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Chapter 78
13. Golden War – 2
In the end, this was only a trick of politicians to blame the sluggishness of the war and the failure of the battle only on the Commander.
Then they should give him enough authority to accompany his responsibilities, or give him enough support and assistance to continue the war!
Even if Britain is a ‘maritime empire’, shouldn’t it actively support the Army if it’s participating in a war on the continent?
British officers in the Allied forces were expressing widespread discontent over their country’s behavior that was only emphasizing the responsibility for defeat without thinking about what had been neglected.
“When we defeated Marmont’s Corps at Salamanca, all the media in the kingdom praised the Commander as if he were a legendary hero. We all remember that Westminster ministers and lawmakers were scrambling to lure him into their party. But now? This situation in which he’s pushed and criticized as if he were the source of all these failures and defeats is ridiculous. Now no one remembers how dangerous the Iberian Peninsula was before he came, and how much the troops here were desperate against the French.”
Major General Rowland Hill expressed the above lamentation at a drinking party with some coalition officers. Since the death of Marshal John Moore, tricolor flags had been covering the Iberian Peninsula.
The Spanish Provisional Government had been barely hanging on, crouching on a land of the size of a palm, Portugal was desperately trying protecting its territory, and the British Royal Council had been seriously considering abandoning the Iberian Peninsula.
Arthur Wellesley’s name was indispensable when talking about what had brought the war on the peninsula to the current situation when it had been almost completely defeated.
“The postwar reports that the staff officers and us wrote carefully clearly reveal our calling for the battle of Burgos. If they have a brain to think, they will know that the judgments we made in the battle at that time were the best decision. If it weren’t for the Commander, all our troops would have been trapped in Nabot’s camp, sitting on a cold floor waiting for their release. I have never seen anything more pathetic than them using the Commander and our troops as consumables for their political interests and provocative news.”
Arthur Wellesley had been a new hope for Iberia, which had only been considering the timing to raise a white flag, and had even brought the opportunity to turn the situation around.
Rowland Hill was the first to feel sympathy for his steely superior, whose credit was far from being recognized.
“As far as I know, Major General Hill was not originally very close to the Marquis. But after hearing your words today, I think you’ve changed your mind?”
Rowland Hill suddenly glanced at the brigadier general who asked a random question and burst into laughter.
“I was wondering who said this. The Brigadier General, who has been in Lisbon for two years, may well think so. You’re right. When the Commander was entrusted with general command of the entire peninsula, he received many complaints for a year.”
Arthur Wellesley was personally a very difficult man to get close to. He was known to be very aristocratic, authoritative and to have a cold-hearted personality.
Not only Rowland Hill but also other officers under his command had been uncomfortable around him. But that mood had completely changed in a year.
They saw his competence in the field, determination, leadership across many units, and his ability to win the most important victory.
When he began to advance north against a French army, that had never been defeated by Marshal John Moore, his personality was no longer a problem.
“But I do believe that no one will carelessly bring my words to the Commander’s ears.”
“Ha… Haha, of course, Major General.”
Rowland Hill poured the strong rum into his throat.
“I’m ignorant of the political situation and public opinion in Britain, but… as you said, it’s a pity if the Commander is in such trouble. In that sense, our country’s situation is a little better. At least we don’t have to be wary of anyone.”
He was Lieutenant General João Meldihortz, Chief of Staff of Brigadier General Francisco Pinto, Count of Amarante[1]. At first glance, his words may sound like Portugal was better than England, but those who gathered here knew that it was not.
The Portuguese royal family, including Queen Maria I and Regent João VI[2], quickly packed their bags and fled to their colony, Brazil, as soon as Napoleon Bonaparte invaded the Iberian Peninsula and advanced toward Portugal.
The same was true for the officials of the main cabinet of the government. A physical distance of thousands of miles was created between the administration and the military.
“That’s why our Portuguese army’s strategies or operations were not interrupted. There’s no one to criticize or blame us for winning or losing.”
It was not until the royal family and members of the government disappeared that the Portuguese military could choose a strategy solely for victory.
Coincidentally, only then did the Portuguese begin to see results. Lieutenant General Meldihortz complained about this.
