Chapter 735 The Ninth Golden Pound
The moment Horn finished speaking, Duterty stood up with the carved armrests of the padded seat.
"Saint Sun Mian's proposal is really courageous!" He stroked the silver Meige Tianping Badge on his chest, "But regarding the specific operation, please allow your most loyal servant to ask a few small questions."
"Of course, I'm here today to make a guarantee for you. If you have any questions, everyone can raise them and discuss them." Horn still smiled gently.
"For example..." Duterty coughed, and the shadow just enveloped the "Sun's Smile" on the wall. "You know, secret transactions between merchants are traditional because they are afraid of persecution of power... Of course I am talking about aristocrats.
This custom is really hard to change for us, Mr. Crown. "
"Yes, too strict supervision will make business difficult. "
"We are professional talents and will manage ourselves. "
Many senior partners around nodded in agreement. They were originally supervised by nobles, but now they have turned over and become masters. Do they still have to continue to be supervised? "Don't they be responsible? "Before Horn had time to speak, Catherine spoke first, "You might as well ask yourself, are you that clean? ”
"I..."
A senior partner was about to speak, but Catherine snatched the topic: "Do you think you are clean? Do you want me to read what you have done in front of so many people?"
The senior partner instantly deflated: "I don't mean that, who is that, add water."
Seeing that his voice on his side was a little depressed by Catherine, Duterty quickly continued to raise the rhythm: "Many people hate the rich. Carrying this real-name system is undoubtedly to make a form for the robbers and bandits, and directly follow the form to kidnap votes."
"The real-name system does not mean to be completely disclosed to the public. Besides, this is not the past.
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Before independence, you have to hide your money when you make it. After independence, you have to hide it. So what are you doing for independence? "Hone spread his hands and said, "The chamber of commerce workshops you registered will be kept in the city hall files, and only those with more than authority can retrieve them.
And unlike the past reliance on trust and relationships, this real-name ownership depends on the law.
You all know that the courts now will not be judged freely by a nobleman in just a few words. Do you think the judge cannot make a fair judgment? ”
“No, no, no. "Dutty naturally would not leave a message to Horn in such politically correct right and wrong. "I mean that the judge will naturally make a fair judgment, but he always has clerks or other employees... You know, many aristocrats are actually not bad in character, mainly because the people below are badly executed..."
Even Horn can't answer this point because he himself cannot guarantee the moral level of the judge, because there are always counterexamples.
Even if he uses the charity card to monitor, he cannot ensure the operation of the lowest mechanism. He can only manually debug it again and again to perform sports-style wave clearance. "That's why I want to establish a Holy Father's Church in the Megdi Chamber of Commerce. It is impossible to form a check and balance between corrupt and minor officials. You will always be coerced." "But the real-name system of finance plus the Holy Father's Church of finance, you don't think there is too much manpower required, which increases the chance of corrupt people, right?" "The real-name system of finance is a national policy!" Milson, who really couldn't stand it, slammed the table, "The higher the higher the country and the lower the citizens. Why can't this great good thing be implemented!" "The lower the citizens, is it your lower the benefit of you, Milson?"
"The lower the benefit of the citizens, is it your lower the benefit of you?"
"You make money well and make money well. What do you have to do with financial stocks? You have to spit it out after eating what you shouldn't eat."
"Why did we have to suffer so much? It's just a few days ago, why are there people coming to pick peaches again?"
"Are you talking about the Holy Grandson picking peaches? You're so brave!"
"I'll tell you, you Milson picking everyone's peaches!"
As Milson jumped into the venue, the quarrels poured like a rainstorm.
Old Eddie looked at the tea leaves floating in his tea cup, and the fermented leaves trembled in the clear red water.
When he raised his head, he was facing the hard hose pen that was turning diagonally between Horn's fingers. The pen jumped at Horn's fingertips like a butterfly.
At this time, Duterti, who was the provoker, did not participate in the quarrel, but sat down slowly.
While picking up the tea cup to drink, his eyes were looking out through the gap between the lid of the tea cup and the edge of the tea cup.
In his impression, there should have been 12 people supporting him, but amid the chaotic quarrel, the voices of both sides were evenly matched.
Of course, this is due to Horn's presence, but according to his vision, even if Horn is present, the double gap is not enough to make the voice even.
Eddie and Brandon, two of them, had agreed before, and were drinking coffee leisurely at this moment.
There is also Mrs. Margaret still holding her little pearl bag without saying a word, as if she was unwilling to get involved in the rude quarrel.
This group of senior partners is still a nouveau riche, and when they see such powerful as Horn, they can't speak.
