"Will something happen if you do this?" A young man leaned on the sofa, looked at the acquaintances in front of him, and asked with some worry.
He is a young director of a large consortium and a rich man with a large amount of money. At a young age, he has become one of the top 30 richest men in the Airanhill Empire, and his worth is still rising as the war continues.
Constantly expanding.
In fact, he now looks down on those old rich men, including Desel, the head of the Longtate family who is known as the second richest man in the Eilanhill Empire.
Originally, he had been trying to enrich the country, but as the funds invested became larger and larger, he himself became more and more nervous.
That's tens of billions of dollars. An investment of this scale entering the market is likely to arouse suspicion from others and could easily lead to investigation.
"What could happen? It's just a routine investigation by people from the so-called Economic Investigation Bureau!" An old man wearing decent clothes laughed loudly, looking nonchalant.
He really doesn't need to care, he has so much money that it can put many people who call themselves rich men to shame, and he monopolizes many projects, owns a huge company, and holds a large amount of imperial bonds.
Recently, he has been exchanging bonds in his hands, and seems to want to convert all the bonds in his hands into cash.
This operation caused Ireland's national gold reserves to drop sharply, and they invested the funds in real estate projects to obtain more profits.
However, it is precisely because of the withdrawal of capital from people like him that many of Ireland's industrial plans have slowed down. The internal economic crisis has begun to reveal itself little by little, and people's living standards have been affected.
"Yes! Yes! What do those people have to be afraid of? Any one of us can bribe him with money." Another middle-aged man holding a cigarette nodded in agreement. He is also quite wealthy.
The tycoon of Ireland Hill.
What he is best at is bribery and wooing. He has close friendship with many officials and uses many behind-the-scenes operations. He has made a fortune by relying on policy loopholes. Not to mention his rising social status, he also has a deep official background.
Some people even privately called him the Little Prime Minister, complimenting him and saying that he was the invisible prime minister who controlled the empire's decision-making. You know, the other person nicknamed the Imperial Prime Minister was Desel of the Longtate family!
"Besides, we make money through legitimate channels and we don't break the law. Why are we afraid of those little guys?" He took a puff of cigarette and showed off proudly.
In fact, bonds issued by freely convertible countries have always been guaranteed. Businessmen occasionally withdraw cash, and most of the bonds have become invisible funds without interest, supporting the rapid development of Ireland.
However, recently, because many businessmen have discovered the rising real estate projects and other profitable service industries, and have seen the slow progress of the war, they have begun to move their own funds and no longer support the empire's external expansion.
More and more people are running out of cash, and most of them have to exchange it for real gold coins. This has indeed caused serious operational problems for the Imperial Bank and the Royal Bank of Ireland.
In fact, these businessmen had the same idea: they tried to get His Majesty the Emperor to get out of the financial industry, hand over the controlling rights of the Imperial Bank and the Royal Bank, and give up control of the financial industry.
According to their plan, when they become insolvent, His Majesty the Emperor will bow to them, eventually sell his shares, and beg them to stop such a run. And after they obtained the controlling stake and the financial control of the empire,
Naturally, it will no longer embarrass its bank.
At that time, they will become the country's finance ministers, control the financial trend, and control the entire financial market. Is there anything that can make money faster than this?
Once they complete their vision, they will be the makers of the rules of the financial game! At that time, they will be the gods of the financial world and the richest group of people in the empire!
Of course, these ideas are all their plans. Whether they will succeed or not depends on their specific operations.
"Even the emperor begged us back then to get the funds to start development! We are all ministers with meritorious service. If he is not happy, what can he do to us?" A fat man sitting in the corner chuckled.
Among them are people from the steel group, some from the ordnance industry group, some who produce cars, some who produce electrical appliances, and some who are big businessmen with a monopoly on agricultural trade, and each of them has a say in the field.
If they do not cooperate, then the production of Eiland Hill will be affected, and even collapse in many aspects.
After all, in order to repay his debts, to maintain the operation of the empire, to allocate more funds, and to gather more power, Chris has been selling companies under his name in the past few years.
Anyway, Chris will create many high-tech companies one by one. High-tech will be the more profitable industry in the future.
