There has never been an outflow of equity in the Reich's Central Bank, and they knew what they were doing before they took this step from the beginning, banding together multiple individual banks and then applying to the Central Bank. They have become the most powerful economy in the empire, and at least 50 million people in the entire empire work directly or indirectly for the imperial central bank, and even if the cabinet wants to change some of the strategies of the imperial central bank, it must be done very carefully and slowly.

Throughout the Imperial Bank, the majority of the equity was in the hands of the damned presidents, who held nearly half of the shares, enough to guarantee their absolute control over the Imperial Bank on the Board of Governors, and they instituted shareholder penalties that were enforced as soon as anyone was allowed to own a portion of the Imperial Bank. Once they do something detrimental to the Reich's central bank, the central bank can invoke this clause to buy back the shares in their hands. If they don't want to lose all their shares, the best thing to do is to admit it.

In other words, it's not a question of who has the money, it's a question of the attitude of the chairmen.

Those old men had suffered a lot in their lives, and this was the case in the old feudal society, when they were just poor and humble merchants, and even the slaves of the aristocracy could kick their ass without any responsibility.

Of course, they also have very good times, for example, from the arrival of the new era to the present, they have held the financial lifeblood of the empire and become the "second empire" hidden in the financial world.

It's hard to impress them, for these old men who have suffered and enjoyed the wonderful taste of power, what they need is constant victory, and the obedience of others to their will, and nothing else can shake their decisions, whether it be wealth, power, or women!

On the way home, Denisha looked at the scenery on the street outside the car window and was silent, if they couldn't complete this mission, of course they would not be punished in any way, everyone knew that Durin was a difficult fortress to overcome, but they would also lose the chance to end it all now. Durin must be taken down to get their sisters' lives back on track, which is what she wants.

"Sister, what are you thinking, Durin?", Dinya, who was sitting on the other side, was wearing her underwear, this was a very luxurious car, with a lot of interior space, and the Imperial Central Bank was never short of money, nor was it afraid to spend it.

The whole car is divided into two parts, the driver's cab and the back are completely visually blocked, and even the sound needs to be pressed to hear each other, which is to prevent some drivers from eavesdropping on important trade secrets and selling them. This kind of thing has happened before, of course, at that time it was not called a driver, but a coachman.

Secrecy is very important to the Imperial Central Bank, and this car is custom-built to serve the upper echelons of the Imperial Central Bank. Before meeting Doolin, Dinya had taken off all her underwear in the car, and now that she was putting it on again, it was obviously useless.

Denisha smiled, "I'm thinking about how we should take Durin down, you know, equity is important to us, and only with these equity can we live the life we want and get the family business on the right track." ”

Facing her sister's statement, Dinya sneered, "My naïve sister, if we can get these shares, why give them to them?", or do you like that little cousin with a head full of ass?", before Dinisha could retort, her voice strengthened a lot, covering Denisa's desire to argue, "I know, I know, you have always felt that you should make the family better, because this is the mission that the family has given us. But let me ask you to think about what the family has given us, and why should we give the opportunity to those people?"

"Is it because they're trying to get us to those people's beds?, or are we going to have to deal with an old man who can be our grandfather?", Dinya looked disgusted, "Don't be stupid, they treat us like goods, so we shouldn't treat them like our family." ”

"As long as we have even one ten-thousandth of the equity, we are free, we can enter the board of directors and become a real shareholder, and we don't have to deal with that cousin who is full of what is going on with us, understand?"

Denisa's face became a little ugly, and although she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't help it. No matter what reasons their fathers, uncles and aunts used to make them what they are, they are all victims, and in the minds of those so-called relatives, there is no family affection at all, only interests, interests and interests. They only care about when they can regain their family's prestige, how to make more money so that they don't go bankrupt, and how they can reintegrate into today's high society more decently and smoothly to show their lame social skills.

As for the lives of the two sisters and the current problems, it is not that the family needs a relationship, and maybe even the family members will feel that they are not doing enough.

