Darkstone Code-Chapter 770 - 0768 Chat privately [12/15]
The results discussed at the interim cabinet meeting were very positive. The President ultimately agreed to Mr. Truman’s request and delegated the entire matter to Mr. Truman.
This is where Gafura is inferior to the Federation. In this new country, the Federation might indeed lack some profound heritage.
But it also lacks the dullness that countries with long histories possess. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, everyone seems to be filled with a kind of vigor.
It’s like teenagers in their twenties; just one picture, one thought flashes through their minds, and they immediately become like a lustful dog panting and banging everywhere.
This energy is apparent everywhere, and the country has a future.
This is unlike Gafura, which is like a sixty-something-year-old man, desperately wanting to befriend all the opposite sex!
One is full of vitality, the other is left with decadence.
Soon, both sides hit it off as if... struck... immediately...
Emperor Gafura promptly announced the news to stabilize the domestic economic order. At the same time, the Minister of Finance publicly stated that he would resign and accept accountability.
The news came so swiftly that many people seemed not yet to have awakened.
Gafura is a monarchical country where the Emperor enjoys nominal supreme ruling power. The appointment or dismissal of ministers and officials is not through elections.
Who can be a minister is decided by the Emperor.
Of course, the opinions of the aristocracy are also important. If the Emperor does not want to be very unpleasant with most aristocrats, he sometimes needs to respect their views.
Sometimes.
This also means that if the Emperor favors a particular minister, there will be almost no changes in the selection of ministers during that Emperor’s reign unless influenced by external forces.
It may even take decades or an entire lifetime before any change occurs. In Gafura’s history, there are always some who stick to their posts for a lifetime.
Incidents like the Minister of Finance’s resignation are rare. People originally did not think matters had reached such severity. At most, they expected the Minister to apologize publicly, not resign.
This huge gap brought a momentary surprise that climaxed for some, marking the victory of public sentiment, the triumph of people’s rights over imperial power.
Today’s small step is a huge leap for the future!
The departure of the Minister of Finance coupled with the Federation Government’s financial intervention quickly stabilized the market.
This actually has something to do with the secret police publicly arresting speculators. During this time, people lived vividly, and some wealthy individuals, magnates, and big names collapsed.
The reason was not their wealth, nor did confiscating their property help solve the current money shortage. It was because these people took advantage of this opportunity to profit from national difficulties.
Some among them were the main forces for shorting. They followed behind Lynch and other aristocrats to short while spreading various rumors to enchant citizens, interfering with market behavior. Now they must pay a costly price for their actions.
"Order is being restored in the banks." Lynch Empire watched the street’s banks through a window from the upstairs near the Royal Exchange.
At this time, there were not as many people queued outside the banks. Only fewer than ten remained, with some very special police patrolling around. A middle-aged man waiting to withdraw could not endure the pressure and silently left the queue.
Those police had a slight difference from ordinary police; their wide-brimmed hats were bluish, while ordinary police wore black-gray and armed police wore dark green. The colors represented their different identities.
Lynch, a foreigner, did not understand this, but the locals were very familiar.
"They are afraid now," the young Count looked out the window with an expression of cold indifference that seemed too mature for his age.
The look... how to say... as if watching a small animal that could cause no harm, no affection nor respect.
But when he looked at Lynch, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration, "Those police are secret police from the Seventh Police Department, people fear them."
He explained the characteristics of these police to Lynch and the significant events they might or might not have done. Lynch understood somewhat.
A senselessly violent institution indeed leaves ordinary people with no risk resistance ability, helpless, and instills fear.
"Mr. Lynch, what do we do next?" The young Count looked at Lynch with a glowing gaze.
Lynch withdrew his gaze from outside, went to the chair, and sat down, "We don’t need to do anything, just wait and count the money afterward."
This is the young Count’s own house, with no other guests invited, leaving only the two of them in the room.
The aristocrats indeed love living in their luxurious mansions, but those older generations of nobles cannot represent the entire noble community.
