His Majesty the Emperor sat high on the steps, and he watched the Prime Minister calmly and said a lot about the subsequent handling of the round financing book.

Facing the demands of investors, he didn't think much about it. Instead, he threw the question directly to the Prime Minister, "What do you think?"

In this regard, other ministers will naturally not be troublesome. In addition, this is the prime minister's desire to obtain financial power. It has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.

For other ministers, they now hold power and there is no possibility of losing power in a short period of time, so there is no need for them to take the initiative to do something stupid.

After being silent for a while, the Prime Minister said, "Your Majesty, it is not shameful to admit that we have made mistakes. We should admit that we have made mistakes in our work that have caused such an inappropriate company as Yuan Capital to be listed."

"During this process, some people have made a disgraceful amount of black-hearted money by relying on certain means. I think they should be allowed to take this money out, compensate others, and give corresponding punitive fines."

"We want these speculators, and even people who have something to do with Yuan Financing, to understand that some money cannot be taken!"

After hearing this, His Majesty thought thoughtfully. Lynch should be the most profitable person in this incident, right?

If you take away the money he earned and punish him with a sum of money, it seems to be a good proposal. Whether it's public or private, it's a great choice. This makes His Majesty the Emperor very excited.

However, he didn't agree to it right away, but pondered for a while, thinking about the details of the matter.

The prime minister has sorted out all the crimes, and there are reasons to confiscate the illegal income, and then add a fine, so as not to cause fear of some businessmen and foreign businessmen.

The emperor nodded, "Implement as soon as possible..."

He wants power, so things that offend people should be done by him. How can there be such a good thing that nothing can be paid, and what benefits can be put in his pocket?

Everything that happened in the ruler’s hall quickly spread out, and the already very lively Privy Council became more lively. Many aristocrats who have not been to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here, and they were as kind as they came every day. Chat with everyone familiarly.

In the past, apart from passing the time when coming to the Privy Council, the only thing you could do was to get sulking.

There are so many nobles, only a handful of people hold power, and the remaining nobles only have a piece of skin. How can one not make people angry?

But this time is different. A new Chancellor of the Exchequer may be born from the Privy Council. Regardless of whether he has the opportunity or not, everyone is trying his best to win as many supporters as possible. In case of luck, good things will fall on them. ?

Moreover, the Privy Council also has the rules of the Privy Council. Those old nobles will definitely choose the people in the Privy Council, and it is very likely that they will choose another representative from the hereditary aristocracy.

Even if you become the lucky one of the tribe, it is a good investment to have a good relationship with the future minister of finance in advance.

Maybe this kind of favor investment can be used anytime, even if it's good to mix with a small official, at least you have the power in your hands.

Even if the Chancellor of the Exchequer is the prime minister in the end, they can still demonstrate their existence and value in this process. This is the motivation of the nobles.

Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.

At this moment, there was a little discussion at the door.

These talking voices are a little different from other talking voices, the pitch is higher, and there seems to be something...strange thing hidden in the tone, not entirely well-meaning.

People looked towards the door, Lynch and his group walked in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall.

"Those Lynch are here..." Everyone was saying that, with some gloat in his tone, and a flash of greed in his eyes.

In just over a month, few of the people in this group made millions, and many made tens of millions. Even those nobles with profound background were somewhat moved.

It is a pity that these little nobles will ultimately benefit, and they can't even keep their own interests. This is also the sadness of the little nobles.

The jealousy after seeing others make money is mixed with some mockery, and what is hidden under the elegant and humble appearance of nobles is not as beautiful as their appearance.

The news that came out of the Hall of Rulers was not only that the Privy Council was discussing the nomination of the Minister of Finance, but also that the Prime Minister planned to use Lynch and other speculators to resolve the marchers.

They have to lose as much money as they make this time, and they have to punitively fined a sum of money.

Let’s not discuss whether Lynch has money or not. In short, he is not from Gefla, and he will leave, and the remaining fines will not even be executed voluntarily.

