The results of the temporary cabinet meeting were very positive. Mr. President finally agreed to Mr. Trumann's request and entrusted the whole matter to Mr. Trumann.
This was where the Guevra was inferior to the Federation. In a new country like the Federation, they might indeed lack a solid foundation.
However, this place did not have the dullness that only countries with a long history would have. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, everyone seemed to be filled with enthusiasm.
Just like young people in their teens or twenties, with just one image or thought flashing through their minds, they would immediately become like male dogs in heat, panting and pouncing everywhere.
If there was such vitality everywhere, the country would have a future.
This was not like Gevra at all. It was more like an old man in his sixties. Not to mention remembering something, it wanted to be brothers with all the members of the opposite sex!
One was full of vitality, while the other was only left with lethargy.
Soon, the two sides hit it off. It was as if … they had met … and immediately … they had …
The Gefran Emperor immediately announced the news to stabilize the country's economic order. It was also at this time that the finance minister publicly announced that he would resign and accept punishment.
This news came very quickly, so quickly that many people felt as if they had not woken up yet.
Gevra was a monarchical country. In this country, the emperor had the highest ruling power in name. The appointment and dismissal of ministers and officials were not decided through elections.
It was up to the emperor to decide who could become a minister.
Of course, the nobles' opinions were also very important. If the Emperor did not want to have an unpleasant relationship with most of the nobles, sometimes he had to respect the nobles' opinions.
Sometimes.
This also meant that if the emperor favored a certain minister, then during the emperor's reign, without the influence of external forces, the choice of ministers would not change much.
It might take a decade, or even twenty to thirty years for a change, or even a lifetime for a change. In the history of Gefra, there were always people who did it for a lifetime.
It was rare for a finance minister to take the blame and resign. Originally, people did not think that the situation would be so serious. At most, the finance minister would stand up and apologize. They did not expect the finance minister to actually … resign.
The surprise brought about by this huge gap made some people excited in an instant. This was the victory of the people's will, the victory of the people's autonomy and the imperial power.
A small step today would be a big step in the future!
With the departure of the finance minister and the intervention of the Federation government, the market quickly stabilized.
In fact, this had something to do with the secret police openly arresting those speculators. During this period of time, people had been living a wonderful life. Some of the rich, rich, and important people in people's minds had fallen one after another.
The reason was not because they were rich and confiscating their property would help them get out of the current money shortage situation, but because these people were using this opportunity to make a fortune from the national disaster.
Some of them were also the main force behind the short-selling. They followed Lynch and the other nobles and spread all kinds of rumors to confuse the people and interfere with the market. Now, they were going to pay a heavy price for what they had done.
"Order is being restored in the bank."
Lynch looked at the bank on the street through the window of a building not far from the Imperial Royal Exchange.
At this time, there were not so many people lining up outside the bank, only less than ten people. There were also some special policemen patrolling back and forth in the surroundings. A middle-aged man waiting to withdraw money could not bear the huge pressure and silently left the line to withdraw money.
There was a slight difference between the policemen and the ordinary policemen. Their wide-brimmed hats were blue, while the ordinary policemen's wide-brimmed hats were dark gray. The armed policemen's wide-brimmed hats were dark green. The different colors represented their different identities.
Lynch, a foreigner, did not understand these things, but the locals were very familiar with them.
"They are afraid."
The young Earl looked out of the window with a kind of indifference that should not appear in his eyes at his age.
That kind of look … How to say it, it was like looking at a small animal that could not cause any harm to oneself. It was not like he liked it, and there was absolutely no respect.
But when he looked at Lynch, his eyes were filled with undisguised worship. "Those policemen, they are the secret police of the Seventh Police Department. People are afraid of these people."
He told Lynch about the characteristics of these policemen, as well as the big things they may or may not have done in the past. Lynch more or less understood a little.
An unreasonable and violent organization indeed made the ordinary people, who did not have the ability to resist risks, helpless and fearful.
"Mr. Lynch, what should we do next?"
The young Earl looked at Lynch with sparkling eyes.
Lynch withdrew his gaze from the outside world and walked to a chair to sit down. "You don't have to do anything, just wait until it's over and count the money."
