Subordinates began to memorize the word because it would appear heavily in all media reports and in their own reports.

"We have to win, and we have to do everything we can to win this war." Blake taps his pen on the conference table, exuding the ability to be ready to go.

He knew his goal, but found that he had no plan.

But it doesn't matter, a leader only needs to know the goal, and after guiding his subordinates to develop a business plan, he can boldly empower them to execute. If the benefits are abundant, and the subordinates are not incompetent, then there is hope for achieving the goals.

"Of course, I have a plan for the next step, but in order to achieve ......what I said," Blake said, looking around at his advisers, "you can't be short-sighted. ”

All advisors began to ponder the profound meaning of "not being short-sighted".

"Bringing allies together for their money and effort is not a war against a Federation, it's a war against violent organizations, and this war is no less than the Second Grimes Star Wars or the war on Futurism, and we have to fight an all-Grimes strike." Blake waved his arms and poured out all the things he had learned from his old father and the thoughts in his head.

The words "All-Grees", "ally", and "futurism" made the subordinates sitting around the table feel excited, as if they saw a magnificent and magnificent picture of war.

"Of course, it's also a great opportunity to expand our reach even further into places that we haven't been able to reach." Parker nodded.

"The Hyevil-controlled Federation." DeRosen also nodded, he would look unsociable if he didn't say anything more.

"Those who still believe in the Federation of Futurism." Here are the words of Patrak.

"Those federations that are not yet open to the Mada Federation." The security officer is still a businessman after all.

"It's just that we have to ask the Blue Temple to increase military spending and pass the war bill." Julia began to press the calculator on the table, "Add at least five hundred billion to the budget." ”

Everyone in the room gasped, and everyone looked at the president, which was a difficult problem.

"As the saying goes, you don't have to worry if you have a lot of debt. There are so many foreign debts of the Mada Federation, and the 500 billion budget is nothing, but ......" President Blake raised his head, his eyes were full of disdain, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked softly, "Is there really no way?" ”

"Absolutely." Or Julia replied, tapping lightly on the table, "Money is not a problem, once we control those areas, the benefits are far greater than the pay, of course we will win." It's just that during this period, Grand's value will inevitably depreciate greatly, and many people's assets will shrink significantly, and there will be a lot of trouble waiting for us to clean up at that time. ”

Blake was silent, since he came to power, the trade weighted index of the Mada Federation has been falling, and Grande has been depreciating, but the magnitude is not large, but the war will be a heavy setback, and the impact on the economy is not small, when the old Blake was ousted from power by Kuller's little white face because the economic problems were not solved.

"I think it's also an opportunity, because there's always been a deficit in trade, especially for Zion." Patrak spoke, he had always been dissatisfied with the Kingdom of Zion, "I think the devaluation of Grande is inevitable, but it is just an advance of this round of money circle action. ”

This money enclosure made everyone's hearts light up and they nodded their heads.

The people of the Mada Federation have borrowed trillions of grunts for consumption, and the multinational companies of the Mada Confederation have trillions of grunts of investment overseas. If this round of Grande depreciation unfolds, then when it is enlarged to basic commodities such as gold and oil, there will be a huge increase, and if other federations are allowed to help digest these multi-printed Grand, then the people of the Mada Federation can still eat and drink spicy food and borrow money every day to live a nourishing life.

"Speaking of Zion, the exchange rate of Zion Coin against the Grant has been maintained for decades, and now there is a lot of room for appreciation, since sixteen years ago we could have hit the Long Island economy by lowering the Grant Agreement, then why can't we do it again now?" Julia said smugly.

Blake's eyes narrowed, not understanding the meaning of the sentence, he was just a tough guy, not a historian, not an economist.

Julia understood the meaning of Blake's expression, and explained unhurriedly: "Do you remember the Confederation's trade with Long Island two centuries ago? It is very similar to the situation in the land of Zion now. They kept selling us stuff and hid a lot of Grand, not knowing it was just a pile of paper. ”

"It used to be the Long Islanders, and now the Zionites, they bought Gran back into our public debt, and supported the construction of the Union without complaint, while their citizens, who earn enough money every month to buy bread, and can never increase their ......" Patrak interjected with a sneer, he knew in his heart that no one present cared about the debt of more than two trillion yuan, and the powerful Mada Federation, like those deep-pocketed federal banks in Zion, would never be liquidated one day.

The crowd snorted in acknowledgment.

Julia also smiled, and continued: "And we have the means of production, the people use a pile of paper to consume a lot of the resources of the whole Greus, and our company uses a pile of paper to occupy a lot of the resources of the whole Greus. Those people need Gran, albeit just a pile of paper, as long as it looks indestructible. Then Grande depreciates a little bit, and the price of the means of production of all Gris begins to rise, and everything becomes more expensive, and they will start issuing more money, and inflation will begin. And finally, boom—"

Julia gave a high-five that startled everyone.

"What's wrong?" The Director of Security asked.

"The bubble burst, the economy is finished, and the regime falls. Gran, it can master the souls and lives of the nations of the planet Gris. Julia summed up triumphantly, "So we're fighting on two fronts, with real guns and without guns." ”

"It's wonderful." Blake took the lead in applauding, and everyone patted a few lightly in agreement with jealousy.

"There's a question...... Drorson said, coughing, "remember when the Long Islanders came to buy the Mada Federation?" They even want to buy the Tower of the Future. ”

"So what's the matter, the Councillors of the Blue House will conduct a long-term review of any Zion M&A proposal, and they will never be able to spend their money. And we can even exchange Gran for Zion Coin in advance, and then see what happens to that Gris primitive. Patrak explained with a sneer.

"Also, don't think that the government of Zion will take the initiative to increase the value of Zion coins, which will be detrimental to them." Patrak continued.

"They're afraid they don't have a choice." Blake was interested. (To be continued.) )