“Uh… The hound that has lost its owner is better at fighting… There’s a reason why Nabot is flying around like that. In France, he’s at the top, so he doesn’t have anything to worry about.”
Rowland Hill looked at the stars outside the barracks with remorseful eyes. No matter how many complaints they had, they had to obey orders because they were soldiers.
The oppression coming from the country’s leaders and their resulting anger were soothed by alcohol. That way, they could go back to the battlefield with their uniforms and officers’ caps. The officers’ night was getting intense.
===
“The stock market in London is currently like the weather in Cambridge. It’s so gloomy and we don’t know when the rain clouds will disappear. Unless you’re denying the situation and have enough gold to fill the Thames, investing now would be way too risky.”
An old man said in an interview with London’s Economic Journal, Isle of Dogs. If he had been just an ordinary old man who enjoyed his grandchildren’s pranks, no one would have paid attention and would have come to cover the matter in an economic journal. But the old man’s name was Patrick Stuart, a man known as a financier legend in London.
Stuart began to gain fame when he bought a large amount of bonds from corporations that were on the southern coast that were circling at a bargain price in the markets in the midst of a war between Britain and France.
Everyone thought he was crazy. A stupid retirement official mocked him for spilling his old age funds in the Strait of Dover. But exactly five months later, the war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Amiens[3] between Britain and France.
As a result of the treaty, Britain occupied parts of the island of Sri Lanka that were previously controlled by the Dutch East India Company.
The price of the bonds of corporations that were on the southern coast soared madly and Patrick Stuart became one of the richest people in London’s financial district.
A man called the legend of investment was now advising people around the world through an economic magazine by saying ‘this is not the time to invest’. The weight of his words was definitely not light.
“Then, Stuart, Sir, when do you think the right time to invest will come? As you had expected the Treaty of Amiens to be signed, I think we can look forward to your prediction this time as well.”
“I’m not a prophet, unfortunately. Even Westminster, who was leading the war and negotiations, didn’t expect the gap between the two countries to narrow so quickly, so how could I know that? However… at that time, I thought that bonds of southern corporations had a lower market value compared to others. What greater opportunity than to buy a 3-pound thing for 8 ounces (0.5 pounds)? That’s why I was able to spend money without hesitation.”
With a gentle smile, Patrick Stuart continued.
“There is only one thing I want to say through this. This is certainly not the right time for investment. However, we sometimes meet winners who break through the odds and achieve tremendous success. I’m ashamed to say that I’m one of them. What I did at the time wasn’t so grand. I just bought and waited for things that were undervalued compared to the market value. After all, the most important thing in investing is to develop the right eye for value, and not just look at the flow of the market. If you remember and put into practice what I am saying, you will be able to achieve your desired results.”
“Thank you for your good words today. This was an interview with Patrick Stuart, who runs Stuart Bank of London.”
===
Britain, with Europe’s most advanced financial, securities and bond systems, had about 10 financial autonomous districts in London.
The amount of money they managed and operated was at least hundreds of thousands of pounds each. It was a huge ‘economy’ in itself, exceeding the annual revenue of most small and medium-sized countries in Europe.
London’s financial district, where all of Europe’s gold was gathered, deserved to be called the hub among hubs.
There was a reason why this small special borough, which was only about a square mile, was called the heart of Europe, or even of the world, beyond England.
Financial and securities firms had no choice but to establish corporations within financial autonomous districts that had corporate and income taxes reduction.
Therefore, many companies and businesses that received financial investment from them also established their headquarters near them, and, naturally, organizations of high-level experts, including patent offices, law firms, and accountants, also settled nearby.
The ‘City of London’ was the oldest financial autonomous municipality in the United Kingdom, with the London Stock Exchange and the Bank of England flying Union Jacks in its center.
The City of London, the city of gold and finance, was full of young people searching for success.
A secure income, a stable job, or an individual’s dream, a desire to succeed… Most of them experience painful failures and talent limitations and fell and disappeared.
Those who survived, however, could be reborn as hands controlling the entire British economy.
As the place where the most ‘golden trade’ took place in Europe, it was also a place where all kinds of humans could be seen and heard.
“It’s like the grasslands of Africa or the jungles of the Amazon River. It’s a place where you pick up things that fell around and eat them, because if you don’t grow as big as you can you’ll be eaten.”
