Chapter 775
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The emperor sat high on the steps. He looked at the prime minister quietly and said a lot about the follow-up treatment of Yuanrong capital.
Facing the demands of investors, he didn't think much, but directly threw the problem to the prime minister, "what do you think?"
In this regard, other ministers will not be bothered. In addition, the prime minister wants to get financial power, which has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.
For other ministers, they now hold power and there is no possibility of losing power in a short time, so they don't have to take the initiative to do anything stupid.
After a moment of silence, the prime minister said, "Your Majesty, it is not shameful to admit our mistakes. We should admit our mistakes in our work, so that inappropriate enterprises such as Yuanrong capital can be listed."
"In this process, some people have made a disgraceful black money by some means. I think they should take out the money, compensate others, and give corresponding punitive fines."
"We want these speculators and even people who have some relations with Yuanrong capital to understand that some money can't be taken!"
After hearing this, his majesty thought that Lynch should be the most profitable person in this accident?
If you take away the money he earned and punish him again, it seems to be a good proposal. Whether it is public or private, it is a great choice, which makes his majesty very excited.
However, he did not immediately agree, but meditated for a while and thought about the details of the matter.
The prime minister has sorted out the charges and has reasons. He will confiscate illegal income and then impose additional fines, so as not to cause the fear of some businessmen and foreign businessmen.
The emperor nodded, "implement it as soon as possible..."
If he wants power, he should do things that offend people. What good thing is that he doesn't pay anything and any benefits can be put in his pocket?
Everything that happened in the ruler's hall soon spread out, and the already very lively Privy Council became more heated and noisy. Many aristocrats who had not come to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here, and they chatted with everyone like they came every day.
In the past, the only thing the Privy Council could do except to pass the time was to sulk.
There are so many nobles, so few people hold power, and the rest of the nobles have only one skin. How can people not be angry?
But this time it's different. The new Chancellor of the exchequer may be born from the Privy Council. No matter whether he has a chance or not, everyone is trying to win more supporters as much as possible. In case of luck, the good things will fall on him?
Moreover, the Privy Council also has Privy Council rules. Those old nobles will certainly choose the people in the Privy Council. It is likely to choose another representative from the hereditary nobles.
Even if you are lucky enough to become a tribe, it is a good investment to have a good relationship with the future Chancellor of the Exchequer in advance.
Maybe when this kind of human investment can be used, even a small official is good, at least he has power.
Even if the chancellor of the Exchequer is the prime minister, they can show their existence and value in this process, which is the driving force of the nobility.
Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.
At this time, there was a little talk at the door.
These voices are different from other voices. The tone is a little higher, and there seems to be something... Strange in the tone, not entirely kind.
People looked at the door, Lynch and his group came in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall.
"Lynch, those people are coming..." people are saying so, with some gloating in their tone and a fleeting greed in their eyes.
In a short period of more than a month, this group of people made millions less and tens of millions more. Even those aristocrats with deep heritage are a little excited.
Unfortunately, the ultimate benefit is this group of little nobles. They can't even protect their own interests, which is also the sadness of the little nobles.
The envy of seeing others make money is mixed with some ridicule. What is hidden under the elegant and humble appearance of nobles is not as beautiful as their surface.
The news from the ruler's hall was not only that the Privy Council discussed the nomination of the chancellor of the exchequer, but also that the prime minister intended to use Lynch and some other speculators to solve the demonstrators.
They will lose as much money as they earn this time, and they will also be punished with a sum of money.
Let's not discuss whether Lynch has money or not. In short, he is not a gavra. He will pat his ass and leave at that time. The remaining fines will not even take the initiative——
In this way, his majesty and some people who don't like Lynch can always hang Lynch high, so that all imperial people have a disgust for him.
But for those who can't get away, they may become the first batch of bankrupt nobles. They certainly can't afford to pay huge fines. They can only really sell all their family property to pay compensation. They may soon be on the streets.
The nobles in the Privy Council are looking forward to seeing the living bankrupt nobles in their lifetime. This kind of thing is not common.
While people implicitly exclude this small group, they also make this small group more united.
The little count stood behind Lynch. He clenched his fist and reluctantly loosened it. He couldn't do anything.
The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by his father's accidental death is not only the fragmentation of the family, but also the complete rupture of external contacts.
These contacts were not inherited by the little count because there was no inheritor to connect the past and the next.
He didn't like to come to the Privy Council very much. It made him feel strange here. Like now, the nobles not only didn't give him any sense of security, but were a little uneasy.
