229 Whoever thinks others are stupid and die, Oppenheimer is next
Oppenheimer feigned surprise, flattered, and learned Breschroud's humility vividly: "I am but a conscientious servant, and I can take care of your assets properly, and I am sincerely afraid if nothing goes wrong." Pen & Fun & Court www.biquge.info please allow me to continue to serve you. ”
Glid nodded slightly, disdainful to speak to Oppenheimer again.
The Speaker took the cigar in his mouth contentedly, looked up and took a puff, then looked at Oppenheimer beamingly and said, "Mendelssohn ...... after his death"
Oppenheimer shuddered, shook his hand with a pale face, and smiled: "I'm fine, you continue." ”
The Speaker looked at him with concern for a moment, and then continued to say with great triumph: "After Mendelssohn's death, you will be the most powerful private banker in the country. Except, of course, of the central bank, which, as we all know, is a state-owned bank in which the royal family has a stake. ”
The speaker adjusted the atmosphere, and everyone leaned forward and backward in tacit understanding, laughing.
Then the speaker stretched out his hand and pointed at Oppenheimer: "Everyone has invested their assets in your mining, textile, silk and financial businesses. As soon as the next speaker of the House of Representatives took office, he immediately passed a resolution to abolish the mining tax, abolish the textile tax, reduce the income tax, and not impose a tax on the lending business. When the time comes, your dividends will only be more than before, and the assets will increase rapidly, so that more people will join our circle, and our life will not only be as good as before, but also better!"
The speaker's words were full of confidence in pointing out the country. Everyone nodded in satisfaction.
Oppenheimer cautiously looked at the handsome man who was sitting next to the speaker in a low-key manner, and asked with some trepidation: "Rigging elections is a very ...... thing."
The Speaker reached out and motioned for him to shut up, then put the cigar back in his mouth and bit down, squinting and sucking his cheeks, interrupting the conversation categorically.
There was a dead silence in the room for two seconds, and just when Oppenheimer was nervous, the speaker raised his head and spat out a puff of cigarette, squinted at Oppenheimer with confidence, and gently shook his index finger: "This is not called manipulation. The young and promising MP next to me, known as my nephew, will only run for election with his own resources and talents. Thomas, pour Mr. Oppenheimer. ”
The delicate and shy young man hurriedly poured Oppenheimer wine. This warmed Oppenheimer's heart, and he was rarely courteous to the nobility.
The Speaker continued: "In the end, it was Thomas who won? But we just have to make sure that it's our people in line, and that's enough. Cheers for a better future. ”
"Cheers!" suddenly filled the room, and everyone rejoiced.
After an hour and a half of deliberation, they discontinued the meeting and went to the Parliament. As soon as Oppenheimer came out, he didn't take two steps to meet Frederick at the door of the council hall, and was shocked to find that Frederick had actually crossed the red carpet to care about himself: "Mr. Oppenheimer, Filia's feet were a little heavy yesterday, how did you sleep yesterday?"
Oppenheimer was already like a great enemy, and when he mentioned the nightmare of nine deaths, his hair stood on end, and he trembled in horror: "What's the matter with you?"
Frederick crossed his hands and smiled subtly: "Yesterday a wealthy foreign merchant named David disappeared...... Of course you can't know, you and David must not know each other, you don't even know everything about the wind and grass in the imperial city, right......"
Oppenheimer stared at the careless Frederick in horror, and saw this guy playing with his nails aimlessly while saying horrific things: "Anyway, a friend told me overnight that David said that you were the back-the-scenes financier of the mansion bombing......"
Oppenheimer's heart almost stopped, and he opened his round eyes and exploded: "How is it possible!" Suddenly the parliamentarians looked sideways, and Oppenheimer hurriedly pushed Frederick into the corner of the wall, and whispered fiercely: "That's all slander! I don't know David at all!"
Frederick rolled his eyes indifferently and shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Then reassure me." You're the leading local banker, how could you go to bomb the mansion of a high-ranking military official? If that's you, then your backstage is too hard to think about. The secret police have already launched an investigation, and I don't know what they're going to find - so have fun. ”
"Don't go!" Oppenheimer was short of breath, grabbed Frederick, who was strolling leisurely, and struggled to catch up, sweating profusely and sneering: "You didn't capture David, right? David is a registered merchant named in the Fran Embassy, if the Fran Emperor is angry and sets off a diplomatic storm, you can't afford it......"
"Don't you know David, how do you know so much?" said Frederick, narrowing his eyes, looking at him innocently curiously.
"This!" Oppenheimer choked for a moment, and was dumb for a while before letting go of Frederick, proudly dusting off the dust from his fine clothes, and putting on an arrogant indifference: "This is just common sense. I'm just concerned about His Highness's situation, and I'm just trying my best to remind him. If you are confident, I will rest assured, please do it yourself. ”
Frederick was inexplicably moved, grabbed the stunned Oppenheimer with tears in his eyes, held his hand and shook it two or three times, before choking with tears in his eyes: "I didn't expect it...... Unexpectedly, when I was isolated, it was the banker who cared about me who had always been unpleasant. In that case, I can't owe anyone a favor. Use your connections to check the progress of the case at the secret police station, it is said that David and you are both listed as direct suspects in the bombing of the mansion. ”
"What?!" Oppenheimer's prostate was crisp and he nearly became incontinent.
Rune was pierced through the heart by his sword, and died before he could say anything. The rest of the corpses have been ordered, and the work of extinguishing the mouth has been completed seamlessly, how could the secret police dig David out? Not counting David being exposed, who was he planted in, and he could be tortured to pry open his mouth and pull Oppenheimer out of the ground?
The most thing is, why did Frederick warn himself about such an important matter? I don't like him, right? Obviously, he hasn't been pleasing to the eye, right? Why would this fool who has been so crippled by himself tell himself this inside information with a touched face? He can't really be a stupid beep, right?
Oppenheimer carefully looked at the tender Frederick, and felt that this sentimental teenager was really like a fool when he was sincere, and he belonged to the kind that he couldn't even care about.
However, Frederick confided the truth that could not be shaken. Oppenheimer's life and death were at stake in the development of the secret police's case, and he did not know whether Ferdinand "did not know the details" or "knew the details but hid from him". In order to stop worrying and to stop being uneasy, Oppenheimer had to rely on his own efforts to find out the source of the secret police's intelligence.
Only by figuring out where the loopholes are, Oppenheimer can stay one step ahead of others, destroy the evidence, and fix the dead.
If you think about it, although you are happy to hit Frederick, you have never tore your face to your face? )