However, those ancient, less profitable industries are not unimportant. These factories also support the operation of the entire empire.
They provide important jobs and many basic products, but these industries are no longer completely in the hands of Chris alone.
In fact, this is also an inevitable phenomenon: if all money-making projects in a country are concentrated in the hands of a few people, then the country's economy itself is pathological.
"How about we stop production and go on strike to make our great emperor realize that he should know how to compromise?" the middle-aged man smoking next to the fat man added.
In the eyes of this group of people, such threats are effective and can definitely make anyone bow their heads and achieve their goals.
However, just as he finished speaking, someone suddenly opened the door to the room, and an officer wearing a Guards uniform and leather gloves walked in with a look like "I am a bad guy."
He still has the same familiar attire, the same familiar aura, his face and his clothes. If you put him in the movie, you would know that he is the villain without opening your mouth.
On the chest of the man's Guards uniform is the Imperial Silver Eagle Medal. Among the levels of medals, the Imperial Silver Eagle Medal is already a very high medal. This means that the man in front of him has performed more than one difficult and important mission.
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The male officer in front of him had no expression on his face. He broke into the room with his hands behind his back and answered coldly: "His Majesty the Emperor has no habit of compromising."
"Who are you and why are you here? This is a private residence!" The old rich man stood up and asked with a cane.
The Guards officer looked at the old man, but there was still no expression on his face: "According to the Airanhill Empire War Temporary Security Management Act, the Guards Special Operations Force has the right to investigate anyone and enter any place..."
"Guards?" When the young rich man heard the name, he just wanted to stand up from the sofa, but his legs went weak and he sat back on the sofa.
There are many special operations units under the Guards. For example, Chris's T800 Super God Puppet belongs to the Guards Special Operations Unit in terms of organization.
Of course, the man in front of him wearing a long trench coat and a scar on his face was definitely not part of a combat unit. Following him were soldiers carrying M4 assault rifles. The weapons and equipment of these soldiers were similar to those of the frontline soldiers.
The combat troops are completely different. At first glance, they are elite troops who are directly responsible to His Majesty the Emperor.
As soon as these soldiers came in, they dispersed their formation and pressed against the wall to surround everyone in the room. They were carrying M4 rifles equipped with tactical fishbones and foregrips, and were wearing special equipment that looked nothing like aliens.
Both.
"Then you can't break into private houses! I'm a noble!" The old rich man who owned this luxurious house shouted angrily: "You..."
"Aristocrats will die just like treason. Old man, I don't think you understand the situation yet." The officer with a scar on his face spoke coldly, interrupting the other party.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" The old man shouted out of breath, hoping to summon his bodyguards and servants to increase his strength in numbers.
It's a pity that no one rushed in despite him shouting for a long time. Not only his bodyguards and guards, but also the bodyguards and guards of everyone present showed no intention of coming in.
"Stop shouting, those people are already dead." The scar-faced officer waited for the other party to shout a few times before speaking.
Hearing that the other party had committed a murder, several wealthy men with huge wealth became even more nervous: they were not afraid of the death of a few lackeys, they were more worried about their own lives.
"I'm just a guest!...Don't get me wrong! Don't get me wrong! I'm not familiar with these people." The middle-aged rich man with a cigarette between his fingers explained carefully.
"Don't be nervous." The Guards officer with a scar on his face seemed to be comforting him, but his next words made everyone present change their expressions: "You are all going to die here today anyway."
"Let me get out of here! I'll give you 10 million!" The fat man covered in fat said quickly.
The man holding a cigarette between his fingers shouted directly: "I know Director Wright very well! Let me go! I'll give you 50 million! One hundred million! I promise, I won't tell anyone! I haven't been here today."
here!"
They were already crying when they spoke. After all, being held by a group of soldiers with guns pointed at their chests was not an easy thing to do.
What's more, each of them is a billionaire with endless wealth. It is definitely not an easy thing for them to give up these and die calmly.
"Sir, please speak some truth!" The youngest rich man had already started to cry loudly. He had never seen such a battle before, and he shouted in despair: "You can't kill people casually!" -
Today's update of Long Ling is a bit late, you can watch the remaining chapters tomorrow morning.