Can't continue the argument.
Amid the fierce quarrel and discussion, Duterti didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional to put the bone porcelain tea cup heavily on the table.
Seeing everyone's eyes gathered, he suddenly raised his tone: "Since the differences are so big, it is better to decide according to the tradition of the Chamber of Commerce and use the vote under the witness of the Holy Father!"
Soon, the attendant walked in with a special ballot box and used the ballot box transformed by the early donation box of the Megdi Chamber of Commerce.
"If you agree with the two proposals, please put the gold pound into the cash box on the right." Catherine's voice flooded the venue like the water of the Naoan River in winter. "If you object, please put the gold pound into the cash box on the left."
As the proposer, Duterty took the lead in sneering and took out a gold pound - in the early days, the Megdi Chamber of Commerce could only vote with dinar, but now it can use gold pound.
He turned confidently and returned to his seat after throwing out the pound in the cash box on the left.
After the work and exchange of interests previously done, he was sure that at least ten partners would make the same choice.
"Dutty." Catherine's complicated eyes swept over the once uncle-like figure, not knowing whether to pity or hate, "one vote against."
"DeMarcus, one vote against."
"Milson, one vote against."
"Milson, one vote against."
"Hairingz..."
After Duterty, senior partners began to vote one by one, and the sound of gold coins hitting in the cash box was endless.
As Katherine continued to vote, the number of votes on both sides had reached eight votes against and five votes in favor.
Dutti's originally hung heart was completely relaxed.
As long as you vote, it will be done.
The sound of chairs rubbing against the ground rang one after another, and Duterty saw Mrs. Margaret, Old Eddie and Brandon standing up and walking towards the cash box.
Damn it! Duterty tightened his muscles secretly and even gave the last Brendan a wink.
If this were three consecutive oppositions, Horn would be angry and might have to pass it with ten thousand votes.
Dutty immediately began to brew emotions, ready for tears and knee pads, and waited for nine votes to succeed, and he was about to pounce on and hug Horn's thigh and cry.
Anyway, calm down the Holy Sun's mood first, and after the meeting is over, then take the 8,000 gold pounds, which will almost dispel the Holy Sun's temper.
When he wanted to implement the two proposals of "Financial Real-Name System" and "The Chamber of Commerce Established the Holy Father's Association" next time, Horn could not move them.
One move will lead to both losses. "Clang, clang, clang!"
The three consecutive sounds of gold coins colliding, and everyone in the conference room held their breath.
"Mrs. Margaret..."
Duterti's heart beat violently.
"One vote for it! Six votes are currently in favor!"
Damn cousin! Duterty pinched his fingers to the cushion of the handrail, it must be for the alchemy potion!
At present, the Holy Mechanics Court has begun to establish the first batch of centralized alchemy potion workshops, and the old woman Margaret must have gone for alchemy potion.
Fortunately, there are also old Eddie and Brandon. It is hard to say whether Old Eddie is both rat-headed, but Brandon must be quite supportive of him. If you really want your real name, how can you play his lottery?
"Eddie, one vote for it."
"Brendon, one vote for it."
"Eight votes are currently in favor!"
The conference room, which was originally whispering because of Mrs. Margaret's vote, suddenly became quiet at this moment.
The chair's feet made a sharp and harsh stinging sound on the ground. Duterty stood up with a pale face and stared at the calm old Eddie and Brandon.
Mrs. Margaret surrendered to the enemy, and he could understand it.
You two guys are in insurance fraud and the other are in lottery tricks. They vote to establish the Holy Father's Association and establish a real-name financial system. What do you think?
You want to commit suicide?
"His Highness Catherine." But Duterty is an old fry who has been rising and falling in the business world for many years, and she can still remain calm in this situation. "Can I confirm these two votes with the two partners? I suspect they have invested the wrong box because of nervousness."
If these two people really had to vote for it because of the pressure from Horn on the scene, then Duterti's muddles the water with this move can directly reduce the credibility of the result.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Catherine's eyes swept over Horn's face before turning to look at the two of them: "Do you want to clarify?"
"His Highness Catherine, I'm not as old as I'm not as old as Eddie, how could I make a mistake?"
"His Highness Catherine, I'm not as old as old Eddie, how could I make a mistake?"
The clear answers of the two made Duterti's mood sink to the bottom.
"At present, eight votes agree, eight votes object." Katherine stood in front of the ballot box, her eyes swept across the entire conference room, and stayed on a trembling old man, "Mr. Goonchi, what about your choice?"
Almost at the same time, Duterty's scorching gaze also stayed on Goonchi.