This was the young Earl's own house. He did not invite anyone else, so there were only the two of them in the room.
The aristocrats did like to live in their luxurious big houses, but the older generation of aristocrats could not represent the entire aristocratic community.
For young aristocrats like the young Earl, they were exposed to more avant-garde things and were no longer so rigid. At least the young Earl rarely wore flower collars and wigs, but the older aristocrats would wear wigs and flower collars as long as they had the chance.
The young Earl walked to the chair next to Lynch and sat down. He picked up a fruit and took a bite. "Mr. Lynch, I am a little worried. Now that the market has stabilized, will the financial index be pulled up by them?"
Lynch shook his head decisively. "No, you don't have to worry about that."
"The meaning of stability is only stability. People have just experienced this run. Whether the bankers, our ministers, or even His Majesty is willing to admit it or not, we have all seen the financial fragility of this country."
He crossed his legs and had the mature manner of an adult. It was pleasing to the eye and very natural.
The young Earl tried to secretly imitate Lynch's behavior a few times, but there was always something wrong with it. It made him feel very funny, which made him admire Lynch even more.
Under this kind of worship that had made Lynch a little numb, Lynch spoke calmly and steadily. "People have personally experienced such a disaster. They can't withdraw money from the bank. This is a fact, and no one can hide it."
"Even if the Empire and the Federation have reached some cooperation, and the Federation has given us economic aid, people will still have their own opinions about these policies before the specific content is revealed to them."
"They won't deposit money in the bank. After the enterprises have experienced a financial disaster, their liquidity has shrunk by a lot."
"They can't borrow money from the bank, and they can't get financing from the private sector. The financing case is not over yet."
"Without capital flowing into the financial market, they can't pull up the current index. Stability just means that it won't continue to worsen, but it won't get better either …"
As he spoke, the door opened and a lady walked in with a tray.
Lynch had no choice but to stand up. This lady, who looked to be in her late thirties, was the young Earl's mother.
This should have been done by the servants, but she did it herself. This was also a kind of message.
"I made it myself. I don't know if you'll like it. I heard that the Federation people have a very mild taste."
The old Countess smiled and placed the tray on the coffee table. There were some nice looking pastries on it.
Lynch would never believe that these pastries, which obviously required a lot of cooking skills, were made by the lady in front of him. However, this didn't stop him from taking her words seriously.
"It smells great!"
Lynch looked a little surprised as he picked up a piece and sniffed it. Then, he looked at the lady, as if asking for her opinion.
The old Countess nodded expectantly. Lynch held the tray with one hand and didn't let the residue fall to the ground, while he took a small bite of the corner.
It was still sweet and greasy. The Guevara People always said that the people of the Federation added sugar and milk to their coffee, but at least the people of the Federation wouldn't eat such sweet pastries.
He showed an appropriate amount of surprise. "It's great and very sweet. I like it very much."
The old Countess patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you like it. I made a lot."
The topic came to an end. After a slight pause, she said, "What were you talking about just now?"
The young Earl rushed to answer. "We were talking about some current affairs …" He smiled and shook his head. "You know, we're nobles. This is what we're best at."
The old Countess laughed softly. She reached out and patted the young Earl's dust-free shoulder. "You don't have to tell me this. I understand."
She glanced at Lynch and then looked at the young Earl. "I remember you have a salon in the afternoon?"
The young Earl was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "If you didn't mention it, I almost forgot. There is one!"
He looked at Lynch expectantly. "There's a salon in the afternoon that has something to do with racing. It's all young people …"
It sounded like an explanation, but it also sounded like an invitation. Unfortunately, Lynch wasn't interested in that.
Whether it was in this world or another, he wasn't interested in leaving his life in the hands of God. He could bet with others that a certain car would win the championship, but he would never drive it himself. He had no interest in that.
After Zhang Heng made it clear that he wouldn't go, the young Earl was a little disappointed, but only for a moment.
"I'll talk to Mr. Lynch alone. You can go about your business."
The old Countess looked at her son. The latter was silent for two seconds, then nodded and left.
Only the two of them were left in the room, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.