Lynch properly blocked the malicious eyes of some nobles. He strode towards the inside and was not afraid of the malice in the eyes of some people.
"What's the matter?" he smiled and looked at the nobles around him. "Are you surprised to see me speechless?"
Everyone was still very busy just now, but since Lynch came in, people close to him closed their mouths.
This is a very strange phenomenon. Obviously, these people don't owe Lynch anything and have no problem with him. But at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, they want to keep a low profile.
Even if he says something that seems provocative, people won't take him seriously.
"Have something to say to me?", he looked at the nobles around him. The nobles were still silent, and Lynch smiled. "Since there's nothing to say, get out of the way..."
As he spoke, he went forward and stepped out one step, giving the nobles closest to him the illusion that the whole world began to shake with this step.
The aristocrats' expressions changed one after another, became gloomy, and all retreated to one side to make way for Lynch.
Lynch walked towards the middle of the hall with his head held high. It seemed that the little nobles behind him had regained their morale because of the short confrontation.
When they arrived at the place where they stayed most often, the waiter soon brought drinks and cakes.
"Mr. Lynch..." a nobleman in his thirties was the first to lose his temper. He whispered, "I heard we might be in trouble!"
There was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his eyes. After all, their opponent this time was the prime minister.
The imperial prime minister, even if he was only a mascot in the past, this post and his family are not decorations, and they can easily make these "little minions" pay a heavy price.
Not to mention the decision made by ministers and His Majesty on the ruler's hall. Their opponents are not only the prime minister, but also his majesty and ministers.
At the thought that they would face such a terrible strife next, the middle-aged noble who spoke had a layer of sweat on his face.
As he pleaded guilty, he wiped the beads of sweat that seemed to never be wiped out until finally, his handkerchief was wet with sweat.
Lynch looked at him, looked at the others, shook his head easily, "so what?"
He comforted these people with his own attitude, including his words, "in my eyes, even the prime minister can't make people bow their heads!"
After he finished, he smiled easily and picked up the tea cup on the table, "moreover, we haven't lost yet!"
"But..." what else the nobleman wanted to say was interrupted by the little count.
He stared at the noble, "nothing, but Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, we didn't lose!"
His worship of Lynch is almost engraved in his bones. There is a blind worship complex. Even if Lynch says that the emperor will duel with the prime minister tomorrow and both will die suddenly, he believes it will be true.
People are willing to believe that a miracle is not too magical, but that it is too ordinary to question.
Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, they would have completed the accumulation that may take one or two generations or even two or three generations?
Lynch raised his hand and motioned to the little count to shut up. "When facing the foreign enemy, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite together. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy."
"Each of us is very important to us as a whole. No one can lose it."
"As for the problems you are worried about, there is no need to worry. As I said, no one will do anything to us."
He spoke very firmly, and his self-confidence infected others. These people's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.
I don't care about the comments of people around me gradually.
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The emperor sat high on the steps. He looked at the prime minister quietly and said a lot about the follow-up treatment of Yuanrong capital.
Facing the demands of investors, he didn't think much, but directly threw the problem to the prime minister, "what do you think?"
In this regard, other ministers will not be bothered. In addition, the prime minister wants to get financial power, which has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.
For other ministers, they now hold power and there is no possibility of losing power in a short time, so they don't have to take the initiative to do anything stupid.
After a moment of silence, the prime minister said, "Your Majesty, it is not shameful to admit our mistakes. We should admit our mistakes in our work, so that inappropriate enterprises such as Yuanrong capital can be listed."
"In this process, some people have made a disgraceful black money by some means. I think they should take out the money, compensate others, and give corresponding punitive fines."
"We want these speculators and even people who have some relations with Yuanrong capital to understand that some money can't be taken!"
After hearing this, his majesty thought that Lynch should be the most profitable person in this accident?
If you take away the money he earned and punish him again, it seems to be a good proposal. Whether it is public or private, it is a great choice, which makes his majesty very excited.
However, he did not immediately agree, but meditated for a while and thought about the details of the matter.
The prime minister has sorted out the charges and has reasons. He will confiscate illegal income and then impose additional fines, so as not to cause the fear of some businessmen and foreign businessmen.
The emperor nodded, "implement it as soon as possible..."
If he wants power, he should do things that offend people. What good thing is that he doesn't pay anything and any benefits can be put in his pocket?
