The manager of the Royal Bank looked at the coffee cup in his hand and took a small sip.
Behind the rich taste and intense bitterness, there was a special flavor. It wasn’t sweet, but purely fragrant, coming from the unique aroma of the oils.
He put down the coffee cup in his hand, "There’s no issue with opening an account; it’s sothing that can be resolved with a phone call. The second request is also not a problem. As for the financing..." He pondered for a mont, "How much do you plan to ask for?"
Things that are difficult for many people to achieve are insignificant in the face of power.
For example, opening an account at the exchange, if an ordinary person were to do it, they would need a series of procedures, taking at least three to five days to get the account opened.
But for the manager of the Royal Bank, it’s just a matter of a phone call.
This is the power of Gafura, known as a force equivalent to the "capital of the Federation"!
The real trouble for the manager was the financing issue. Lynch’s war bonds were promised by the Emperor to be honored and were written into a formal contract. Moreover, the Empire’s current policy is not to provoke or exacerbate tensions with the Federation, so such confird matters cannot be changed.
Lynch has over forty million Fla in bonds in hand. If twenty million is used as a margin for financing, the bank would not actually provide much.
There is a severe shortage of money in Gafura’s mainland because a large amount of capital is flowing into Alia, and the potential for developnt at ho has been exhausted.
Even though people are dissatisfied with the Emperor’s decisions, they know where the next developnt focus is, so it’s normal for mainland banks to be short of money.
Requesting financing at this ti is quite troubleso; he tossed the problem back to Lynch.
"Ten tis financing..."
"Impossible!"
Without waiting for Lynch to say anything more, the manager directly interrupted him. "Ten tis is too much. A scale of two billion Fla is too large. I can give you at most two tis financing."
"In fact, since last year, the Empire passed a new law, which you may not be very familiar with..."
When the Federation used a series of thods to harvest Nagariel, exceeding the modern financial ans made the nobles of Gafura shudder in excitent.
It has to be said that the Federation’s capital power is indeed terrifying. Achieving an all-encompassing plunder of Nagariel effortlessly made so nobles with persecution paranoia raise a question—what if Gafura were hit with a similar strike?
The fluctuations in currency are entirely market behavior, and market behavior ans it can be manipulated, which is very dangerous!
Thus, prompted by the Secretariat, Gafura passed the "Imperial Financial Prevention Act," at the core of which is controlling foreign capital, including restricting foreign financial activities and behaviors in the Empire’s mainland.
Large loans and cash borrowings, among other financial activities, must undergo layers of audit, and approval is not guaranteed.
Lynch’s request for financing also falls under the aforentioned regulatory content, and two billion in funds is indeed too substantial, enough to cause a devastating impact on the financial order in the mainland at this ti.
After he briefly introduced the content of the Act, Lynch frowned, "Cut it in half, five tis financing."
"Still too much; I can grant the allocation, but I can’t decide when the audit will conclude."
"This matter requires review by the Financial Monitoring Departnt of the Ministry of Finance, which might take thirty to forty-five days to respond, and the chances of approval are very slim."
"A fund size of one billion is enough to crush many small and dium enterprises. You guys are quite skilled in this area, and we have to guard against so things."
The manager spoke openly about his thoughts, which was to guard against people from the Federation, and his frankness left others helpless.
"Then how much can you give at most?" Lynch tossed the question back to the manager.
The manager’s eyes showed so amusent. "Twice, I can make the decision to approve directly, no need for review, the bank bears the risk."
With forty million, with public opinion and the bank’s margin as a guarantee, it can be fully covered without even needing to use the bank’s margin. Just telling the public it’s a conspiracy by people from the Federation, local ordinary investors can frantically sniper Lynch.
"Three tis, or I can increase capital through other ans."
Other ans are nothing more than inflow from abroad or exchanges. The troubleso part of this thod is that it may not be legal, and sotis money laundering is required, which is costly.
But the advantage is that it is not subject to national regulatory control. No one can monitor the changes in each account every second of inflow and outflow. Once so large money laundering brokers start operating, it’s easy to create a fund pool beyond sight.
This is very dangerous because people can’t see the money. When they do see it, it might already be after the problem has erupted.
After thinking seriously for so ti, the manager finally nodded, "Agreed, leverage of one to three."
