Thinking of John Lauer's own situation, Count Müller couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. Just as today people would like to erase all memories of "Red-Haired" John as soon as possible, tomorrow people will quickly erase all traces of his former prime minister, and only when there is a need for a laughing stock in the social arena will people mention his name again.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you have come just in time, and there is a document here that needs to be signed." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's eyes darkened, and he had obviously not rested for a long time, rubbing his swollen and aching temples, and he handed a document to Count Müller.

The Count of Müller took the document and glanced at it hastily, his wrist shaking, as if the thin pages in his hand were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

It's a scribbled memo. Early this morning, Frank sensed that the situation in the Holy City was out of control, and hastily sent two letters inviting Jacob Fogel and Alberton Weinstein to breakfast at the Pulau Palace. The two representatives of the Imperial Capital Group quickly replied, as if they had agreed in advance, and both politely declined his invitation in a cold tone.

At this juncture of burning eyebrows, Frank could not care about the face of the crown prince, and personally visited Jacob Fogel, talked secretly for two hours, and finally reluctantly persuaded the elder Fogel to accompany him to Weinstein's house to visit the "godfather" of the imperial industrial capital group, Alberton Sr.

Alberton Sr. initially tried to push his son-in-law and eldest grandson to the front desk to negotiate with Frank on the grounds that he was bedridden and could not come forward to entertain distinguished guests. However, under the repeated pleas of the crown prince, he had to give the other party an exception and promised to come forward to receive the visitors in person.

Frank had no scruple in front of the "financial tycoon" and the "godfather of industry", and it took him a long time to persuade the two bigwigs to come to the rescue and help the building collapse.

Of course, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and in order to gain the support of the two bigwigs, Frank had to pay a heavy price and was forced to accept the harsh conditions offered by Fogel Sr. and Alberton Sr. on behalf of the Imperial Capital Group.

At this moment, the memorandum of this "unequal treaty" was placed in front of the Count of Müller, waiting for his signature, the current Prime Minister, and then sent to the palace to be examined by His Majesty the Emperor, and put into effect when the imperial seal was stamped. For more than a decade, it has been customary for the seriously ill Emperor Charles to not reject a decree signed by the Prime Minister and the Crown Prince, so the signature of the Earl of Müller is particularly crucial.

“…… The crisis is a wake-up call for China's financial industry, in order to calm down the turmoil as soon as possible and prevent the recurrence of the crisis, we propose the establishment of a more complete financial regulatory system, the Imperial Central Bank abandons the public savings and lending business, and focuses on playing the role of a regulator, when the crisis comes, the central bank has the responsibility to provide the main domestic commercial banks and securities, insurance and other financial institutions from bankruptcy necessary loans. ”

Count Muller silently read the memo, his face gradually becoming solemn.

The above clause mainly reflects the demand of the Imperial Financial Capital Group: to prohibit the central bank from engaging in the business of soliciting deposits and lending, so as to prevent the central bank from snatching away the customers of commercial banks by virtue of the government's credit endorsement.

If this was acceptable, the rest of the clause made the Count of Müller shudder.

"In order to avoid the recurrence of such a tragedy, the Imperial Central Bank must ensure that it is independent of the administrative system and is not affected by the interests of certain political groups, and independently implements monetary policy, so as to maintain a stable and healthy financial environment and promote national economic growth."

"To this end, we are calling for a complete restructuring of the Reichsbank, which will be transformed into a public-private partnership of non-profit institutions, with the Reich Government holding 40% of the central bank's shares and the remaining 60% of the shares held by various private institutions."

The so-called "private institutions" mainly refer to the imperial financial and industrial tycoons represented by the Fogel family and the Weinstein family. They will become the majority shareholders of the Reich's central bank, and after the storm that has looted the wealth of countless people, they will set up tables on the corpse-strewn ruins, tie napkins, and brand knives and forks for a gluttonous meal.

Cold sweat soaked Count Muller's vest, and in his 30 years in politics, he had never experienced such despair and pain at this moment, and his face gradually turned pale.

Frank winked, and the central banker next to him immediately picked up a quill pen and handed it to Count Müller.

Mueller stared at the pen in a state of dizziness. He knew very well that taking the pen would be tantamount to writing his name on the pillar of shame in history, but he had no choice but to take the pen with trembling fingers and hastily sign his name on the document that betrayed the power of the government with a sense of self-loathing.

……

Ten minutes later, Frank hurried into the palace with the document. He stopped outside his father's dormitory door, glanced at the hidden door, and couldn't help frowning.

He hadn't seen his father for almost a decade. How sick Emperor Charles was, he did not know. Since His Majesty himself had never appeared in public for nearly a decade, and even his own son had been turned away, Frank could only guess that his father had suffered from a malignant infectious disease. However, this is also a bit unreasonable, there are so many senior imperial doctors in the palace, there are so many high-ranking priests in the Holy City, not to mention that he Frank himself is a legendary magic caster, and the dead can be saved, can't he still solve the hidden illness of His Majesty the Emperor? Why did my father refuse to accept his treatment, or even to see him? Frank couldn't figure it out.

What he couldn't figure out even more was that his father's dormitory was filled with a strong evil spirit, which made him, a Pero voter, instinctively disgusted every time he approached. Frank didn't know if the attendants who served His Majesty the Emperor in the palace could feel this strange evil aura, and Baron Steinmeier, His Majesty's most trusted and only contact with the outside world, was also contaminated with this eerie evil aura, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Your Excellency, I would like you to submit this document to Your Majesty and give instructions as soon as possible."

Frank handed the document to the pale-skinned court warden, trying to avoid contact with his slightly puffy, bloodless fingers. He did not discriminate against the eunuchs, but because he had shaken hands with the chief of the court, the cold and slippery touch reminded him of the soft slugs he had picked up out of curiosity when he was playing in the imperial garden when he was young...... In retrospect, he felt disgusted.

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