Chapter 1227 National Team vs. Rothschild (Second update, please subscribe)

Lin Sen drove out of the company's front door in a BMW driven by his driver and returned to his apartment on the fourth floor of Shengshi Building behind Xin'an Hotel. Unlike ordinary apartments, this was a luxury apartment. Those who lived in this apartment were either senior executives of large companies or financial elites.

In a word, they are all rich people!

According to Lin Sen's plan, he was going to take a hot bath and have a dinner from the restaurant. At this time, he sat in the car, leaning back and lighting a cigar after work.

As the car was driving on the road, Lin Sen wondered whether he should call Shirley, a high-end call girl. As a financial investment elite, although he had a wife, he also had a lover, but his lover was the kind that spent money.

In Lin Sen's opinion, relationships built with money are the easiest, and high-end call girls...are cheaper and less troublesome than lovers. After all, his energy is limited.

As the car continued to move forward, the driver stopped to buy a newspaper when passing a newsstand, and then handed him a late-arriving "Yingtian Evening News". A piece of news in the latest news column caught his eye. The news was published in the middle of "Horse Race Announcement" - compared with social news, horse racing news attracted more attention.

Lin Sen took a look at it for a few seconds, then he looked out the window at the chaotic traffic and the crowded pedestrians. Some people were dragging their feet towards the subway station, while others were walking towards the bus with heavy and slow steps. These tired people returned to their homes in the suburbs after another busy day in Yingtian Central Business District.

Ordinary people’s lives are very hard every day. In fact, Lin Sen also has a hard time. If it were someone else, they would have finished work by now, but what about now?

As he looked out the window, an idea began to form. Other people might have just laughed off the news, but Lin Sen was not that kind of person. He was a financial investor, but he was also a pirate, a pirate who used finance to rob and was proud of it. For him, the financial market was the sea where he plundered wealth.

The news in the evening paper made him keenly smell the scent of wealth. The title of the news was:

The Imperial Ministry of Revenue once again held a meeting on the issue of "dual gold standard" and the devaluation of silver!

What is the next meeting?

Is the empire's "dual gold standard" about to be shaken?

At least now, the outside world is forming this idea. But they don't know that this is just an illusion. A deliberately created illusion.

This is the first bait thrown by the Empire in this money game, just waiting for those people to bite it.

Lin Sen muttered to himself with a slight raise of his lips.

"The bait has been dug, it depends on whether they jump or not..."

who are they?

Lin Sen had a clear answer in his mind. Well, he was not only an elite in financial investment, but also worked at the Imperial Central Bank. In the past half month, he and his colleagues had been implementing a plan.

Now the plan has begun...

Every plan has its target. In the plan, there are hunters, baits, and of course prey.

Sometimes, people forget the saying that a good hunter often appears as a prey!

However, when he appears as prey, the outside world will only see him as prey, fat meat, and an opportunity...

"This is our chance, sir. I'll stake my head on it if we take it, and it will make us millions of pounds. The only question is whether we are willing to take it."

Standing in front of Lionel Rothschild, Edward seemed extremely humble. He even controlled his breathing rhythm involuntarily. After all, Lionel Rothschild was the soul of the entire family and he was in charge of the entire family.

Lionel Rothschild was undoubtedly extremely successful as a banker. He once worked with the same prime minister to spend a huge sum of money to buy control of the Suez Canal for the British government before Parliament approved it. That investment may not have brought him much return, but it earned him praise from the London political circle, and sometimes praise is the best reward.

"I know, I know..."

Sir Lionel patted Edward on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about this problem anymore. Your report has been sent to us from Downing Street. We all know that this is an opportunity. As the Ming Empire's "silver standard" is shaken, market confidence is also shaken. Once the Indian Governor-General's Office abolishes the "silver standard", the decline in silver prices will be extremely terrifying. As you said, we can indeed make a lot of money from it. As for gold... Now that a large amount of gold has been mined in the gold mines in southern Africa, Britain will control more than half of the world's gold supply in the future, which means that Britain will control half of the world's currency supply."

Sir Lionel had a smile on his face. He saw that it was not just about making money by taking advantage of the plummeting silver prices. He thought about continuously reaping the world's wealth with the help of the "gold standard". As a supporter of the gold standard, he was very clear about the benefits.

"What are you going to do after this investment? What's your next adventure?"

"I don't know, sir. I just want to get this thing done."

Edward said cautiously.

"Want to make more friends?"

Sir Lionel asked, smiling.

"Friends? Sir, what do you mean?"

Edward immediately understood what Lionel meant.

"Frankly speaking, this matter is of great importance and I am very worried about it. It involves..."

Before he could finish, Lionel said.

"You can tell them that I...Lionel Rothschild, invested £5 million. Well, you need to build your own network, my son."

When Lionel looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were full of admiration. This guy was indeed a smart guy.

Not only did he cleverly see the weaknesses of the Ming Empire, but more importantly, he saw the wealth hidden therein. Naturally, he admired such a shrewd young man very much.

Of course, he was not the only one who joined in, but also other members of his family. This was a good opportunity to make a fortune, so how could he and his family miss it?

A few dozen minutes later, when Edward was leaving Lionel Rothschild's estate in a car, the timid look on his face immediately disappeared.

"When it's all over, I'll be free,"

Edward smiled proudly and said,

"No matter what, you'll see what I can accomplish."

Who was he talking to?

What did he mean by freedom?

Perhaps only he himself knew that while the car was driving, Edward lit a cigar, as if celebrating his success. In the next few days, he continued to move among the dignitaries in London, and soon he successfully lobbied a group of dignitaries to join his plan.

While Edward was wandering around, he didn't know that someone was watching his every move. Soon, as a large amount of funds poured into the silver market, a telegram was sent to Ming Dynasty.

"The eagle is already in the cage!"

The telegram was in plain text, sent through the Atlantic telegraph line, without any concealment. In fact, similar telegrams were sent every day, and no one knew what the telegram meant...

(End of this chapter)