Howard Buck was explaining the City of London’s ‘rules’ to a new recruit. Gordon Banks was one of the ten largest financial corporations in the City of London. And Howard Buck was the leader of Gordon Banks’ team.
“What’s the most important thing when deciding on investment in stocks and bonds?”
“You said information.”
“Yes, information. There are certainly people in this era who achieve legendary returns based on information that others don’t know, and who have collected enormous gold. Financial firms are all aware of the power of fast and accurate information.”
“…”
“In that sense, our team’s role is to get information about what Gordon Banks can invest in. Of course, this includes all the sordid and dirty information hidden from the rest of the world, as well as the media taboos.”
Buck flaunted his team by lifting his wild beard. The securities firm in London all ran their own intelligence teams, as did Buck’s Gordon Banks.
In addition, numerous spies were planted in the kingdom’s parliament, cabinet, and military, and they were collecting rumors and news that could make money.
“So we…”
Buck, who was helping the new recruit over a glass of beer, had to stop talking, staring elsewhere at some point.
Naturally, the newcomer’s face turned to the same side. They both looked at a group of men.
They paced outside for a moment before coming into the pub. The three men with black top hats were wearing very luxurious clothes and attire, and attracted the attention of all the people in the pub.
“W-what about them…?”
“…These are the humans I just told you about. They used information that others didn’t know and quickly became rich.”
Or they were lucky enough to be loved by God. The envy and jealousy in Buck’s expression seemed to never be able to go away.
The new recruit examined their appearance closely. Soon after, he found unique initials written on the front of their top hats.
‘L.V.C.’
Since its comet-like appearance at the end of September last year, it was an emerging financial company that had grown explosively, succeeding in every field and breaking records.
After feeling the envy and jealousy of all the financiers in the City of London, the three men took a quick look inside the pub, drank a glass of mead and left. The short laugh they left before leaving the pub seemed to laugh at the whole crowd inside.
“Damn it, I feel like crap.”
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Buck gulped down his beer. The new recruit also looked around and continued to drink his beer.
TL notes
[1] Francisco Pinto, Count of Amarante
[2] Maria I of Portugal, João VI
[3] The Treaty of Amiens was one of the treaties that ended the War of the Second Coalition, in which a coalition made of the United Kingdom, Russia, Austria, the Holy Roman Empire, Turkey, Sweden, Portugal and the Ottoman Empire fought and lost against France, its sister republics and Spain.
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Chapter 78
13. Golden War – 2
In the end, this was only a trick of politicians to blame the sluggishness of the war and the failure of the battle only on the Commander.
Then they should give him enough authority to accompany his responsibilities, or give him enough support and assistance to continue the war!
Even if Britain is a ‘maritime empire’, shouldn’t it actively support the Army if it’s participating in a war on the continent?
British officers in the Allied forces were expressing widespread discontent over their country’s behavior that was only emphasizing the responsibility for defeat without thinking about what had been neglected.
“When we defeated Marmont’s Corps at Salamanca, all the media in the kingdom praised the Commander as if he were a legendary hero. We all remember that Westminster ministers and lawmakers were scrambling to lure him into their party. But now? This situation in which he’s pushed and criticized as if he were the source of all these failures and defeats is ridiculous. Now no one remembers how dangerous the Iberian Peninsula was before he came, and how much the troops here were desperate against the French.”
Major General Rowland Hill expressed the above lamentation at a drinking party with some coalition officers. Since the death of Marshal John Moore, tricolor flags had been covering the Iberian Peninsula.
The Spanish Provisional Government had been barely hanging on, crouching on a land of the size of a palm, Portugal was desperately trying protecting its territory, and the British Royal Council had been seriously considering abandoning the Iberian Peninsula.
Arthur Wellesley’s name was indispensable when talking about what had brought the war on the peninsula to the current situation when it had been almost completely defeated.
“The postwar reports that the staff officers and us wrote carefully clearly reveal our calling for the battle of Burgos. If they have a brain to think, they will know that the judgments we made in the battle at that time were the best decision. If it weren’t for the Commander, all our troops would have been trapped in Nabot’s camp, sitting on a cold floor waiting for their release. I have never seen anything more pathetic than them using the Commander and our troops as consumables for their political interests and provocative news.”