Everything that happened in the ruler's hall soon spread out, and the already very lively Privy Council became more heated and noisy. Many aristocrats who had not come to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here, and they chatted with everyone like they came every day.
In the past, the only thing the Privy Council could do except to pass the time was to sulk.
There are so many nobles, so few people hold power, and the rest of the nobles have only one skin. How can people not be angry?
But this time it's different. The new Chancellor of the exchequer may be born from the Privy Council. No matter whether he has a chance or not, everyone is trying to win more supporters as much as possible. In case of luck, the good things will fall on him?
Moreover, the Privy Council also has Privy Council rules. Those old nobles will certainly choose the people in the Privy Council. It is likely to choose another representative from the hereditary nobles.
Even if you are lucky enough to become a tribe, it is a good investment to have a good relationship with the future Chancellor of the Exchequer in advance.
Maybe when this kind of human investment can be used, even a small official is good, at least he has power.
Even if the chancellor of the Exchequer is the prime minister, they can show their existence and value in this process, which is the driving force of the nobility.
Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.
At this time, there was a little talk at the door.
These voices are different from other voices. The tone is a little higher, and there seems to be something... Strange in the tone, not entirely kind.
People looked at the door, Lynch and his group came in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall.
"Lynch, those people are coming..." people are saying so, with some gloating in their tone and a fleeting greed in their eyes.
In a short period of more than a month, this group of people made millions less and tens of millions more. Even those aristocrats with deep heritage are a little excited.
Unfortunately, the ultimate benefit is this group of little nobles. They can't even protect their own interests, which is also the sadness of the little nobles.
The envy of seeing others make money is mixed with some ridicule. What is hidden under the elegant and humble appearance of nobles is not as beautiful as their surface.
The news from the ruler's hall was not only that the Privy Council discussed the nomination of the chancellor of the exchequer, but also that the prime minister intended to use Lynch and some other speculators to solve the demonstrators.
They will lose as much money as they earn this time, and they will also be punished with a sum of money.
Let's not discuss whether Lynch has money or not. In short, he is not a gavra. He will pat his ass and leave at that time. The remaining fines will not even take the initiative——
In this way, his majesty and some people who don't like Lynch can always hang Lynch high, so that all imperial people have a disgust for him.
But for those who can't get away, they may become the first batch of bankrupt nobles. They certainly can't afford to pay huge fines. They can only really sell all their family property to pay compensation. They may soon be on the streets.
The nobles in the Privy Council are looking forward to seeing the living bankrupt nobles in their lifetime. This kind of thing is not common.
While people implicitly exclude this small group, they also make this small group more united.
The little count stood behind Lynch. He clenched his fist and reluctantly loosened it. He couldn't do anything.
The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by his father's accidental death is not only the fragmentation of the family, but also the complete rupture of external contacts.
These contacts were not inherited by the little count because there was no inheritor to connect the past and the next.
He didn't like to come to the Privy Council very much. It made him feel strange here. Like now, the nobles not only didn't give him any sense of security, but were a little uneasy.
Lynch properly blocked the malicious eyes of some nobles. He strode towards the inside and was not afraid of the malice in the eyes of some people.
"What's the matter?" he smiled and looked at the nobles around him. "Are you surprised to see me speechless?"
Everyone was still very busy just now, but since Lynch came in, people close to him closed their mouths.
This is a very strange phenomenon. Obviously, these people don't owe Lynch anything and have no problem with him. But at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, they want to keep a low profile.
Even if he says something that seems provocative, people won't take him seriously.
"Have something to say to me?", he looked at the nobles around him. The nobles were still silent, and Lynch smiled. "Since there's nothing to say, get out of the way..."
As he spoke, he went forward and stepped out one step, giving the nobles closest to him the illusion that the whole world began to shake with this step.
The aristocrats' expressions changed one after another, became gloomy, and all retreated to one side to make way for Lynch.
Lynch walked towards the middle of the hall with his head held high. It seemed that the little nobles behind him had regained their morale because of the short confrontation.
When they arrived at the place where they stayed most often, the waiter soon brought drinks and cakes.
"Mr. Lynch..." a nobleman in his thirties was the first to lose his temper. He whispered, "I heard we might be in trouble!"
There was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his eyes. After all, their opponent this time was the prime minister.
The imperial prime minister, even if he was only a mascot in the past, this post and his family are not decorations, and they can easily make these "little minions" pay a heavy price.
Not to mention the decision made by ministers and His Majesty on the ruler's hall. Their opponents are not only the prime minister, but also his majesty and ministers.