In this way, His Majesty the Emperor and some people who don't like Lynch can always hang Lynch up high, so that all the people in the empire will have a feeling of disgust towards him.

But those who can’t leave, they may become the first batch of nobles to go bankrupt. They certainly can’t afford to pay huge fines. They can only really sell all their property to pay the compensation, and they may soon have to. Living on the street.

The nobles in the Privy Council are looking forward to seeing bankrupt nobles alive in their lifetimes. Such things are not common.

While people faintly reject this small group, they also make this small group more united.

The little earl was standing behind Lynch, he clenched his fist, then let it go helplessly, he couldn't do anything.

The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by his father's unexpected death was not only the fragmentation of the family, but also the complete rupture of external connections.

These personal connections were not inherited by the little earl, because there was a lack of an inheritor to pass on the relationship.

He didn't like to come to the Privy Council very much. It made him feel unfamiliar. As it is now, the nobles not only didn't let him have any sense of security, but were a little uneasy.

Lynch just right blocked some of the nobles' gazes that seemed to be malicious, and he strode inward, not afraid of the malicious gaze in some people's eyes.

"What's the matter?", he smiled and looked at the nobles around, "I was so surprised to see me that I was speechless?"

Everyone was very lively just now, but since Lynch walked in, everyone closer to him closed their mouths.

This is a very strange phenomenon. It is obvious that these people don't owe Lynch anything, and there is no problem with him, but at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, wants to keep a low profile.

Even if he said something that seemed provocative, people would not be true to him.

"You have something to tell me?", he looked at the nobles around, the nobles still closed their mouths, Lynch smiled, "Since there is nothing to say, then get out of..."

As he said, he walked forward and stepped out, giving the nobles closest to him the illusion of a landslide, as if the whole world began to shake with this step.

The expressions of these nobles changed one after another, becoming gloomy, and they all stepped aside to make way for Lynch.

Lynch headed up and walked toward the middle of the hall, and the little nobles who followed him seemed to have regained their morale because of this brief confrontation.

When they arrived at the place where they stayed most often, the waiter quickly brought drinks and pastries.

"Mr. Lynch..." A noble in his thirties was the first to hold his breath. He whispered, "I heard we might be in trouble!"

There was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his eyes, after all, their opponent was the Prime Minister this time.

The Prime Minister of the Empire, even if he was just a mascot in the past, this position and his family are not decorations, and they can easily make them pay a heavy price.

Not to mention that this matter is still in the Hall of Rulers, a decision made by ministers and His Majesty the Emperor. In addition to the Prime Minister, their opponents are His Majesty and Ministers.

As soon as they thought that they would face such a terrible tumbling next, a layer of sweat appeared on the face of the middle-aged nobleman who spoke.

He condemned the crime while wiping the sweat beads that seemed to be inexhaustible, until in the end, his handkerchief was wet with sweat.

Lynch looked at him, then looked at other people, and shook his head easily, "So what?"

He used his own attitude to appease these people, including what he said, "In my eyes, even the Prime Minister can't make people bow their heads!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed easily and picked up the tea cup on the table, "And, we haven't lost yet!"

"But..." the nobleman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the little earl.

He glared at the nobleman, "Nothing but Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, we didn't lose!"

His worship of Lynch is about to be carved into his bones~lightnovelpub.net~ There is a kind of blind worship complex, even if Lynch says that the emperor will fight against the prime minister and then both die suddenly, he believes this will be true. of.

People are willing to believe that a miracle is not that a miracle is too miraculous, but that it appears too ordinary to make it difficult for people to question.

Who would have thought that in just such a short period of time, they would have completed the accumulation that might take one or two generations or even two or three generations?

Lynch raised his hand and motioned for the little earl to shut up, "When facing foreign enemies, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite together. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy."

"Each of us is important to us as a whole, and no one can be lost."

"As for what you are worried about, you don't actually need to worry about it. As I said, no one will do anything to us."

He was very confident, and his self-confidence also infected other people, and the anxiety of these people gradually calmed down.

Gradually, he didn't care about the discussions of the people around him.