"At least when we were very young, they were good. Denisha retorted very unforcedly.

Dinya nodded rarely, and replied in a tone full of sarcasm, "Indeed, because those big people didn't think about us at that time, it might be illegal." Looking at the complicated and somewhat sad expression on her sister's face, she quickly changed the subject, she held the two melons she had secretly hidden, and flipped them, "Is it true that Durin said that they are a little loose, why can't I feel this?"

Denisha raised her hand to cover her eyes, not wanting to say anything.

Although the two sisters have suffered a lot of undeserved treatment, at least they are doing well now, and the expansion of the Imperial Bank has been in full swing so far, and there are no heavyweight opponents who need them to continue to play in person.

This is completely different from them, Durin always has enough trouble, and most of it has to be dealt with by him himself, because if he doesn't do it himself, someone might lose their jobs, such as a creature called the author.

After standing in the window on the third floor of the manor and watching the Hill sister's leave, Durin raised his hand and glanced at his watch, there was still an hour left before the next meeting, and he could rest for a while. This time, the person he invited was from the Imperial Capital Social Service Bureau, and the Imperial Capital was not allowed to break ground, so his TV station could not be built in a day, which was a very fatal thing. Although it is possible to carry out the business of television stations in other cities now, there is a lack of important "nature" in those places. There's nothing more important than starting work in the Imperial Capital, which is the heart of Imperial politics after all, and it will let many know what they should do next.

In the same way, if they encounter trouble in the imperial capital and leave to operate in other places, they may encounter local resistance, after all, the imperial capital has refused, so what reason do they have not to refuse?

After a little rest for more than half an hour, the butler woke Durin up, "Sir, the people from the Social Services Bureau are here." ”

Durin sighed and slouched out of the chaise longue, and the maid immediately began to tidy up his slightly messy shirt for Durin and then changed into a coat. This is thanks to the fact that the estate has a good cooling system, at least wearing an extra coat in it doesn't make people feel too hot.

Descending the spiral staircase, Durin saw the Social Services officer standing at the door, who quickened his pace a little and walked over with a lot of smiles on his face.

When he saw Durin coming down, the official had a slight impatient look on his face, and if it weren't for Durin being a little notorious, he wouldn't want to come here, he felt that he had nothing to talk about between himself and Durin, or that there was nothing to talk about between the Social Services Bureau and Durin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the traffic in the imperial capital was so good today. The manor was located outside the Imperial Metropolitan City, and the time was now twenty minutes ahead of the time they had agreed, which was why Doolin was explaining why he didn't appear here in the first place.

The Social Services officer smiled and shook Dorin's hand, "I came a little early, didn't it affect your work? ”

"It's okay, it's not important, the important thing is that you're already here. He shook the official's hand vigorously, and then invited him to the living room, "...... over here"

After asking the butler to bring some snacks and tea, Durin asked straight to the point, "I want to know how I can continue to do the work I need to do, I mean the signal line." ”

The official was taking a sip of his teacup, he had been busy all morning, and at noon he was a little late and ran to two places, and he came to see Durin non-stop, and his stomach was hungry and thirsty. As its name suggests, the Social Services Bureau provides services to the whole society, but it also has corresponding powers, and it is a comprehensive department with a very large jurisdiction.

From whether a tree should be built on the sidewalk, to whether the exterior design of a shop is up to standard. They do almost everything from whether the city's green cover is satisfactory to whether the city's sewer system is clogged, including digging up the ground and burying some signal lines in it.

He glanced up at Du Lin, took another sip of tea, and then sat up straight, "We have already discussed with the chief of the department, until a higher level of administrative order comes down, you can't dig up any bricks laid in the imperial capital, not any of them." Mr. Doolin, I hope you can understand a little, it's not me or anyone else who is embarrassing you, it's ......", he opened his mouth and didn't pronounce it, because his attention was completely absorbed by what was on the table.