At the thought that they would face such a terrible strife next, the middle-aged noble who spoke had a layer of sweat on his face.
As he pleaded guilty, he wiped the beads of sweat that seemed to never be wiped out until finally, his handkerchief was wet with sweat.
Lynch looked at him, looked at the others, shook his head easily, "so what?"
He comforted these people with his own attitude, including his words, "in my eyes, even the prime minister can't make people bow their heads!"
After he finished, he smiled easily and picked up the tea cup on the table, "moreover, we haven't lost yet!"
"But..." what else the nobleman wanted to say was interrupted by the little count.
He stared at the noble, "nothing, but Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, we didn't lose!"
His worship of Lynch is almost engraved in his bones. There is a blind worship complex. Even if Lynch says that the emperor will duel with the prime minister tomorrow and both will die suddenly, he believes it will be true.
People are willing to believe that a miracle is not too magical, but that it is too ordinary to question.
Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, they would have completed the accumulation that may take one or two generations or even two or three generations?
Lynch raised his hand and motioned to the little count to shut up. "When facing the foreign enemy, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite together. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy."
"Each of us is very important to us as a whole. No one can lose it."
"As for the problems you are worried about, there is no need to worry. As I said, no one will do anything to us."
He spoke very firmly, and his self-confidence infected others. These people's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.
I don't care about the comments of people around me gradually.
The emperor sat high on the steps. He looked at the prime minister quietly and said a lot about the follow-up treatment of Yuanrong capital.Facing the demands of investors, he didn't think much, but directly threw the problem to the prime minister, "what do you think?"In this regard, other ministers will not be bothered. In addition, the prime minister wants to get financial power, which has nothing to do with them, and they will not take the initiative to get involved.For other ministers, they now hold power and there is no possibility of losing power in a short time, so they don't have to take the initiative to do anything stupid.After a moment of silence, the prime minister said, "Your Majesty, it is not shameful to admit our mistakes. We should admit our mistakes in our work, so that inappropriate enterprises such as Yuanrong capital can be listed.""In this process, some people have made a disgraceful black money by some means. I think they should take out the money, compensate others, and give corresponding punitive fines.""We want these speculators and even people who have some relations with Yuanrong capital to understand that some money can't be taken!"After hearing this, his majesty thought that Lynch should be the most profitable person in this accident?If you take away the money he earned and punish him again, it seems to be a good proposal. Whether it is public or private, it is a great choice, which makes his majesty very excited.However, he did not immediately agree, but meditated for a while and thought about the details of the matter.The prime minister has sorted out the charges and has reasons. He will confiscate illegal income and then impose additional fines, so as not to cause the fear of some businessmen and foreign businessmen.The emperor nodded, "implement it as soon as possible..."If he wants power, he should do things that offend people. What good thing is that he doesn't pay anything and any benefits can be put in his pocket?Everything that happened in the ruler's hall soon spread out, and the already very lively Privy Council became more heated and noisy. Many aristocrats who had not come to the Privy Council for a long time appeared here, and they chatted with everyone like they came every day.In the past, the only thing the Privy Council could do except to pass the time was to sulk.There are so many nobles, so few people hold power, and the rest of the nobles have only one skin. How can people not be angry?But this time it's different. The new Chancellor of the exchequer may be born from the Privy Council. No matter whether he has a chance or not, everyone is trying to win more supporters as much as possible. In case of luck, the good things will fall on him?Moreover, the Privy Council also has Privy Council rules. Those old nobles will certainly choose the people in the Privy Council. It is likely to choose another representative from the hereditary nobles.Even if you are lucky enough to become a tribe, it is a good investment to have a good relationship with the future Chancellor of the Exchequer in advance.Maybe when this kind of human investment can be used, even a small official is good, at least he has power.Even if the chancellor of the Exchequer is the prime minister, they can show their existence and value in this process, which is the driving force of the nobility.Looking at the extremely lively hall, the smiles on the faces of several old nobles were somewhat helpless.At this time, there was a little talk at the door.These voices are different from other voices. The tone is a little higher, and there seems to be something... Strange in the tone, not entirely kind.People looked at the door, Lynch and his group came in, and the nobles at the door gradually spread the news to the depths of the hall."Lynch, those people are coming..." people are saying so, with some gloating in their tone and a fleeting greed in their eyes.In a short period of more than a month, this group of people made millions less and tens of millions