"Gentlemen, we will be written in the textbooks. We will become people that every banker and every businessman in the future must know!"
Mr. Herbers, who was sitting on the main seat, no longer had the demeanor of a royal prince. He had lost his elegant demeanor. He was just a drunkard.
The alcohol had caused his brain to go out of control, but he did not care if he looked ridiculous from other people's point of view. Other people were even more ridiculous than him. All he wanted was to be unrestrained for a while.
He had earned so much money. If that was not enough for him to enjoy himself, what about being written in the history books and textbooks?
He felt a little dizzy, but his spirit was unprecedentedly active and excited. "Think about it, gentlemen. What will people say about us in the future?"
"Good bankers?
Or successful bankers? "
Driven by him, the atmosphere in the room became unprecedentedly feverish. Everyone was looking at him. To be able to be written into history books and textbooks, and to be written in a positive way, was definitely a realm that capitalists were also pursuing.
Humans could not live forever, but a spirit, a theory, and some glorious deeds could help a person live forever. Capitalists also wanted 'eternal life'. It was something that every intelligent creature pursued.
"Lynch will be below us like a clown, setting off our greatness. Gentlemen, please drink up (please let us drink up this glass of wine) so that we can leave our names in history!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The people who had already gone crazy raised their wine glasses high and gulped down the alcoholic drinks. Some people drank while vomiting. Some people fell back into their chairs after drinking, but soon began to go crazy again.
A profit of hundreds of millions, this might be the most glorious moment of their lives. After this business was over, some of them could even retire directly!
The money in the hands of many bankers was not their own money, or rather, most of the bankers were 'poor'. Only a small part of the wealth in their hands was theirs.
For example, Mr. Herbers. He was the richest here, but about 50% of his money belonged to the king who wore cheap coarse clothes and lived like a poor commoner!
His own money was only a small part; most of it belonged to the King and to some of his ministers, who, like other bankers, had received money from investors.
If they didn't miss this opportunity … No, they couldn't miss it. They had already convinced the Chancellor of the Treasury of Gefra to side with them, and the Emperor of Gefra had also agreed to it. They would definitely win.
They used other people's capital to realize the increase of their wealth by several times or even dozens of times. They could just retire directly.
This amount of money was too much. It was so much that everyone was excited and happy!
The men who were almost done vomiting casually took out a few ten-dollar bills from their pockets and threw them on top of their vomit. Presumably, the cleaners would not only not curse them for vomiting everywhere, but would also thank them for their generosity. This was the value of money and the happiness it brought.
The party went on, and the crowd was drunk, but it did not stop there. The bankers, who were over forty-five years old on average, wanted to continue the party.
They found a very famous nightclub and went in. They called all the girls to drink with them.
This was something to be happy about. They were not the only ones who should be happy. Others should be happy too.
Some people were dissatisfied with these noisy gentlemen, but their dissatisfaction soon disappeared when they were reminded that "all the expenses in this room will be paid for by Mr. Herbers." Some people even asked the waiter to send their respects — if they were lucky, they would like to have a drink with Mr. Herbers.
In short, the night of madness ended, and the next day, people began to pay the price for the madness of the previous night. Herbers struggled out of the disorderly limbs with a bitter smile. His whole body was sore. His age had made it impossible for him to take the initiative like a young man. Most of the time, he just lay quietly, but last night, he seemed to have returned to the summer when he was twenty years old …
Now, he began to regret it.
"I shouldn't have drunk!"
He grumbled and shouted twice. His butler immediately came in.
Seeing an unconcealable smile on the steward's face, Herbus complained, "You should have stopped me …" However, he didn't continue because he knew that it was useless for anyone to stop him at that time. "Well, laugh if you want to. Damn it, help me up. My waist hurts so much!"
With the help of the butler, Mr. Herbers stood up. He changed his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a headache."
He said this as he went out. The damage caused by alcohol to the brain had not been discovered yet, but people would soon know.