The white-haired old man, who was nearly 80 years old, looked around and stood up tremblingly.
With the help of the attendant, he walked to the ballot box step by step and picked up a gold pound.
Looking at Goonzi's hunched back, Duterti's hair stood up inexplicably.
"Clang—"
"Goanzi, vote for it!"
If it weren't for holding the table with both hands, Duterty would have almost fallen to the ground.
He stared at the white-haired old man tightly, watching him staggeringly approaching, and the voice leaked out from his tightly closed teeth: "Why?"
Goonzi and Duterti have been in a relationship for thirty years and have worked together many times.
Dutty thought of Margaret's betrayal and accepted the betrayal of Old Eddie and Brandon.
But I can't believe that Goonqi would betray him. "Sorry." Ge Anqi lowered his head awkwardly, "I'm old, I just want to go back and raise flowers. My children have no ability, I need to find them the biggest backer." "Can't I protect them if the Megdi Chamber of Commerce?"
"I'm afraid that if you protect yourself for too long, your property will become yours. The Holy Sun Mian probably disdained my property.
Besides, if Chika asks you for someone, can you not give it under pressure? I know you too much." Goonqi looked at the Holy Sun of Yuanyuezhi, "Dutti, no matter how good the businessman is, there is an end.
You have to invest some, you can still buy it with money now, but you can't buy something even if you want it with money in the future."
"Coward!"
"Whatever you say." Goonqi seemed a little disappointed.
Looking at Goonchi's departure back, Duterty sat on the chair with a thud.
Catherine's final singing voice was like a guillotine falling from the guillotine: "Nine votes agree, eight votes object."
Take out the small hammer, and Catherine hit the table: "The proposal to declare to the outside world that "Financial Real Name System" and establish the Holy Father's Council internally, pass!"
The flames of the fireplace jumped, and a smile exactly the same as the huge painting of "The Smile of the Holy Grandson" appeared on Horn's face.
"Everyone." Looking at the people talking, Horn stood up and the conference room immediately calmed down. "Thank you all for gathering here today. I prepared a simple lunch in Uffizi Palace, just as I repay you for your hard work today."
"Mian Yu was joking."
"My stomach disease suddenly recovered this morning. It turned out to be able to have dinner with Mian Yu!"
As he said, everyone hugged Horn and walked out the door.
Even those who voted against were rushed to Horn.
There has been a success. They had already hated Horn because of Duterte. Why don't they have to make more friendship now?
But as soon as they left the conference room, they walked to the corridor outside the door and saw a group of more than a dozen chekas walking quickly.
"Pious! Sincerity!"
As the sound of the boots hit, the Chekas stood attentively saluting Horn, and for a moment the partners were silent.
"What are you doing?"
"Catch the criminal, the crown prince."
"Okay, then go."
Then, under the surprised gazes of the partners outside the door, the Chekas actually turned around and walked into the previous conference room.
Soon gathered at the door and curled up with Horn's senior partners, and heard Duterty's incredible roar from the conference room.
"What do you mean?"
"What does my nephew's suspected financial fraud have to do with me?"
"Impossible, it must be caused by your torture of Qika. He did not hold any of my stock bonds!"
"Didn't you hear it? Your crown prince just said that the real-name system should be implemented. My nephew's chamber of commerce is his own and has nothing to do with me!"
And the faint voice of Qika in the room sounded: "Sorry, a series of real-name-related bills will not be implemented until June.
Since it has not been implemented, it still has to follow the previous method. This is your chamber of commerce."
"Not mine! You have no evidence to prove that he is mine!" This was the first time that everyone outside the room heard Duterti's panic and broken voice.
Commissioner Chika was angry and laughed: "But you have no evidence to prove that it is not you. We Chika can arrest you first and then try again, and your nephew's evidence is to capture you a lot."
"No, it's not me, you can't... um..."
Not long after, Duterti, who was covered with a wide robe and cloak on his head and shackles on his hands, was surrounded and carried out by six Chikas.
The senior partners looked at Duterte who was trying their best but still couldn't get rid of the clamping, and their throats rolled.
The wine glass in his hand gathered stiffly in the air.
They woke up until they heard a crisp "ding" sound, but turned their heads and saw that it was Horn who bounced up Duterty's gold coin and caught it.
"Mr. Goonchi, this business of Duterti is temporarily left to you to manage." With a smile, Horn stuffed the gold coin into Goonchi's hand. "Honor is coming." The gold coin was extremely heavy, and Ge Anqi had to extend his hands to pick it up.
(This chapter ends)