The president of the Royal Bank looked at the coffee cup in his hand and took a small sip.
Behind the mellow taste and the strong bitterness, there was a special taste. It was not sweet, but pure fragrance, a special fragrance from the oil.
He put down the coffee cup in his hand. "Opening an account is not a problem. A phone call will solve it. The second request is also not a problem. As for the funding …" He pondered for a moment. "How much do you want?"
Things that were difficult for many people were not worth mentioning in the face of power.
For example, if an ordinary person opened an account at the exchange, they would need a series of procedures before opening the account. It would take at least three to five days to open the account.
But for the president of the Royal Bank, it was just a matter of a phone call.
This was the power of the Gaffra, the power that was equivalent to the "capital of the Federation"!
The real problem for the president was the funding issue. The emperor had promised to cash Lynch's war bonds, and it was written in the official contract. Furthermore, the current policy of the Empire was not to provoke and intensify the antagonism between the Federation and the Gaffra, so this kind of thing that had been confirmed could not be changed.
Lynch had more than 40 million frats of bonds in his hand. If he used 20 million as a deposit for funding, the bank would not give him too much.
The Gaffra was very short of money because a large amount of money was flowing into Ameria, and the development potential of the local territory had been exhausted.
Even if everyone was dissatisfied with the emperor's decision, they knew where the next development focus was, so it was normal for the local bank to be short of money.
It was a very troublesome thing to ask for funding at this time, so he threw the problem to Lynch.
"Ten times the funding …"
"Impossible!"
Before Lynch could say anything, the president interrupted him directly. "Ten times is too much. 200 million frats is too big. I can give you twice the funding at most."
"In fact, since last year, the Empire has passed a new law. Maybe you don't know it very well …"
When the Federation used a series of methods to harvest Nagalil, the financial means that were beyond modern times made the Gaffra nobles excited and shudder at the same time.
It had to be said that the power of the Confederation's capital was indeed terrifying. They could easily plunder all aspects of Nagalil. So some nobles with paranoia raised a question — what if Gaffra was attacked in a similar way? What should they do?
Currency fluctuations were completely market behavior, and market behavior meant that it could be manipulated, which was very dangerous!
Under the proposal of the Privy Council, Gaffra passed the 'Imperial Financial Prevention Act'. The core of this act was to control foreign investment, including restricting the financial activities of foreigners in the Empire.
Large loans, cash lending, and other financial activities had to go through layers of review, and they might not necessarily be approved.
Lynch's request for funding was also in line with the aforementioned regulatory requirements. Moreover, 200 million yuan was too much. At this time, it was enough to cause a terrible blow to the local financial order.
After he briefly introduced the content of the bill, Lynch frowned. "Cut it in half and provide five times the funding."
"It's still too much. I can give you the right amount, but I can't make the decision on when the review will be completed."
"This matter needs to be reviewed by the Financial Supervision Department of the Finance Department. It may take one month to forty-five days to give you an answer, and the probability of not passing is too high."
"100 million yuan is enough to destroy many small and medium-sized enterprises. You are very good at this, so we have to guard against it."
The president didn't hide anything and spoke his mind. He wanted to guard against the people from the Federation. His frankness made people feel helpless.
"Then how much can you give me at most?"
Lynch asked the bank president again.
There was a smile in the bank president's eyes. "Double. I can approve it directly without any review. The risk will be borne by the bank."
If it was 40 million, it could be covered by public opinion and the bank's deposit. There was no need to use the bank's deposit. As long as the people were told that this was a conspiracy of the Federation, the local ordinary shareholders would go crazy and attack Lynch.
"Three times, or I can increase the capital through other methods."
The other methods were nothing more than overseas inflows or exchanges. The more troublesome part about these methods was that they might be illegal, and sometimes they would need to be laundered. The cost was too high.
However, the advantage was that it was not regulated by the state. No one could monitor the changes in every account every second. Once some big money launderers started to operate, it was easy to create an unseen capital pool.
This was dangerous because people would not be able to see the money. By the time they saw it, it would be after the problem had exploded.
After thinking seriously for a while, the bank president finally nodded. "Okay, one to three."
Although the ratio was a little high, the advantage was that these funds were controllable. He could clearly see what Lynch wanted the money for and deal with it calmly.
