The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven Chapter 109

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After reading Adjani's letter in detail, Franz suddenly felt that everything around him was dull, and he completely lost the mood to continue leisurely leisurely.

Clearly the original plan to go further into the colonies in the interior of Namibia to check developments was no longer appropriate.

Not to mention the great feats of visiting the Pegmies in Cameroon and Chief Lewis, who had big dreams, and investigating the white chief, Colonel Morrison.

On May 28, 1842, after months of long voyage, Franz finally returned home. First landed in Venice, then took the train back to Vienna the next day.

Returning in a hurry, he didn't even have time to attend the triumphal ceremony in Venice, because a group of conspirators had already been operating since February 5, 1842.

They took advantage of the loopholes in installment payments to cash out and inflate the stock price. What's more frightening is that the high stock price was piled up by relying on the property and expected income of all the citizens of the empire.

(This is a continuation of the previous content, to the effect that civilians get the goods with installment payments, and then mortgage the goods to financiers.

Financiers then use the price difference to sell it abroad to make profits, or mortgage it to banks to obtain loans, and finally hand over the money to civilians, who use it to buy stocks in the hope of obtaining future income.

Then pay in installments to buy new goods, and then take out a loan...

See the previous chapter for details. )

In theory, this type of economic crisis should not occur at the moment. However, Austria's deformed economic structure and Franz's self-righteous "beneficial to the people" operation.

Coupled with the current torrent and the joint efforts of many parties with the participation of traders who have surpassed the times, this financial turmoil was finally caused.

To explain it in a popular way, a "gentleman" takes a beautiful woman to buy luxury goods like LV bags, diamond rings and gemstone necklaces on Saturday, but pays the bill with a check.

However, in the West in the nineteenth century, banks were closed on Saturdays. The clerk thought of an idea in order to avoid losses to the store and himself, and to retain customers.

That is to first withhold the items bought by the other party from the store, and wait until the bank opens on Sunday to cash the check before handing it over to the other party.

Reproduce the scene.

The smiling clerk stared at the "gentleman" and the beautiful woman, and then said kindly.

"Sorry, sir, the check you used cannot be cashed temporarily today. If you don't mind, you can temporarily store the leather bag you bought in the store for a day.

When the bank opens tomorrow, we will cash the check and return it to you in person, along with a beautiful hanging chain specially made by our shop. "

One day later, when the clerk rushed to the bank and found that it turned out to be a bad check, one can imagine his anger.

When the clerk who was tricked angrily found the "gentleman", the other party said "I hit base yesterday, thank you for your cooperation!"

"Sir, why are you playing tricks on me like this!" The clerk was still very angry.

But the cynical "gentleman" just responded with a slight smile.

"Sure enough, you don't know what art is. Since neither you, I nor the bank have any losses, shouldn't this be a happy ending? Even that stupid woman thinks that yesterday was because of love."

That's right, in the end, only the world where beautiful women were injured was achieved.

The "gentleman" here naturally represents profiteers, the clerk represents the royal family, the identity of the bank remains unchanged, and the beauties who are deceived are the common people who have been deceived.

Everyone is smug that their logic is flawless, and even the victim justifies being duped because of the expected income.

Not to mention the shrewd clerk and the cunning "gentleman" and the bank who always obeyed the rules; this is the essence of this crisis, and all Franz has to do at this time is "heroic rescue".

Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

"To be honest, you are also responsible for the situation that has deteriorated to the point where it is today." Franz said in a calm tone.

"But those economists and financiers think..."

Perhaps because of the excessive pressure, Adjani made mistakes in her judgment and reaction; she tried to change the subject and shirk responsibility.

Seeing Franz suddenly buried his face in the opponent's chest, this sudden action made her feel a little uneasy and confused. Please don't misunderstand, he just wanted to test whether the heartbeat would speed up when people were nervous, not to take advantage of others.

"Hey, you are also a veteran who deals with all kinds of groups. Can't you see that the so-called experts are a bunch of liars?"

"...but you told me to refer to their opinions more." Adjani began to change strategies and said a little aggrieved.

People who have never met her or don't know her well will be really confused by her and feel that what she said is serious. After all, when a beautiful woman behaves wronged and weak, it will always make people feel pity.

