Chapter 608: Pension, My Pension!
"Oh, that is, the French have been in Haut-Walter and Guinea for half a century, and have not squeezed a single hair except for human trafficking and coffee cultivation, and as a result the Ming people have discovered minerals as soon as they came?"
Victoria let the maid apply hand cream made of whale brain oil to her, and then put the silk gloves on her hands, her face was light and airy, and she spread her hands noncommittally, "What a sad story......
Prince Edward's eyes widened.
It's too strong!
Is this the bearing of the Queen of the British Empire?
The Nevis landslide is in front of it and its face does not change!
Eight million pounds of assets collapsed without urgency, still calm, decent, elegant!
Compared with the mother, it is still too immature at the bottom......
For a moment, I felt like an abyss in front of me, and my heart was about to stop beating!
Get the clothes!
Too young, too simple!
Prince Edward was still feeling it, but Butler Latham knew that this was not Her Majesty's calmness at all, but that she didn't understand it at all!
Although she received a good aristocratic education from an early age, to be honest, with this woman's IQ and financial knowledge......
Lassem had no intention of offending Her Majesty, but it was certain that without the vast system of internal bureaucracy to sustain and the resources and information far beyond the civilian class, she would have gone bankrupt.
No, it's not possible.
Now it might become a reality!
"Your Majesty, as your most loyal steward, I must remind you that all your pensions are in the stock market, and as far as I know, the Privy Council ministers have a considerable proportion of the stocks available to you, aluminium-related stocks, so ......"
"So what's going to happen?"
Victoria asked casually at first, then suddenly froze.
Apparently experiencing a network lag, Victoria held the position of stroking the glove for a full 5 seconds, and then suddenly messed up.
She shouted in a shrill voice without any aristocratic demeanor: "Pension, my pension!" โ
"Your Majesty, we still have time!"
One of the reasons why Rutem's butler is in such a hurry is that he himself has bet all his pension on the stock market.
To save Her Majesty is to save yourself.
"Thanks to the spies we have planted with our French allies, we now get the same news as the usury merchants in Paris.
And the bankers and stock market traders in London should not have gotten the news yet, so we still have a chance to sell the stocks, but the time must be fast! โ
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Crossing the river by feeling the sauce, the British also invented their own telephone set 5 years in advance.
However, the call efficiency is completely incomparable to that of Daming's telephone, which requires multiple exchange hubs to make calls from Norfolk to London.
Victoria picked up the phone in person and dialed the number tremblingly.
Random sounding with a total loss of sound quality.
The operator in the Privy Council was a very polite gentleman.
After wasting a lot of English nonsense, he realized that the queen of the British Empire was actually on the other side of the telephone.
"Very, very sorry, Your Majesty, you know, it's Friday, and it's four o'clock in the afternoon, and Secretary Bob probably went fishing, maybe he went golfing, but he's not here."
"Five minutes, I want Bob to show up in front of the telephone, or he will be promoted to Governor of South Australia and Mastania tomorrow for his excellent fishing skills, Governor for Life!"
Victoria almost screamed at the telephone.
If it weren't for the quality of the telephone, the whole building would have heard it.
Fortunately, Bob didn't actually go fishing, but just physically connected with the female secretary on the couch in the office.
When he got the news, he didn't even have time to lift his pants, so he hurriedly came to pick up the phone.
After hearing Her Majesty scream and tell the general story of the matter, Bob almost went black.
Obviously, his entire pension is in the stock market.
Bob hurriedly called the London Stock Exchange.
Although the best trading method in this era is to run over and list transactions in the flesh, as a Privy Council minister and a celebrity in front of the Queen, Bob still has the right to directly communicate with the highest level of trading on the exchange.
However, no matter how he dialed, there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone.
"Holy Spirit poop!"
Cursing, Bob didn't even have time to put on his trousers, his upper body was full of suit and tie, and his lower body was panting for flower panties, and he hurriedly rushed towards the stock exchange.
Because of the transformation of the municipal water network, the legs are the fastest and most reliable means of transportation.
From the Privy Council on the edge of Buckingham Palace, it is only 3 kilometers to the City of the City.
Minister Bob ran barefoot in a ** running attitude.
Under the spur of the pension, this middle-aged man with a big belly is like a god of war with the shouts of pedestrians coming and going.
When he arrived at the exchange, he saw a large group of maintenance workers coming in and out.
"What's going on, what's going on!"
Bob grabbed the doorman by the collar, his eyes red.
Where will the doorman get used to him?
Just an exhibitionist maniac.
With a left jab, Chancellor Bob's nose bone snapped.
Covering his nose, blood flowed from his fingers, "I'll kill you, I swear!" โ
Just as the doorman was about to go up and give him a few more kicks, Director Jonathan walked out.
"Oh my God, isn't this Bao Zhongtang? What's wrong with you, Bao Zhongtang! โ
Jonathan hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Bob didn't have time to scold the doorman angrily, and hurriedly explained the matter.
"What? Aluminum prices are about to collapse? โ
Jonathan was also shocked, and his pension was also in it!
"It's okay, we got this information in advance!"
Jonathan looked at his watch and said, "Now there are twenty minutes before the close, let's quickly dump the stock while others don't know, even if it loses a little!" After all, Her Majesty's amount of money is too large, and it is impossible to throw it away without causing panic and smashing! โ
"That's great!"
Bob was relieved, "By the way, why don't you keep getting through?" I remember that the exchange was equipped with the best electrical equipment in all of Great Britain, all smuggled from Germany! โ
"Hey, no matter how good the quality of this goods is, there will be accidents, this afternoon, there was a short-circuit power outage in the exchange, resulting in all the telephone, telegraph systems are unusable, and the contact with the other nine sub-centers is also temporarily interrupted."
Jonathan hurriedly comforted, "But it will be repaired soon, so that we can sell stocks on ten exchanges at the same time, so that the speed of recovering the principal will be faster, and there is a high probability that we can keep three or four percent of the profit!" โ