more. Even those aristocrats with deep heritage are a little excited.Unfortunately, the ultimate benefit is this group of little nobles. They can't even protect their own interests, which is also the sadness of the little nobles.The envy of seeing others make money is mixed with some ridicule. What is hidden under the elegant and humble appearance of nobles is not as beautiful as their surface.The news from the ruler's hall was not only that the Privy Council discussed the nomination of the chancellor of the exchequer, but also that the prime minister intended to use Lynch and some other speculators to solve the demonstrators.They will lose as much money as they earn this time, and they will also be punished with a sum of money.Let's not discuss whether Lynch has money or not. In short, he is not a gavra. He will pat his ass and leave at that time. The remaining fines will not even take the initiativeIn this way, his majesty and some people who don't like Lynch can always hang Lynch high, so that all imperial people have a disgust for him.But for those who can't get away, they may become the first batch of bankrupt nobles. They certainly can't afford to pay huge fines. They can only really sell all their family property to pay compensation. They may soon be on the streets.The nobles in the Privy Council are looking forward to seeing the living bankrupt nobles in their lifetime. This kind of thing is not common.While people implicitly exclude this small group, they also make this small group more united.The little count stood behind Lynch. He clenched his fist and reluctantly loosened it. He couldn't do anything.The most direct "bitter fruit" brought about by his father's accidental death is not only the fragmentation of the family, but also the complete rupture of external contacts.These contacts were not inherited by the little count because there was no inheritor to connect the past and the next.He didn't like to come to the Privy Council very much. It made him feel strange here. Like now, the nobles not only didn't give him any sense of security, but were a little uneasy.Lynch properly blocked the malicious eyes of some nobles. He strode towards the inside and was not afraid of the malice in the eyes of some people."What's the matter?" he smiled and looked at the nobles around him. "Are you surprised to see me speechless?"Everyone was still very busy just now, but since Lynch came in, people close to him closed their mouths.This is a very strange phenomenon. Obviously, these people don't owe Lynch anything and have no problem with him. But at this moment, seeing Lynch, who is about to be unlucky, they want to keep a low profile.Even if he says something that seems provocative, people won't take him seriously."Have something to say to me?", he looked at the nobles around him. The nobles were still silent, and Lynch smiled. "Since there's nothing to say, get out of the way..."As he spoke, he went forward and stepped out one step, giving the nobles closest to him the illusion that the whole world began to shake with this step.The aristocrats' expressions changed one after another, became gloomy, and all retreated to one side to make way for Lynch.Lynch walked towards the middle of the hall with his head held high. It seemed that the little nobles behind him had regained their morale because of the short confrontation.When they arrived at the place where they stayed most often, the waiter soon brought drinks and cakes."Mr. Lynch..." a nobleman in his thirties was the first to lose his temper. He whispered, "I heard we might be in trouble!"There was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his eyes. After all, their opponent this time was the prime minister.The imperial prime minister, even if he was only a mascot in the past, this post and his family are not decorations, and they can easily make these "little minions" pay a heavy price.Not to mention the decision made by ministers and His Majesty on the ruler's hall. Their opponents are not only the prime minister, but also his majesty and ministers.At the thought that they would face such a terrible strife next, the middle-aged noble who spoke had a layer of sweat on his face.As he pleaded guilty, he wiped the beads of sweat that seemed to never be wiped out until finally, his handkerchief was wet with sweat.Lynch looked at him, looked at the others, shook his head easily, "so what?"He comforted these people with his own attitude, including his words, "in my eyes, even the prime minister can't make people bow their heads!"After he finished, he smiled easily and picked up the tea cup on the table, "moreover, we haven't lost yet!""But..." what else the nobleman wanted to say was interrupted by the little count.He stared at the noble, "nothing, but Mr. Lynch said we didn't lose, we didn't lose!"His worship of Lynch is almost engraved in his bones. There is a blind worship complex. Even if Lynch says that the emperor will duel with the prime minister tomorrow and both will die suddenly, he believes it will be true.People are willing to believe that a miracle is not too magical, but that it is too ordinary to question.Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, they would have completed the accumulation that may take one or two generations or even two or three generations?Lynch raised his hand and motioned to the little count to shut up. "When facing the foreign enemy, what we have to do is not to question my decision, but to unite together. Only in this way can we defeat the enemy.""Each of us is very important to us as a whole. No one can lose it.""As for the problems you are worried about, there is no need to worry. As I said, no one will do anything to us."He spoke very firmly, and his self-confidence infected others. These people's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.I don't care about the comments of people around me gradually.