If it was a normal investment, he could sit back and do nothing. If it was abnormal, he could take precautions in advance.
This matter was considered honest. Looking at the time, it was almost half past three. Although they did not talk much, time passed quickly.
After Lynch ate half of the sweet pastry, he finished his coffee and got up to leave.
The bank president found a staff member to go through the formalities for Lynch. Because it was a special approval, after half an hour, Lynch's trading account was not only released, but the funds were also in place.
Looking at the money in his account, a smile appeared on his face.
Later, the bank sent the news to the finance minister, who then passed it on to the other ministers. At this time, everyone was confused. They did not know what Lynch wanted to do.
In the end, even the emperor knew about this matter.
"What do you think he wants to do?"
Sitting in his seat, the emperor had a headache. He looked at his ministers expectantly.
The ministers did not give him an answer immediately. Lynch was the person they could not understand the most. He was not like the capitalists in the Federation. Everything he did had a certain way, there were rules, and they could predict what he wanted to do.
Lynch was a person who exceeded people's expectations. There was no pattern to his actions. Every time he did something, it felt like there was no pattern to it. However, it was often the most unexpected.
The ministers shook their heads. They did not dare to say or make wild guesses.
If they guessed correctly, it would not be glorious. Lynch was only a businessman in the Federation. He was still so young. They were the pillars of the Gefra Empire.
If they guessed wrongly, it would be embarrassing. Moreover, it was not easy to guess. Therefore, everyone kept quiet and waited for someone else to speak first.
Seeing that no one spoke, the emperor was a little unhappy. However, there was nothing he could do. He suddenly asked, "Where is Lynch now?"
Perhaps some clues could be found from his itinerary. Now that he had the account and funds, should he be preparing something now?
The subordinate quickly answered the emperor, "Your Majesty, Lynch is … helping some girls improve their lives."
The emperor looked at the servant as if he had heard something unbelievable. His lips moved first, then he asked, "He's alone?"
"Yes, he's alone."
At this time, Lynch was sitting in the largest nightclub in the Imperial City. Because of the legalization of recruitment, the entrance of these nightclubs was guarded. Minors were not allowed to enter.
In Gefra, the concept of "adulthood" was 20 years old.
Sitting in the most luxurious private room, Lynch was surrounded by all kinds of girls who were too poor to wear clothes and were in urgent need of help.
There were also two girls who were dancing on a small stage in the middle of the room. They were doing their best to perform.
Perhaps only in a place like this, there was not much difference between the Federation and Gefra.
He was waiting for someone.
Waiting for Richard.
Every time a girl wanted to get close to Lynch and do something, someone would stop them.
Helping these girls did not mean that anything must happen. Just the cost of having them accompany him was enough for them to buy beautiful clothes. They were just there to set off the atmosphere.
After a while, a few well-dressed gentlemen came in from the door. The first one to walk was Richard.
There was no arrogance on his face. Instead, he had a humble smile. When he saw Lynch, he was stunned at first, then quickly walked over. "Boss …"
Lynch looked up at him and shook his head. "I'm not your boss. As I said, we were just partners."
He reached out and shook Richard's hand, then looked at the others.
These people were all from the Federation. They used to be members of Richard's team. They were also Lynch's "partners". At this time, it was more or less awkward to meet.
After all, they were caught working together to take money from Lynch's pocket. It was equivalent to being sent to Gefra.
Now that they met again, they were still a little uncomfortable.
"Mr. Lynch …"
These people greeted Lynch and sat down. They were not qualified to shake hands with Lynch.
Lynch and Richard sat together, while the others were far away.
"I saw the newspaper as soon as I arrived. I have to congratulate you. It says that Yuan Rong will be listed tomorrow."
He opened the cigarette box on the table and took out a cigarette. Richard immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "No matter what happened between us in the past, at this moment, we are only members of the Federation in the Gefra Empire."
"I'll support you tomorrow. I'll take out a hundred million to enter the market. Do you have enough shares?"
Richard's heart started to beat wildly. A hundred million yuan … He swallowed his saliva.
His mouth was dry. He looked at Lynch, his eyes a little red. This was a phenomenon caused by the sudden rise in blood pressure. "Yes, it's enough!"