Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

"John. Your boss is too generous."

"Sixty thousand pound watch, God, I can't even think about it in my dreams."

"And Bentley. It's incredible to reward Bentley."

"I don't know which distinguished gentleman your boss is? Your luck is so good that you can do things with such a generous boss. My boss is stingy to death. He will be deducted fifty pence for a minute late. I was last Yue was deducted a full thirty pounds for being late."

"..."

Extraordinary actors and actresses filled the old Robert with wine, true or false envious of his peak life.

These are all arranged by Norman Lamont, but at this moment, he still feels mixed, especially uncomfortable.

The flattery and enthusiasm on the faces of those old classmates was as disgusting as the Scottish Shepherd he met when he came home. Even Mason Rowan, his longest helper, was actually envious and jealous. Look like.

It's just a guy who's lucky enough to have a shit, do you want to lick it like this?

But Lamont still had to cheer up. After so long preparations, it was not this moment that was waiting.

"You don't even know my boss. He is the smartest, most visionary, and most famous big man in the world. Shen Jiannan, do you know? It's the gentleman who raped Finland and Italy."

"Oh Maiga. It's him, John, I really envy you for being able to do things with such a big man."

"Does your company still need people?"

"I happened to be unemployed recently. For the sake of God, John, can you introduce me to a work team?"

"..."

"..."

The long play of the group actors made Norman Lamont feel like he was being rubbed in a **** bowl, and he had to interrupt the conversation between several people.

"Ahem! Guys, I want to talk to John alone, okay?"

"..."

"..."

A kind of people looked at each other, really, this is a rare opportunity.

Although Lamont promised to reimburse each of them for car and food expenses and lost work expenses, if they can be favored by the old turnip, a well-paid job is in front of them.

But Lamont is the Minister of Finance after all. Because of the fear he had left during his studies, everyone present still left the meeting unwillingly under the gesture of Mason Rowan's invitation. Some people have made up their minds and wait for the right opportunity to ask for a job.

The noisy banquet hall gradually became quiet, leaving only the old turnip head and Norman Lamont sitting opposite each other.

Drunk?

No one is a fool, how can you get drunk in this kind of occasion.

The fact is indeed the case. For the old turnip, the packaged wine is still far from the strength of some aged loose wines from China. In the fifteen years in Shencheng, this guy relied on those wines and liquors that would be dulled at the first sip, and survived year after year to resolve the pain and loneliness in his heart. By the time he left, he was already able to do whatever he wanted. Pour down five pounds of Erguotou.

"John. I think you also understand why we meet this time, don't you?"

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

"John. I'm really sorry for what happened."

For a moment, the old turnip head almost burst into tears.

In countless drunken dreams, he was thinking that if he could be as omnipotent as the superman in the movie, he would return to England to blast Lamont's eggs first and make him pay the price for the insult to himself. Find the ex-wife again and make her cry.

But at that time, everything was just thinking about it.

The more sensible he is, the more desperate he feels. The ancient Lamont family has rich resources, rich and powerful. How could he be an hapless **** who was exiled to China.

But today, everything has become a reality.

The **** who once threw the black pot to him and rode on his shoulder to watch the woman take a bath finally bowed his head at him.

Uncontrollably, the old turnip laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, Lamont, you **** never thought there would be today, right?"

"Haha—"

"..."

"..."

Looking at the old turnip head with a look of ambition, Lamont clenched his fist fiercely, wanting to smash the wine bottle on his head.

But reason finally made him restrain.

He has to admit that the old turnip nowadays is no longer the Robert John, even if he is the minister of finance of this country.

right?

As the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lamont knows nothing more about capitalism. In this country, the elite system means that capital is rights, and the government also serves capital. Whether it is Major, him or other ministers, if capital needs them, they are just stars that can be replaced at any time.

What's more, it is unknown how many days he, the Minister of Finance, can do. If he can't handle things well, maybe he will be fired next month for this.

Thinking of this, Norman Lamontton lost all his energy like a discouraged ball.

The old turnip did not continue to be aggressive. It was not how generous this mate was. Some things must be done to a certain degree after all. After that, it will be no fun.

Containing the wild smile on his face, the old turnip picked up the red wine on the table and poured a glass of Norman Lamont.

"Norman. I accept your apology."

Lamont smiled bitterly and picked up the red wine on the table, but he was finally relieved.

"Thank you!"

The two drank it, and as the glass fell, Lamont continued with the purpose of the trip.

"John. I need to talk to your boss, can you introduce it to me?"

"Because of the pound? IMHO, this is impossible."

"..."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not unwilling to recommend you, nor am I still blaming you for those things, when we were still young. I mean, even if I recommend, my boss can't follow you. Discuss this matter."

"Why? Didn't you think about how to end it?"

"End? Norman, trust me. You don't even know how crazy that guy is. He is a real capitalist."

The old turnip's head said with a mouthful of red wine as if he was pouring water.

Marx said: If a capitalist has 50% profits, he will take risks; if he has 100% profits, he will dare to trample on all the laws of the world; if he have 300% profits, he will dare to risk the gallows. Danger.

As a country’s finance minister, Norman Lamont’s wisdom is undoubtedly qualified.

He understood the meaning of the old turnip head, so his face became completely difficult to look.

Although Britain’s withdrawal from the European exchange rate mechanism allowed the pound to float freely, the Bank of England has also exhausted all foreign exchange reserves. In this case, although some buyers will emerge in the market, it is impossible to cause too much shortfall in the market. Multi-impact.

What's more, the UK now has to consider whether to implement a more loose monetary policy to stimulate the economy. In that case, it will only bring greater selling pressure on the pound.

Unless it can, like the Plaza Accord, countries jointly buy the pound sterling to completely defeat the short positions in the market.

But this is completely impossible.

According to MI5’s intelligence, Wall Street’s short share accounted for two-fifths of the total pound sterling ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ and those guys basically represented the will of the United States.

Americans still hope that the value of the pound will continue to depreciate, and it is impossible for Japan to buy the pound. The Germans were the culprit responsible for the collapse of the British pound, and countries such as France and Switzerland need to worry about whether buying the pound will cause the franc to be attacked.

This means that selling the pound sterling is equivalent to picking up money for nothing, and giving up selling the pound sterling is equivalent to throwing away the money in hand.

A qualified capitalist would never do such a thing.

As for other than the rules, forget it.

According to MI6's intelligence, behind that mashup is a bunch of mad bears. If something goes wrong, it is the responsibility that no one can bear.

Damn it!

Is there no other way?

Seeing Norman Lamont frowning, there was an insignificant trace of abuse in the eyes of Old Turnip's head.

"I have a personal suggestion, but I hope you don't tell others."

"..."

Norman Lamont looked up suddenly, shocked by the tone of the old turnip head and the meaning of this sentence.

"You can ask an expert who is proficient in economics and finance to persuade him. For example, analyze the pros and cons of this matter to achieve a balance. If this can be done, I think he will still talk to you of."

"why?"

Norman Lamont asked, staring into the eyes of the old turnip head.

The old turnip laughed at himself, and finally shrugged his shoulders.

"I was born in London and grew up in London. Here, I had the best childhood, although a **** like you used to bully me."

"Okay. I admit, I still love this **** country."

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