"I know you!"
The first sentence from this man, who had been Lynch's rival for a short period of time, gave Lynch an indescribable feeling.
It was not the same feeling that other people gave Lynch when they said "I know you". It was like, "I know what you've done, so I know you."
When the man in front of him said "I know you," he meant it literally. "I know who you are."
It might sound a bit tongue-twisting, but in fact, these two kinds of knowing were completely different. Limited by the way they were expressed, they might not be able to reflect the two feelings, but they were really different.
Lynch looked at the man and pursed his lips. They were currently sitting in a roadside café.
Under the dim and somewhat ambiguous light, they were the only customers at the table. The waiter at the bar was listlessly watching a drama on the TV. Occasionally, he would reveal a dry smile that he might not even notice, but he would quickly retract it. After the smile, there was an unconcealable sadness that could not be concealed.
The pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, so no one noticed the two people sitting opposite each other in the café, let alone the difference between them.
"I don't know you yet, sir."
Lynch said with a playful smile, "You know me, but I don't know you. It's very unfair."
When he said this sentence, it sounded like a naughty child, but also a little naivety. Only children believed that the world was fair, and only children would try their best to pursue fairness in certain things until they grew up and truly understood the world.
Lynch was not pretending to be young, because he was really young. The man sitting opposite him took out an exquisite business card box from his jacket. He took out a metal business card with gilded edges and handed it to Lynch. "Now, it's fair!"
Lynch took the business card and was a little surprised. Metal business cards were rare in this world, especially those with gilded edges. This meant that it was not easy to keep and could not be bent.
There was only one name on the business card, Herbus Cicifengke. There was only one address on the back, but Lynch had never heard of it before.
He flipped through it a few more times before putting it in his card box. His appreciation of art was limited, but he could still see that the style of this business card was not the style of the Bailey Federation.
The style of the Bailey Federation looked either simple or luxurious, but in fact, there was a sense of pettiness in its bones. This might have something to do with its origin.
A group of exiled criminals, a group of destitute nobles, a group of crazy pirates, a group of crazy gold miners. None of these people were cultured, and the country they established naturally did not have any cultural heritage.
The Bailey Federation's culture in its early days was a bit of a mess. Later, several presidents of the Federation Federation forcefully integrated the indigenous culture into the Federation civilization..................... they did not admit that their country only had a history......................................................................
This business card gave off a different feeling. It had roots.
And the surname Qiqifengke should not be the surname of the Federation. At least, Lynch had never heard of such a strange name.
Mr. Herbers naturally talked about something related to Lynch. "You talked about the economic war at the president's celebration party, and then you participated in some radical salons. To be honest, I find it hard to believe that some of those statements came from such a young mind. Mr. Lynch, you are an interesting person. I'm honored to meet you."
At this point, both Herbers and Lynch did not continue immediately. Instead, they paused for a moment. It was a very natural pause. Then Herbers continued, "Some of your views are actually very mainstream. I mean, the mainstream views of the international community."
"Speaking of which, you may still be a little unfamiliar with me. Let me formally introduce myself. Herbers Qiqifengke, a member of the royal family of a small country. You can call me Prince."
"But I prefer you to call me by another title — International Banker!"
Herbers changed the topic and began to introduce his work to Lynch. International bankers were different from national bankers. The business of an international bank had to cover at least two or more countries before it was qualified to be called an international bank. If the word "home" was added, it meant that Mr. Herbers was an important figure in an international bank, such as a director or even a major shareholder of the bank.
The Bailey Federation began to contact the world, and in fact, the world began to contact it. This was a mutual process. Some international banks entered the Bailey Federation one step ahead of others. They began to plan to choose a place and establish a national-level unit, a branch, in the Bailey Federation.
Not everyone believed in the Federation, and not everyone believed in the Federation's banks. And the impact of what they had done before was really … a little too bad.
They kept funds and even fund holders who intended to withdraw their funds and leave the Federation's economic environment in the Federation. They locked people up or expelled them in various ways and took their money for themselves.
This also led to international businessmen not trusting the Federation's banking system. They needed a trustworthy institution to do some things.
This was not a simple matter. It had to take into account many aspects, including politics.
In addition, the filth between international financial institutions and national financial institutions would never be reduced. Therefore, the bank that Herbers worked for sent Herbers to personally preside over the overall situation.
Today's matter was just a coincidence. When he came to York to observe the financial environment, he heard that there was a small internal auction here.
This kind of thing actually existed internationally as well. It was normal for some international economic disputes to involve a third-party financial institution as a middleman. That was why he had come to take a look.
When he saw those things that were so cheap that they were speechless, he chose to make a move. He felt that there was not much of a problem. He only pursued a reasonable profit. And he was sure that even if Lynch bought them at the current price, he would have enough profit margin whether he used them himself or sold them.
Of course, his behavior might be a little excessive, but he was a banker, a group of people who pursued profits more than businessmen. At least businessmen did not buy or sell money. But they did, so it was reasonable for him to make a move.
Lynch shrugged. "But Mr. International Banker, I just lost more than a million because of you!"
Herbers smiled indifferently. "You can look at it another way. You bought my friendship with a million!"
"Listen, many people want to spend more than a million to get to know me, but I won't give them the chance. You actually made a profit!"
This sentence was not too fake. Generally, the board members of international banks of sufficient scale were mostly confidential to the public. Except for a few people who needed to show up for work, the others were very mysterious.
Many people might not even know the names of these people, who they were, and how to contact them, let alone spend money to make friends with them.
In that case, Lynch's one million to buy a favor didn't seem to be too much of a loss.
The smile on Lynch's face was very clean, and his eyes were very sharp. "I hope my one million wasn't spent in vain!"
Herbers laughed. "I can guarantee it!"
After that, the conversation between the two became a little simpler. They talked about some international situations. Perhaps it was because of Lynch's words, which were in line with the current mainstream of the international community, or even beyond the mainstream, that attracted Herbers.
The core of the victorious alliance, the Gevra, had been causing trouble everywhere recently. They required the weaker party in unequal trade to use the Gevra's own currency for settlement, which gave many countries and capitalists a headache.
This was because if they wanted to maintain a close trading relationship with Gevra, they had to have a certain amount of Gevra currency in their hands, which was a unit of currency.
The more Gevra currency one held, the more money one should keep. For this reason, some international banks began to adjust the reserve ratio of various countries' currencies to increase the reserves of Gevra currency.
People scrambled to hold Gevra, which also made Gevra continue to rise in the foreign exchange market. At the same time, it also strengthened the Gevra's position and advantage in international trade. More people were using their currency, and while the Gevra currency circulation area expanded, they could also buy more things with less money.
An economic model that might have existed before, but had not been explored in depth, or a monetary economic model, was being seriously studied.
Some people laughed and said that although the world war had made the world a mess, there was also a benefit, which was that the world's countries were closer together.
In the past, everyone was doing their own thing, and only some neighboring countries had some close ties. Only a few merchants were willing to risk trouble with pirates, and the connections between countries were very weak.
But now, because of the world war, the whole world began to show a strange trend of integration!
Military, economy, culture, these things would become a new mode of war in the next ten years, which was similar to war, but better than war, and more hidden.
Lynch was very young, but he had grasped the pulse of the era. Herbers already believed that if Lynch was right, he might cooperate with him on some international projects.
Of course, Lynch also thought so. If Herbers was really useful, then the one million was worth it!