Arthur Wellesley had been a new hope for Iberia, which had only been considering the timing to raise a white flag, and had even brought the opportunity to turn the situation around.
Rowland Hill was the first to feel sympathy for his steely superior, whose credit was far from being recognized.
“As far as I know, Major General Hill was not originally very close to the Marquis. But after hearing your words today, I think you’ve changed your mind?”
Rowland Hill suddenly glanced at the brigadier general who asked a random question and burst into laughter.
“I was wondering who said this. The Brigadier General, who has been in Lisbon for two years, may well think so. You’re right. When the Commander was entrusted with general command of the entire peninsula, he received many complaints for a year.”
Arthur Wellesley was personally a very difficult man to get close to. He was known to be very aristocratic, authoritative and to have a cold-hearted personality.
Not only Rowland Hill but also other officers under his command had been uncomfortable around him. But that mood had completely changed in a year.
They saw his competence in the field, determination, leadership across many units, and his ability to win the most important victory.
When he began to advance north against a French army, that had never been defeated by Marshal John Moore, his personality was no longer a problem.
“But I do believe that no one will carelessly bring my words to the Commander’s ears.”
“Ha… Haha, of course, Major General.”
Rowland Hill poured the strong rum into his throat.
“I’m ignorant of the political situation and public opinion in Britain, but… as you said, it’s a pity if the Commander is in such trouble. In that sense, our country’s situation is a little better. At least we don’t have to be wary of anyone.”
He was Lieutenant General João Meldihortz, Chief of Staff of Brigadier General Francisco Pinto, Count of Amarante[1]. At first glance, his words may sound like Portugal was better than England, but those who gathered here knew that it was not.
The Portuguese royal family, including Queen Maria I and Regent João VI[2], quickly packed their bags and fled to their colony, Brazil, as soon as Napoleon Bonaparte invaded the Iberian Peninsula and advanced toward Portugal.
The same was true for the officials of the main cabinet of the government. A physical distance of thousands of miles was created between the administration and the military.
“That’s why our Portuguese army’s strategies or operations were not interrupted. There’s no one to criticize or blame us for winning or losing.”
It was not until the royal family and members of the government disappeared that the Portuguese military could choose a strategy solely for victory.
Coincidentally, only then did the Portuguese begin to see results. Lieutenant General Meldihortz complained about this.
“Uh… The hound that has lost its owner is better at fighting… There’s a reason why Nabot is flying around like that. In France, he’s at the top, so he doesn’t have anything to worry about.”
Rowland Hill looked at the stars outside the barracks with remorseful eyes. No matter how many complaints they had, they had to obey orders because they were soldiers.
The oppression coming from the country’s leaders and their resulting anger were soothed by alcohol. That way, they could go back to the battlefield with their uniforms and officers’ caps. The officers’ night was getting intense.
===
“The stock market in London is currently like the weather in Cambridge. It’s so gloomy and we don’t know when the rain clouds will disappear. Unless you’re denying the situation and have enough gold to fill the Thames, investing now would be way too risky.”
An old man said in an interview with London’s Economic Journal, Isle of Dogs. If he had been just an ordinary old man who enjoyed his grandchildren’s pranks, no one would have paid attention and would have come to cover the matter in an economic journal. But the old man’s name was Patrick Stuart, a man known as a financier legend in London.
Stuart began to gain fame when he bought a large amount of bonds from corporations that were on the southern coast that were circling at a bargain price in the markets in the midst of a war between Britain and France.
Everyone thought he was crazy. A stupid retirement official mocked him for spilling his old age funds in the Strait of Dover. But exactly five months later, the war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Amiens[3] between Britain and France.
As a result of the treaty, Britain occupied parts of the island of Sri Lanka that were previously controlled by the Dutch East India Company.
The price of the bonds of corporations that were on the southern coast soared madly and Patrick Stuart became one of the richest people in London’s financial district.
A man called the legend of investment was now advising people around the world through an economic magazine by saying ‘this is not the time to invest’. The weight of his words was definitely not light.
“Then, Stuart, Sir, when do you think the right time to invest will come? As you had expected the Treaty of Amiens to be signed, I think we can look forward to your prediction this time as well.”
