"Borrow from someone else?"
The Emperor rubbed his temples and looked at the world map on the left side of the wall. There was no doubt that the 'other' was referring to the Bayer Federation.
But would the Bailey Federation lend him money? He had his doubts.
Everyone knew that the conflict between the Guevra Federation and the Bailey Federation was difficult to resolve. He was happy to see the Bailey Federation suffer, and he also believed that the president and his cabinet wanted him to suffer.
Maybe they were drinking champagne to celebrate the Guevra Empire's unprecedented trouble. If he asked them to lend him money, would they lend him money?
The Emperor thought about these questions, and his eyes inadvertently swept past Genia, who was standing at the side.
"You can sit down …" He said casually, but strangely, Genia did not sit down.
The Emperor's eyebrows twitched. If it was in the past, his eyebrows would be squeezed together, but now it was just a twitch.
So many infuriating things had trained him to not get angry as easily as he used to. In addition, he began to focus again. He could faintly smell that something was wrong in the room. It was a smell that was not very clean.
A smell that … made him think of a lot of things.
"He didn't rest, right?"
He asked, and then sighed. "They want to celebrate, so they definitely won't rest. Help me call him, I want to talk to him."
Genia walked to the side of the table and picked up a phone that looked like a work of art. The rhinoceros horn was wrapped in a thin layer of gold, engraved with beautiful patterns, and inlaid with various gemstones to prevent it from slipping.
She was a little afraid of the Emperor. After all, the Emperor did not look very mighty, and he killed all his opponents to get to the throne. Anyone would feel fear and respect for him.
The call was quickly connected, and she handed the phone to the Emperor.
"Thank you for your hard work tonight, you can go back and rest …"
Genia bowed and left. Just as she was about to leave the room, the Emperor suddenly coughed, and Genia had to stop and turn around to look at the Emperor.
"I don't like to interfere in other people's private affairs, but you are my younger sister, a princess of the royal family, so …" He was thinking of how to make his words clear without offending her.
But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't find the right words. He just made a slightly unnatural gesture. "Do you understand?"
Genia nodded. "I understand. I've already taken a shower. I won't be pregnant with his child."
"Thank you for everything you've done for the royal family …"
Genia bowed again and left, but this time she slammed the door shut. She believed that the Emperor would not mind her small action.
After the door was closed, His Majesty shook his head. Lynch was destined to never marry Genia. It wasn't that he wanted to separate the couple or arrange for Genia to marry another noble. It was purely an objective view.
There was a huge age gap between them, and Lynch had a certain status and influence in the Federation.
Not to mention whether Genia could marry as a princess of the Empire, even if she could and was willing to marry Lynch, would Lynch marry her?
Obviously not. His Majesty had long heard that Lynch had an ambiguous relationship with the daughters of the heads of several consortiums. Compared to the declining princess of the Empire, it was obvious that the Federation consortiums were more suitable targets for Lynch.
He didn't want to admit it. The Guevra Empire was declining, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't see it.
Abandoning those messy thoughts, he picked up the phone. "Are you still there?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm still here."
Lynch's voice was very gentle. The first time the Emperor talked to him on the phone, he didn't feel that he was an aggressive and aggressive young man, but … a person who gave people a warm feeling like the sun.
This liar!
He chuckled. "I just talked to Genia, and I have some questions about your thoughts."
"Yes, go ahead."
His Majesty opened his mouth and hesitated for two or three seconds. "Do you think Bailey will lend us the money?"
"If we don't avoid some questions, do you think your president will help us solve some of the problems in the country at this time?"
At this time, this kind of question could only be asked of Lynch. First, Lynch himself was a member of the Federation, and he had a high status. It was said that he had been invited to the president's victory celebration, although the election hadn't started yet.
This meant that he had a good relationship with the higher-ups.
Second, he was a businessman and a capitalist. He knew the Federation's code of conduct better than the Emperor and the other ministers, and his ideas were more valuable.
Lynch's answer was short and firm. "Yes!"
This was what the Guevra Emperor couldn't understand about the Federation. The two sides were obviously enemies, so why was the Bailey Federation willing to lend him money at this time?