Young aristocrats like the young Count are exposed to more progressive things and are not as rigid anymore. At least, the young Count rarely wears floral collars and wigs, while those old aristocrats will seize any opportunity to wear wigs and floral collars.
The young Count sat down next to Lynch, casually picked up a fruit, and took a bite, "Mr. Lynch, I’m a bit worried, now that the market has stabilized, will they boost the financial index?"
Lynch decisively shook his head, "No, you don’t need to worry about that."
"The meaning of stability is merely stability. People have just gone through this crisis of run, regardless of whether the bankers, our ministers, or even His Majesty is willing to admit it, we’ve seen this country’s fragility in finance."
He crossed his legs, bearing the demeanor of a mature adult, which made people feel pleasing and very natural.
The young Count had tried to secretly imitate Lynch’s behaviors a few times, but always felt something was missing, making him feel ridiculous, which made him admire Lynch even more.
Under such an admiring gaze that had somewhat numbed Lynch, Lynch calmly and steadily spoke, "People personally experienced such a disaster, unable to withdraw money from banks, and that’s a fact that nobody can cover up."
"Even though now the Empire and the Federation have reached some cooperation, and the Federation is giving us economic aid, before the specific content reaches people, they will still have their reservations about these policies."
"They won’t deposit money in banks; after going through a financial disaster, companies’ liquidity has again shrunk considerably."
"They can’t borrow money from banks and can’t raise funds from the public either, as the Yuanrong Capital case has yet to end."
"Without capital flowing into the financial market, they cannot push the current index; stability only means it won’t continue to worsen, but it won’t improve either..."
As they were speaking, the room door opened, and a noblewoman walked in carrying a tray.
Lynch had to stand up; this woman, who looked about 37 or 38 years old, was the young Count’s mother.
Normally, this should be done by servants, but she was doing it herself, which also conveyed a message.
"I made it myself, not sure if you’ll like it. I heard Federation people prefer a bland taste," the Countess laughed as she placed the tray on the coffee table, with some nice-looking pastries inside. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
No matter what, Lynch couldn’t believe these pastries that obviously required solid culinary skills were made by the lady before him, but this didn’t stop him from taking this statement seriously.
"Smells wonderful!", Lynch seemed impressed as he picked up one piece, sniffed it, and then looked at the lady, seemingly seeking her opinion.
The Countess nodded expectantly, and Lynch held the pastry to prevent crumbs from falling on the floor, taking a small bite from the corner.
It was still cloyingly sweet, and while Gafura people often said Federation people add sugar and milk to their coffee, Federation people at least don’t eat pastries sweet enough to be cloying.
He showed appropriate delight, "Beautifully done, very sweet, I like it."
The Countess patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you like it, I’ve made a lot."
With this, the topic reached its end; after a brief pause, she continued, "What were you discussing just now?"
The young Count hurriedly replied, "We were talking about some political matters...", his face adorned with a smile as he shook his head slightly, "You know, we are aristocrats, best at this."
The Countess laughed softly and reached out to flick the dust-free shoulder of the young Count, "You don’t need to tell me that, I can understand," she gave Lynch a glance, then looked at the young Count, "I remember you have a salon this afternoon?"
The young Count was momentarily taken aback, then nodded, "You almost made me forget, yes, there is one!"
He spoke with some anticipation as he looked at Lynch, "There’s a salon in the afternoon related to racing, all young people..."
As if explaining, yet like an invitation, but unfortunately, Lynch wasn’t interested in this.
Regardless of whether it’s this world or another, he wasn’t interested in entrusting his life safety to fate; he might bet on a car winning the championship, but he would never drive himself, having no interest in such things.
After expressing clearly his intention not to go, the young Count felt a bit disappointed, but only for a moment.
"I’ll have a private chat with Mr. Lynch, you can go about your business," the Countess looked at her son, who hesitated for two seconds, then nodded and left.
Only the two of them remained in the room, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
