"We can only kill time like this? Mr. Scott." Sir Harrison put the card in his hand on the table, took a few cards from the stack of banknotes at hand, and counted it and put it in the middle of the table.

There are now dozens of pounds of sterling banknotes and some fifty shillings, which is a big bet for a game, but for these participants, it is nothing.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jazz, everything is going according to our plan, there will be no omissions." Scott flipped through his card and drew out a few notes and put them in the middle of the table.

"I'm not following." Dr. Sever closed his card. The highly respected scholar was a famous investment advisor in London.

"I don’t follow. The London Banking Association and the National Savings Council have reached a consensus. They are no longer willing to pay for this stupid war. Now that it is time they have to make a choice, it is clear that these people do not have One is a fool." Lord Cloud dropped the card in his hand. He took the whisky glass in front of him and drank it. Then he took the crystal bottle on the table beside him and filled himself with another glass.

"Listen? What's the sound?" There was a series of thunderous dull sounds overhead, and Dr. Sever swore he felt his seat tremble.

"That's the subway that transports supplies. Rest assured, the Germans won't bomb the city center. Our situation is very safe. Well, open the card, I have three 9-pair k." Mr. Scott opened his own Hole card.

"Okay, you won, really a lucky guy." Sir Harrison turned over his card, he had only two 6s and a pair of j.

"Now the National Bank keeps its own reserves and does not allow anyone to intervene, just like us. They ignored Churchill's orders. The madman thought he was God, and the earth must turn with his baton." Sir Harrison took Start a cigar on hand. Take a hard sip.

"Another one?" Scott asked.

"No, take a break first." Lord Cloud filled another whiskey. Satisfied with a breath.

"If the Germans are not satisfied, no one will be happy, and I remind everyone that this must be kept in mind." Scott organized the penny coins and put them together.

"This city has gathered the essence and wealth of the entire British Empire. How could the Germans be dissatisfied." Dr. Sever picked up his glass of soda and continued with a sip.

"Sir Wood and Dalton discussed this issue with me during the dinner two days ago. They were under a lot of pressure, and if there were any gaps in their plans, no one would let them go."

"Of course no one will let them go. When the Germans don't need to take action, we will end up with these two wastes ourselves. Even things within this scope of authority can't be done, what qualifications do they have to continue to live." Ke Lord Laud put the glass on the table heavily.

"This involves precious metals, foreign currencies, treasury bonds, stocks, overseas investment, real estate, etc. in the national treasury reserves. This is an astronomical figure. The Germans will definitely not kill the UK, they are not idiots, and they will definitely protect them. No one hopes that after spending so much effort on the value of the pound, the end result is a pile of waste paper." Sir Harrison dusted the ash and stuffed his cigar into his mouth.

"We've done our best. The rest is just looking at God's arrangement. Our purpose is only one point, in any case, those lunatics can not transfer the assets of London and want to send our money to the rude American upstarts on the other side. Men. Continue this stupid war? They are just daydreaming." Scott organized the poker and put it back in the card box on the table.

"How long will it take us to persist." Lord Cloud asked.

"According to my estimate, the maximum is forty-eight hours." Skoe characteristically raised a cigarette in his mouth, raised his arms and stretched his waist.

"Your Excellency, all of you are here according to your request." First Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Richard Cliffs put his briefcase on the sofa in the living room.

"Sit free, Richard, wait for me to finish this." Foreign Secretary Lord Halifax Edward Wood is writing a report in a report after writing at the desk.

"How is it going outside?" Lord Halifax asked casually.

"The situation is terrible, there are too many rumors on the market. People are a little bit at a loss." Cliffs replied respectfully.

"The Army Chief of Staff proposed full military control. Where did he gather so many troops? The Minister of the Interior also proposed that the government withdraw to Birmingham. But he was worried about being intercepted by the German Air Force on the way." Edward Wood at the end of the report Duan signed the name and read through it. When I felt that there were no mistakes, I folded the document and put it in a neat envelope.

"Actually, most people in the cabinet are well aware that this war is over." Wood opened the drawer on the side of the desk and took a wooden box out of it.

"Eight months ago, they were still confident that the British Empire would definitely win this war, just like the last time, and let the Germans regret their stupid decision for life." The Foreign Secretary opened the wooden box and took it out of it. Half of the candle, he took a box of matches from the table and lit the black wick.