If the situation was different, and the Baylor Federation needed some money to tide over the crisis, he would never lend it to them. He would just watch the Baylor Federation get stuck in trouble.
He didn't understand the Federation, so he couldn't understand what it meant to have capital first.
As long as there was money and benefits, the Federation's capitalists would dare to push for laws to protect their own rights. Even if the president changed, they wouldn't give up on benefits.
Presidents were common, but benefits were not.
What's more, if the Emperor really wanted to lend the money, he would have to fulfill some of the additional conditions put forward by the Bailey Federation. Only then would the Federation lend him the money.
The two's conversation ended. The Emperor thanked Lynch for his advice and then hung up the phone.
On the other side, Lynch also hung up the phone and walked back to the crowd to continue the celebration.
Even if the Emperor called the Federation's president and told him his thoughts, the time between the two sides reaching an agreement and the money entering the Guevra Empire wouldn't be too short. It would at least be early or mid-November, and everyone would have at least a week to earn more money.
The next day, the situation didn't improve much. The major banks were still limiting the number of counters and withdrawal limits. They closed a lot of windows because it might cause chaos.
The few windows and slow processing allowed the banks to at least cope with the current situation. It's not that we don't have money, it's just that we work very slowly. Everyone can get their money.
That was what they wanted to express.
Sometimes, the "people" were stupid. They would easily believe some inexplicable lies and believe them. For example, when someone said that the bank had no money, they would actually believe it.
Sometimes, they were smart. No matter how the government tried to salvage the situation, they didn't think it was true. It was just a scam, a strategy. They only believed in themselves.
What was more interesting was that they were good at lying to themselves. For example, everyone knew that the bank might not have enough money to pay everyone.
But they were willing to line up and believe that at least when it was their turn, the bank would still have money. What was more interesting was that they would spontaneously maintain order.
A low-key luxurious motorcade passed by the roadside. The Prime Minister had been watching the people lining up to withdraw money without any expression on his face.
In fact, this bank run was caused by him.
If it wasn't for a politician at the level of the Prime Minister, it wouldn't have been possible to push this matter forward with just rumors.
Just when the situation was brewing, the Seventh Police Department, known as the "Empire's lackey," could almost arrest those who could spread such rumors.
Gaffra wasn't a Federation. There was no freedom or equality. It wasn't uncommon for people to disappear completely after being caught by the secret police. Almost everyone had heard of it.
Some people allowed the rumors to spread, and some nobles even worked behind the scenes to make everything worse so quickly.
At this time, when the Prime Minister felt the changes in the country, he felt a little guilty, but only a little.
This was to gain the capital to compete with the imperial power. For greater justice, he had to make a difficult choice.
Thinking about it this way, he seemed to have thought it through, and that little bit of guilt disappeared.
Compared to an emperor who wanted to seize more power, the temporary chaos in the economic order was acceptable.
He looked away from the car and began to consider the next changes.
On the third day, things finally took a turn for the better.
"I plan to completely open up the national treasury to quell this storm."
In the Ruler's Hall, His Majesty's words made the sleepy Prime Minister slowly open his eyes.
He looked at the Emperor, who was sitting on the steps, and then looked at the Minister of Finance, who was not far away. He frowned slightly.
"Your Majesty, although I support your idea, taking out the national treasury to deal with the bank run is not a suitable choice."
"We are not sure how much money is needed to solve the problem, and we also need some money as a security deposit for national security. We don't have much left."
The one who spoke was the Minister of Defense. His expression was very serious.
Maintaining the normal operation of a country was not a simple matter. There were many problems involved, and the most important one was that there must be money in the national treasury.
Whether it was implementing a certain policy, promoting a reform, or paying salaries, subsidies, and pensions to the officers in Amelia, in short, everything couldn't be done without money.
It was easy to take out the money in the national treasury, but once there was a problem, and the national treasury couldn't take out a large amount of money, the problem would escalate.
A bank run could indeed cause a continuous economic turmoil, but that was it.
Gaffra was a monarchy, and when necessary, it could use some coercive means.
But if the national treasury ran out of money, the national security and even the power in the hands of the rulers might be affected.