“I’m not a prophet, unfortunately. Even Westminster, who was leading the war and negotiations, didn’t expect the gap between the two countries to narrow so quickly, so how could I know that? However… at that time, I thought that bonds of southern corporations had a lower market value compared to others. What greater opportunity than to buy a 3-pound thing for 8 ounces (0.5 pounds)? That’s why I was able to spend money without hesitation.”
With a gentle smile, Patrick Stuart continued.
“There is only one thing I want to say through this. This is certainly not the right time for investment. However, we sometimes meet winners who break through the odds and achieve tremendous success. I’m ashamed to say that I’m one of them. What I did at the time wasn’t so grand. I just bought and waited for things that were undervalued compared to the market value. After all, the most important thing in investing is to develop the right eye for value, and not just look at the flow of the market. If you remember and put into practice what I am saying, you will be able to achieve your desired results.”
“Thank you for your good words today. This was an interview with Patrick Stuart, who runs Stuart Bank of London.”
===
Britain, with Europe’s most advanced financial, securities and bond systems, had about 10 financial autonomous districts in London.
The amount of money they managed and operated was at least hundreds of thousands of pounds each. It was a huge ‘economy’ in itself, exceeding the annual revenue of most small and medium-sized countries in Europe.
London’s financial district, where all of Europe’s gold was gathered, deserved to be called the hub among hubs.
There was a reason why this small special borough, which was only about a square mile, was called the heart of Europe, or even of the world, beyond England.
Financial and securities firms had no choice but to establish corporations within financial autonomous districts that had corporate and income taxes reduction.
Therefore, many companies and businesses that received financial investment from them also established their headquarters near them, and, naturally, organizations of high-level experts, including patent offices, law firms, and accountants, also settled nearby.
The ‘City of London’ was the oldest financial autonomous municipality in the United Kingdom, with the London Stock Exchange and the Bank of England flying Union Jacks in its center.
The City of London, the city of gold and finance, was full of young people searching for success.
A secure income, a stable job, or an individual’s dream, a desire to succeed… Most of them experience painful failures and talent limitations and fell and disappeared.
Those who survived, however, could be reborn as hands controlling the entire British economy.
As the place where the most ‘golden trade’ took place in Europe, it was also a place where all kinds of humans could be seen and heard.
“It’s like the grasslands of Africa or the jungles of the Amazon River. It’s a place where you pick up things that fell around and eat them, because if you don’t grow as big as you can you’ll be eaten.”
Howard Buck was explaining the City of London’s ‘rules’ to a new recruit. Gordon Banks was one of the ten largest financial corporations in the City of London. And Howard Buck was the leader of Gordon Banks’ team.
“What’s the most important thing when deciding on investment in stocks and bonds?”
“You said information.”
“Yes, information. There are certainly people in this era who achieve legendary returns based on information that others don’t know, and who have collected enormous gold. Financial firms are all aware of the power of fast and accurate information.”
“…”
“In that sense, our team’s role is to get information about what Gordon Banks can invest in. Of course, this includes all the sordid and dirty information hidden from the rest of the world, as well as the media taboos.”
Buck flaunted his team by lifting his wild beard. The securities firm in London all ran their own intelligence teams, as did Buck’s Gordon Banks.
In addition, numerous spies were planted in the kingdom’s parliament, cabinet, and military, and they were collecting rumors and news that could make money.
“So we…”
Buck, who was helping the new recruit over a glass of beer, had to stop talking, staring elsewhere at some point.
Naturally, the newcomer’s face turned to the same side. They both looked at a group of men.
They paced outside for a moment before coming into the pub. The three men with black top hats were wearing very luxurious clothes and attire, and attracted the attention of all the people in the pub.
“W-what about them…?”
“…These are the humans I just told you about. They used information that others didn’t know and quickly became rich.”
Or they were lucky enough to be loved by God. The envy and jealousy in Buck’s expression seemed to never be able to go away.
The new recruit examined their appearance closely. Soon after, he found unique initials written on the front of their top hats.
‘L.V.C.’
Since its comet-like appearance at the end of September last year, it was an emerging financial company that had grown explosively, succeeding in every field and breaking records.
After feeling the envy and jealousy of all the financiers in the City of London, the three men took a quick look inside the pub, drank a glass of mead and left. The short laugh they left before leaving the pub seemed to laugh at the whole crowd inside.