"I always believed that Chamberlain's judgment was correct. Unfortunately, no one believed at that time. The people in the parliament were like magic, and they clamored for war ardently. They believed that the British Empire would be able to teach the arrogant German again." Wood took a silver spoon from the wooden box, added a few cut lacquer grains to it, and then took the spoon and heated it on the candlelight.

"They drove Chamberlain out of office and put the madman in the position of prime minister. At that time, we were still able to go back and engage in diplomatic mediation with the Germans. After all, it was not a British war from beginning to end." Red The lacquer of the paint has melted, glittering like a gem under the light.

"At the Battle of Dunkirk, we still had room to maneuver at that time. Hitler threw olive branches at us more than once. But Churchill firmly opposed negotiations with the Germans. He wanted to fight the Germans in the end, resulting in 400,000 Empire soldiers and local fleets. The main force was all ruined there by this bastard.

I must fulfil my responsibilities, which is my mission as the Foreign Secretary of the British Empire. Whether it is law or morality, I must obey the decisions of the wartime cabinet. I cannot oppose Churchill, I only have the power to persuade him. But this man's character is so stubborn that he can't listen to any suggestion that doesn't suit him.

I have tried to resign several times. But every time at the end, I was denied by myself, because I love this country, at this time, I absolutely can not choose to escape. "Wood carefully dropped the melted paint on the hinge of the envelope."

"After Dunkirk's defeat, in fact, we have lost the possibility of victory. At that time there was another opportunity before us, Hitler died suddenly, although I don't know the specific situation, but it must be related to the new head of state. .

at that time. If we express our goodwill to the new head who is still busy with power replacement, then there is a great possibility that he will be willing to sign a truce agreement with the United Kingdom that is satisfactory to both sides, so that the British Empire can withdraw decently from this no-deal. The war of hope. "Wood took out his coat of arms from the wooden box and pressed it firmly against the lacquer that was about to solidify.

"But Churchill also objected. He felt that this would damage his authority and reputation. What did he say at that time? The British Empire would never propose peace to the evil dictator. Ridiculously, he is not a dictator now. , Look at his performance, who would think he is not evil." Wood put the envelope aside and began to pick up the things on the table.

"Now is the time for us to make a decision. We must save this country, not from the Germans, but from the madman Churchill. Save our British empire. This man is completely mad, he is destroying us Once vowed to defend everything.

The British people are tired of the war and everything related to this stupid war. They want to have three meals a day, hard work can get a fair return, they want to be reunited with their families, they want their children not to Even more frightened, they wanted to buy gifts for their wives and daughters, as usual, take their own dogs for a walk in the park, and use broken cookies to feed the swans in Lake St. Yom and the pigeons in Hyde Park will not be arrested by the police. "Wood stood up. He walked to the sofa and sat down."

"The United Kingdom needs peace. Although we have lost many opportunities. But I have never given up our efforts. Now, this is our last chance. We must hold it firmly." Wood opened the briefcase on the sofa, from A few files were extracted and checked.

"All the originals are here. They just took the copies. They also wanted us to hand over the internal files for the past two years. I said I had to ask you before I could reply." Cliffs reverently replied, for this His boss is full of admiration.

"Move all the documents and files to a safe place and declare to the outside that we have all destroyed them ourselves." Wood put the documents back in his briefcase.

"Follow your orders, Your Excellency."

"Must be kept secret, and don’t let anyone know that these documents are here with me. Churchill’s distant relatives have been anxiously corrupted. He will never allow these secret agreements and diplomatic letters to fall into the hands of the Germans. The best gift presented by the German head of state." Closing the file, Wood stood up and walked to the window sill.

The foreign minister forcibly opened the thick velvet curtains. The summer sun shone on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Cliffs, we still have a future. I firmly believe that as long as the sun still rises, the British Empire will not perish." Wood closed his eyes and felt the warm sunlight shining on his face. The Foreign Secretary sucked deeply. In one breath, tears flowed slowly along the cheeks.

On the last day of this year, I beg you to cast your monthly tickets for the final sprint of the year, regardless of the final score, at least we have worked hard. I thank you for your continued support. No matter what the final ranking is, this is by no means an end, but a beginning. In the new year, I will work harder to tell this story.

Finally, I wish you all a happy new year, good luck in 2016, good luck, learning and progress, smooth work, rich income, and happy family. Thank you all for your support of this book, thank you. (To be continued.)