As soon as they stepped out of the door, two young men in suits stood up. They were the 'managers' of the girls. These people had seen how rich Mr. Herbers and his friends were yesterday, so they were exceptionally respectful at this time. They lowered their heads and greeted Mr. Herbers.
"Don't worry, I'm an unreasonable bastard. I look terrible, but I'm a person who values integrity!"
He took out his checkbook, wrote a set of numbers and his name on it, and handed it over.
Under the gaze of the two young men, Mr. Herbers quickly left the place.
"What's my schedule today?"
Mr. Herbers, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at the scenery outside the window and felt the power of this country.
"You have an interview with a financial magazine at 2 o 'clock. The interview will last for about 40 minutes to an hour. Then, there will be an afternoon tea salon. It will end from 4: 30 to 5 o' clock, no later than 5 o 'clock.
After that, you will have some rest. In the evening, you will have dinner with the finance minister … "
The butler had arranged the itinerary for the day clearly. According to past practice, Mr. Herbers would comment on the itinerary or modify it. In short, he would express his thoughts and attitude about the itinerary for the day.
This habit had been going on for decades, and it was not easy to change. However, Mr. Herbers did not say anything today, so the butler could not help but look back curiously.
Mr. Herbers held the head of the civilization staff with both hands. It was a pure gold lion head the size of a child's fist. There were no other gems on it, just pure gold.
Every country had their own style. When Mr. Herbers was in the Federation, the head of his civilization staff was a kind of eagle with some gems attached.
The eagle could better reflect the Federation's spirit of freedom and adventurous attitude. The colorful gems would not make the people of the Federation think that it was not stable enough. They liked that kind of civilization staff.
However, in a monarchy like Gefra, the social atmosphere in the country was relatively serious. Therefore, a pure gold lion without any embellishments was more in line with the aesthetic standards of the people here.
Mr. Herbers had many civilization staffs with different styles that were suitable for different places.
At that moment, his hands were pressed together on the head of the civilization staff. His eyes were looking at the street outside the car window as if he was thinking about something.
The butler did not dare disturb him. He rolled up the glass between the driver's seat and the back of the car to give Mr. Herbers as much silence as possible.
At that moment, Mr. Herbers was thinking about a question. Was Lynch an idiot?
After the crazy outburst, some of his pent-up emotions were released. He also began to reflect on this question. Was Lynch an idiot?
The people of the Federation praised Lynch with all kinds of titles. They even said that he was the leader of the new generation of Federation people. In short, he was good at everything.
Young, handsome, well-mannered, and good friends with people from all walks of life. Such a person might be suspected of over-packaging, but was he an idiot?
Did he not know what he was doing?
If he knew, why did he do it?
This question inexplicably surfaced in his mind, making him feel a little uneasy. Everything was going too smoothly for him. It was so smooth that it was as if Lynch was his long-lost father who had specially sent him a large amount of wealth.
However, he knew that this could not be true. There must be some unknown secret hidden in this.
He firmly believed that the ultimate goal of all actions was to benefit oneself. No one would be stupid enough to selflessly contribute themselves. Even if there was, such a person would not become a successful businessman or a successful capitalist.
However, he could not find any loopholes. In the contract between him and Lynch, the only risk was that Gavra would allow him to cash in his bonds before June. In that case, Lynch would not have to pay any interest.
However, he could not take away the money that Mr. Herbers and the others had lent him. He had borrowed the money, not exchanged it. On the day the contract ended, he had to return the money to everyone. Otherwise, not only would they take away the bonds, but they would also sue him.
Lynch's risk was too high, but what about his profits?
It was almost invisible. This was very abnormal. There must be something wrong, but Mr. Herbers could not find it at the moment.
The sudden annoyance made his expression not as relaxed as yesterday. In the end, he convinced himself that there should not be any problems that went beyond his plan.
After all, Gavra's finance minister had been "convinced" by him, and he had also convinced Gavra's emperor through the finance minister.
If the emperor of a country supported this point of view, then even if others wanted to do something to change this outcome, it should not be so easy, right?
Thinking of this, he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe everything was just him being paranoid?