: "Hey, boys, where are you from?"
"Texas." A soldier holding a gun replied coldly. It seemed that they were not very interested.
"Texas? Are you the troops of the Enclave?" Mr. Paramount was instantly overjoyed. In fact, he had already clearly seen the military uniforms of these soldiers. The alienated stars and stripes pattern on the uniforms already indicated the identity of the troops.
The soldier holding the gun nodded, and the convoy quickly left. Mr. Paramount chased him for two to three hundred meters and asked his own questions. In the end, he was exhausted and panting, but he was also extremely happy.
It seems that the Enclave not only sent its navy and air force to blockade Cuba, but now it has sent troops to directly participate in the war. In this case, the war may really win a great victory!
Considering that the Aurora Legion's wealth in Cuba is definitely more than five million gold coins, what can be divided up by then will far exceed the amount of war bonds.
Hiss..., thinking of this, Mr. Paramount suddenly felt that his head was a little hot. He kept saying to himself, "Calm down, calm down", but he couldn't calm down. In the end, he only recovered by constantly slapping his head.
Normal thinking ability.
"Turn around and go back to City Hall." Mr. Paramount ran back to his car and ordered the driver.
The driver turned around and said, "Sir, we will be home soon."
"Why should we go home at this time? Go to the city hall immediately!" Under Mr. Paramount's angrily urging, the car that had just come out of the city hall immediately drove back.
But when he arrived at the city hall, Mr. Paramount found that no one was here, not even the frontline commander Mr. Giris who was based here. He asked the guard at the door: "Where have everyone gone?"
"Going to the Governor's Palace," the guard said.
"Ah, damn it! I should have thought that I should go to the Governor's Palace at this time." Mr. Paramount regretted deeply and quickly got in the car and rushed to the Governor's Palace.
When Paramount's driver hurriedly drove all the way to the destination, all the city's dignitaries who had just been cursing the Governor as a vampire and a gangster appeared again.
It's just that these scheming guys maintained a high degree of tacit understanding and calmness at this moment. After a few glances at each other, they started chatting about the weather. After a long time, they each tentatively talked about bonds.
Mr. Paramount glanced around the living room, but did not see Governor Alfonso. He walked into the living room of the Governor's Palace in no hurry, pretending to be nothing, and chatting with a group of guests.
"Have you heard? The Reserve Bank of Merida suddenly announced that it has temporarily stopped the sale of war bonds."
"I know that the order is said to have come from Mexico City. President Diego seems to be interested in bringing the power of bond issuance to the central government."
"I also heard that the scale of the bond issuance will be expanded from 5 million to 500 million gold coins. A bond exchange will also be established to provide financial services specifically for this batch of bonds."
Almost in the blink of an eye, all kinds of specious news fell from the sky like snowflakes. Mr. Paramount walked around among the crowd, his face expressionless, but he was thinking over and over again in his heart.
At this time, the old butler Martin walked into the living room and said loudly: "The Governor is going to take a lunch break. You don't see anyone now. You can go back."
Now that the situation has changed drastically, where are people willing to leave at this moment? They quickly smiled charmingly and sent out various replies.
"Your Excellency, Governor, please rest, we can wait."
"The Governor must have a good rest. We all hope he is in good health."
"Butler Martin, this is Harding. Please inform the Governor when he wakes up. His most loyal friend hopes to talk to him."
"Harding, get out of here. You are not a loyal friend of the Governor at all. Butler Martin, I am Paramount, the Governor's loyal dog. Please inform the Governor that I am waiting for his summons."