“Damn it, I feel like crap.”
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Buck gulped down his beer. The new recruit also looked around and continued to drink his beer.
TL notes
[1] Francisco Pinto, Count of Amarante
[2] Maria I of Portugal, João VI
[3] The Treaty of Amiens was one of the treaties that ended the War of the Second Coalition, in which a coalition made of the United Kingdom, Russia, Austria, the Holy Roman Empire, Turkey, Sweden, Portugal and the Ottoman Empire fought and lost against France, its sister republics and Spain.
Chapter 7813. Golden War 2Inthe end, this wasonly a trick of politicians to blame the sluggishnessofthe war andthe failureofthe battle only on the Commander.Then theyshould givehim enough authoritytoaccompany his responsibilities, or give him enoughsupport andassistance to continue thewar!Even if Britain is amaritime empire', shouldn't it actively support the Army if it'sparticipating in a war on thecontinent?British officers in theAllied forces were expressingwidespread discontent overtheircountry's behavior thatwas onlyemphasizingthe responsibility for defeatwithout thinking about what had been neglected.When we defeated Marmont's Corps at Salamanca, all themediainthe kingdompraised theCommander as if he werea legendaryhero. Weall remember thatWestminsterministers and lawmakerswere scrambling to lurehim intotheirparty. But now? Thissituation in which he'spushed and criticized as if he werethe source of allthesefailuresand defeatsisridiculous. Now no one remembershow dangerous theIberian Peninsulawas before he came, andhow muchthe troops here weredesperate againstthe French.Major General RowlandHill expressedthe above lamentation at adrinkingpartywith some coalition officers. Sincethe death of MarshalJohn Moore, tricolorflagshad beencoveringthe IberianPeninsula.The SpanishProvisionalGovernment hadbeen barelyhanging on, crouching on aland of thesize of a palm, Portugal was desperately tryingprotecting itsterritory, andthe BritishRoyalCouncil hadbeen seriouslyconsideringabandoning theIberian Peninsula.ArthurWellesley'sname wasindispensable when talkingaboutwhat hadbrought thewar on the peninsulatothe currentsituation whenithad beenalmost completelydefeated.The postwarreports that the staff officers anduswrotecarefully clearlyreveal our calling for thebattle of Burgos. Ifthey have abraintothink, theywill know thatthe judgments we made in the battleatthat time werethe bestdecision. If it weren'tfor the Commander, all ourtroops would havebeen trapped in Nabot'scamp, sitting on a coldfloorwaiting fortheirrelease. I have never seenanythingmore pathetic than themusingthe Commander andour troops as consumables fortheirpolitical interests andprovocativenews.ArthurWellesley had been anew hopefor Iberia, whichhad onlybeen considering thetiming to raise awhiteflag, and had even broughtthe opportunity to turnthe situation around.Rowland Hillwas the first to feel sympathy for hissteely superior, whose creditwas far from being recognized.Asfar as I know, MajorGeneral Hill was notoriginally very close to the Marquis. Butafterhearing your words today, I think you've changed yourmind?Rowland Hillsuddenlyglanced at thebrigadier generalwho asked arandom question and burst into laughter.I was wondering whosaid this. TheBrigadier General, who hasbeen in Lisbonfor two years, may wellthinkso. You're right. When theCommander was entrustedwith general commandofthe entire peninsula, he received manycomplaints fora year.Arthur Wellesleywas personallya very difficult mantoget close to. He wasknowntobevery aristocratic, authoritativeand to havea cold-heartedpersonality.Notonly Rowland Hillbut alsootherofficersunderhis commandhad beenuncomfortable aroundhim. Butthat mood had completely changedina year.They sawhis competenceinthe field, determination, leadership across many units, andhis abilitytowin the most important victory.When he began to advance north againsta Frencharmy, that hadneverbeen defeated by Marshal JohnMoore, his personality wasnolonger aproblem.ButI do believe thatnoone willcarelessly bring my words to theCommander'sears.Ha Haha, ofcourse, Major General.RowlandHill pouredthe strong ruminto histhroat.I'm ignorant of thepolitical situation andpublic opinioninBritain, but as you said, it's apity if theCommander is in suchtrouble. Inthat sense, our country's situationisa littlebetter. At least we don't have to be waryofanyone.He was