Although this ratio is still a bit high, the victory lies in these funds being controllable. He can clearly see what Lynch wants the money for, and then respond calmly.
If it’s just normal investnt behavior, he can ignore it. If it’s abnormal, he can prepare preventive asures in advance.
This matter was thus settled. Looking at the ti, it was almost three-thirty. Although the discussion wasn’t extensive, ti didn’t go by slowly.
After eating half of a cloyingly sweet pastry, Lynch finished his coffee, got up, and took his leave.
The bank manager called on the staff to handle affairs for Lynch. Because it was a special approval, within half an hour, not only did Lynch’s trading account co through, 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 Minister of Finance, who relayed it to the other ministers. Everyone was bewildered at this mont, not knowing what Lynch really intended to do.
Eventually, even the Emperor learned about the matter.
"What do you all think he wants to do?", the Emperor asked, sitting in his seat with so vexation, expectantly looking at his ministers.
The ministers didn’t imdiately answer him. Lynch was the most incomprehensible person to them. Unlike the capitalists from the Federation in the past, who had certain patterns and rules to their actions that allowed predictions of their intentions,
Lynch was a fellow who defied expectations. His actions lacked any regularity, and every ti he did sothing, it seed haphazard, yet often also the most surprising.
The ministers shook their heads, not daring to speak indiscriminately, let alone guess wildly.
Guessing correctly would not be honorable, because Lynch was just a Federation businessman and so young, whereas they were the pillars of the Gafura Empire.
Guessing incorrectly would be embarrassing, and it wasn’t easy to guess, so everyone remained silent, waiting for soone else to speak first.
The Emperor, seeing no one speaking, was sowhat displeased but had no recourse. He suddenly asked, "Where is Lynch now?"
Perhaps so clues could be found from his itinerary. He had now obtained the account and funds; shouldn’t he be preparing for sothing now?
His subordinate quickly reported to the Emperor of the Empire, "Your Majesty, Lynch is currently... helping so girls improve their lives."
The Emperor looked at the servant as if he heard sothing unbelievable. His lips moved slightly before he asked, "By himself?"
"Yes, by himself."
At this mont, Lynch was sitting in the largest nightclub in the Imperial Capital. Due to the legalization of solicitation, guards were stationed at the doors of these nightclubs, preventing minors from entering.
In Gafura, the concept of "adult" refers to being twenty years old.
Sitting in the most luxurious private room, Lynch was surrounded by various girls who couldn’t afford clothes and were desperately in need of help.
Two girls were energetically performing on a small stage in the middle of the private room, dancing passionately.
Lush decadence, perhaps only in places like this did the Federation and Gafura have less of a gap.
He was waiting.
Waiting for Richard.
Whenever a girl tried to approach Lynch to get close, soone would stop them.
Helping these girls didn’t necessarily an sothing had to happen. Just the cost of having them keep him company was enough for them to buy a beautiful dress; they were rely there to enhance the atmosphere.
After a while, several gentlen dressed impeccably entered from outside. Leading them was Richard.
His face didn’t show any arrogant expression; instead, he wore a kind of humble smile. He first paused upon seeing Lynch, then quickly walked over, "Boss..."
Lynch looked up at him and shook his head, "I am not your boss. I have said before; we were just partners in the past." He extended his hand and shook with Richard, then looked at the others.
These people were all from the Federation and were part of Richard’s team; they were also Lynch’s "partners". eting now was sowhat awkward.
After all, previously, they had colluded to transfer money from Lynch’s pocket to theirs and got caught, equivalent to being exiled to Gafura.
Seeing each other again now, there was still so discomfort.
"Mr. Lynch..."
These people greeted Lynch one after another and sat down. They were not qualified to shake hands with Lynch.
Lynch and Richard sat together, while the others spread out far away.
"I just arrived and saw the newspaper. I have to congratulate you; it says Yuanrong is going public tomorrow." He opened the pack of cigarettes on the table and took one, while Richard imdiately pulled out a lighter to light it for him.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled, "No matter what happened between us in the past, right now, we’re just Federations in the Gafura Empire."
"Tomorrow I will support you. I’ll invest a hundred million in funds; do you have enough stocks?"
Richard’s heart skipped a beat, one hundred million in funds; he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The heartbeats made his mouth dry and his eyes a bit red as he looked at Lynch, a sign of the blood pressure suddenly rising, "Enough, very enough!"
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