But Franz has seen it before, so he won't believe her evil.

"Miss Adjani, why are you still in your thirties..." Before Franz could finish his sentence, he was held in his arms by the temporarily excited opponent, unable to make a sound.

"Eighteen, no! I will always be as young as seventeen!" She, who is extremely sensitive to age, repeatedly emphasized.

Obviously age is the bane of women, no matter how proud and confident a woman is, she will break her defenses.

"Well, seventeen-year-old Miss Adjani, if you don't let go, I will suffocate to death."

Franz, who smiled wryly, regretted letting her go to the gym now. Although it is more eye-catching, but the strength seems to be rushing all the way in the direction of the superwoman.

Adjani could experience some changes in Franz. He seemed more mature and dangerous than ever, and more fascinating.

Of course, it's only for someone like her who has a strong desire to conquer, what others feel is a kind of cold and chilling intent.

After all, Franz dug a lot of holes during this trip. Although the wars and conflicts that have already been triggered have taken away the statements of countless people, they are just appetizers for the whole plan.

It is not known how many lives will be used to fill these pits in the days to come.

But one thing that hasn't changed is Franz's attitude of not knowing whether he is careless or confident.

Even she, an outsider, could see that Austria's financial crisis was imminent.

Faced with this extreme abnormal phenomenon, Franz, who is the backbone, still has the leisure to teach him a lesson, or to tease himself, which makes her feel very confused.

"Are you giving up on yourself?" Adjani asked maliciously, with a bad expression like a fox that just cheated a crow.

"Why do you ask such a question?" The future heir of Optimus Pillar, who was usually confident, had a blank expression at this moment, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Could it be that you didn't see the letter I sent for help?"

"It's over."

"Then why don't you seek a countermeasure?"

"Because there's no need for that."

"..." After a moment of silence, Ajani then asked: "Is it pretending to be calm or is it really helpless?"

"Of course not."

"I don't know what to say. In recent years, you have been worrying about the future of this country almost all the time.

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But today your attitude is quite different from before. Could it be that you have changed your views on those moths who engage in financial speculation? "

"I'm touched by your heartfelt words, but I know how to handle this matter."

Just as the conversation fell silent again, Franz grabbed the other person's "conscience" and said earnestly while looking into her eyes.

"Miss Adjani, please don't be so obvious the next time you act as a double agent. Although Solomon Rothschild did a good job this time, his overly conceited nature will sooner or later make him fall. And I guess he didn't Don't really trust anyone."

"Aren't you the same?" Adjani asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm very experienced. If I don't do this, how can I gain the trust of the other party? What's more, according to my investigation, the mastermind this time is not Solomon, but a young man named Soros.

The man was a Jewish merchant from the Ottomans. But according to my investigation, he was not born and raised locally, but a refugee from Hungary. Of course, this identity is also likely to be forged.

According to intelligence, this person is very likely to be related to the previous Hungarian slave trade incident, and more likely to be the real behind-the-scenes. In short, this is a very difficult opponent who needs to be taken care of.

In addition, their target price is 60 florins plan ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the harvest will be completed before August 18, 1842, which is a birthday present for you. At least that's what they said in internal meetings. "

It seemed that she had done a detailed investigation, but Franzton felt a little annoyed at the act of selling herself out.

"Miss Adjani, you have betrayed me thoroughly. I have been hiding for so many years, and I am blind for nothing."

"You know the proverb that says it? It's a shame that a child can't catch a wolf."

Ajani tilted her head and explained.

"So I'm that innocent kid?" Franz half joked, half self-deprecating.

"Isn't it for your age?" she asked rhetorically.

"Well, is there only so much information you get?"

"I wrote some more on the report. Yes, it's in the third drawer on the right in your study." Adjani whispered next to Franz.

"Only this?"

"Of course not only that, they also gave me 100,000 pounds, and bought a mansion in the United States and a ranch of 10 square kilometers, the address is in Boston.

If you fail and feel ashamed to face your family and country, you can consider setting foot on the New World with me. I will take care of you. "Ajani smiled.

"I advise you not to go to America." After some careful consideration, he said confidently.

"Why?" She asked as she looked at the other party's perfect face like a statue with great interest.

"It won't be peaceful there forever, and there may be bloodshed in the future."

Chapter end