Lieutenant GeneralJooMeldihortz, ChiefofStaffofBrigadier GeneralFrancisco Pinto, Count of Amarante1. Atfirstglance, hiswordsmay sound likePortugalwas better than England, but those whogatheredhere knew thatitwas not.The Portuguese royal family, including Queen Maria I and Regent Joo VI2, quickly packedtheirbags andfled to their colony, Brazil, assoon as Napoleon Bonaparteinvaded theIberian Peninsulaand advanced toward Portugal.The same was true for theofficials of the main cabinetofthe government. A physicaldistanceofthousands of miles was created betweenthe administration and themilitary.That's why ourPortuguese army'sstrategies or operations werenot interrupted. There's no one to criticizeorblameusfor winningorlosing.It was notuntilthe royal family andmembers of thegovernment disappeared that the Portuguese military could choose a strategy solely forvictory.Coincidentally, only thendid the Portuguese begin to see results. Lieutenant GeneralMeldihortz complained about this.Uh The hound thathas lostits owner is better at fighting There's areason why Nabot is flyingaround likethat. InFrance, he's at the top, so he doesn'thave anything to worry about.Rowland Hilllooked at the stars outside the barracks with remorsefuleyes. Nomatter how many complaintsthey had, theyhad to obeyorders becausethey were soldiers.The oppressioncoming fromthe country's leaders and their resultingangerwere soothed by alcohol. Thatway, they could go backtothe battlefield withtheiruniformsand officers' caps. Theofficers' night was getting intense.===The stock marketinLondon is currently like the weather in Cambridge. It's so gloomyand we don't knowwhen therain cloudswill disappear. Unless you'redenying thesituation and have enough gold to fillthe Thames, investing now would be waytoo risky.An old mansaid in an interviewwith London's Economic Journal, Isle of Dogs. If he had been justanordinaryold man whoenjoyed hisgrandchildren's pranks, noone would havepaid attentionand would havecome to cover thematter in an economic journal. But theold man's namewas PatrickStuart, a man known as a financier legendinLondon.Stuart began to gainfame when he bought a large amount of bonds from corporations that wereonthe southern coast thatwere circling at a bargainpriceinthe marketsinthe midst of awar betweenBritain andFrance.Everyonethought he wascrazy. A stupid retirementofficialmocked him forspillinghis old agefundsinthe Strait of Dover. But exactlyfive monthslater, the warendedwith thesigning of theTreaty of Amiens3between Britainand France.As aresult of the treaty, Britainoccupiedpartsofthe island of SriLankathat were previouslycontrolled by theDutchEast India Company.The price of the bonds of corporationsthat were on the southern coast soaredmadlyand PatrickStuart became oneofthe richestpeople in London's financial district.A man called thelegend of investmentwas now advising peoplearound the world through an economic magazine by saying this is notthe timetoinvest'. The weight of hiswordswas definitelynot light.Then, Stuart, Sir, when do you think therighttime to investwill come? As youhad expected the TreatyofAmiens to be signed, I think we canlook forward to yourprediction this timeaswell.I'm not a prophet, unfortunately. EvenWestminster, who wasleading thewar and negotiations, didn't expectthe gap between the twocountries to narrow so quickly, so howcouldI know that? However atthat time, I thoughtthat bonds of southern corporationshad alowermarket value compared to others. What greater opportunity thantobuy a3-pound thing for8 ounces0.5 pounds? That'swhy I was abletospendmoneywithout hesitation.Witha gentlesmile, PatrickStuart continued.There is only one thing I wanttosay throughthis. This is certainlynot the right time for investment. However, we sometimesmeet winners who break through the odds and achieve tremendoussuccess. I'm ashamedtosay thatI'm one of them. What I did at the time wasn't so grand. I just bought andwaited for thingsthat were undervalued compared to the marketvalue. After all, the mostimportant thing in investing is to develop the right eyefor value, andnot justlook at theflow of themarket. If yourememberand put into practice whatI am saying, you will be abletoachieve your desiredresults.Thankyou for your goodwordstoday. Thiswas an interview with PatrickStuart, whoruns StuartBank of London.===Britain, withEurope'smost advanced financial, securitiesand bondsystems, had about 10 financial autonomous districts in London.Theamount of money theymanaged andoperatedwas at least hundreds of thousands of poundseach. Itwas ahuge economy' initself, exceedingthe annual revenue of mostsmalland medium-sized countriesinEurope.London'sfinancial district, where allofEurope'sgold wasgathered, deserved to be called thehub among hubs.There wasa reasonwhy thissmallspecial borough, which wasonly about a square mile, wascalled the heart of Europe, or evenofthe world, beyondEngland.Financial andsecurities firms hadnochoice but to establishcorporations within financialautonomous districtsthat hadcorporate and incometaxesreduction.Therefore, many companies andbusinesses that received financial investment fromthem also established their headquarters near them, and, naturally, organizations of high-levelexperts, including patent offices, lawfirms, and accountants, also settled nearby.The City of London' was theoldest financial autonomous municipality in theUnited Kingdom, withthe London Stock Exchange andthe BankofEngland flyingUnionJacksinits center.The City of London, the cityofgold andfinance, was fullofyoungpeople searching forsuccess.A secure income, a stablejob, or an individual'sdream, adesire to succeed Most of them experiencepainful failures andtalent limitations and fell and disappeared.Those who survived, however, couldbereborn as hands controlling the entireBritish economy.Asthe place where the most goldentrade' tookplaceinEurope, it wasalso a place where all kinds of humanscouldbeseen andheard.It's like the grasslands of Africa or thejungles of theAmazon River. It's aplacewhereyou pickupthings thatfell aroundand eat them, because if you don't grow as big as youcan you'll be eaten.HowardBuck wasexplaining theCity of London's rules' to anew recruit. Gordon Banks wasone of the tenlargest financialcorporations in the City of London. And Howard Buck was theleader of Gordon Banks' team.What'sthe mostimportant thing whendecidingoninvestment in stocksand bonds?Yousaid information.Yes, information. Thereare certainly peopleinthis erawho achievelegendary returnsbasedoninformationthat othersdon'tknow, and who have collected enormous gold. Financialfirmsare all aware of thepoweroffast andaccurateinformation.In that sense, ourteam's roleistoget information about whatGordon Banks can investin. Of course, this includes allthe sordid anddirtyinformationhidden fromthe restofthe world, as well as the media taboos.Buck flaunted histeam by lifting his wild beard. Thesecurities firm in London allran their own intelligenceteams, as did Buck'sGordon Banks.Inaddition, numerous spies wereplanted in thekingdom's parliament, cabinet, and military, and theywere collecting rumors andnews that could makemoney.SoweBuck, whowas helpingthe new recruit overa glass of beer, hadtostop talking, staring elsewhere at some point.Naturally, thenewcomer's face turned to thesame side. They bothlooked at agroupofmen.They paced outside for a moment beforecoming intothe pub. The three men with black top hats werewearing very luxurious clothes and attire, and attractedthe attention of allthe people in thepub.W-what about them?These arethe humans I justtold youabout. Theyused information that others didn'tknow andquickly becamerich.Or they wereluckyenough to be loved by God. The envyand jealousy in Buck's expression seemed to never be able to go away.Thenew recruitexaminedtheirappearance closely. Soon after, he found uniqueinitialswritten on thefrontoftheirtop hats.L.V.C.'Sinceits comet-likeappearance at theend of September last year, it was an emerging financialcompany that had grown explosively, succeeding in every field andbreakingrecords.After feelingthe envyand jealousy of all thefinanciers in theCity of London, the three mentook a quick lookinside the pub, drank aglassofmead andleft. The short laugh theyleft beforeleaving thepub seemed to laugh at thewholecrowdinside.Damnit, I feel like crap.Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site OnlyBuck gulpeddown hisbeer. The new recruit alsolooked around andcontinued to drink his beer.TL notes1Francisco Pinto, Count of Amarante2MariaI of Portugal,Joo VI3TheTreaty of Amienswas one of thetreatiesthat ended theWar of the SecondCoalition, in which a coalition made of the UnitedKingdom, Russia, Austria, theHoly Roman Empire, Turkey, Sweden, Portugal andthe OttomanEmpire fought andlost against France, its sister republicsand Spain.