Why the fuck you don't fight!

Pemberton wanted to curse her mother very much. No one liked to accept other people's faces, and no one liked to accept cold words of the same level. Everyone is the governor of the central bank, so why should he be humble? He didn't want to hear Schlesinger's strong and almost scolding again.

But the senior official was crushed to death, and in desperation, Pemberton had to pick up the phone and dial it out again.

"Dududu--"

"Dududu--"

After beating for a long time, no one answered the phone.

Norman Lamont was so angry that it was so angry that it was already time? Schlesinger, a bastard, was still losing his links and couldn't even solve the phone.

"Test them again, hit them. I want to complain to him."

This time, the phone was connected.

Under Lamont's intention, Pemberton tactfully told the story.

"Mr. Schlesinger's speech may put the pound in a very dangerous situation, and he and the largest seller of the pound appear at the Le Meridien Hotel at the same time will cause a lot of trouble if it is reported by the media."

"President Pemberton, I'm really sorry. The president's statement has not been approved because because we have not confirmed it yet, President Schlesinger also said that he will check the report early tomorrow morning and make an appropriate statement after arriving at his office in the morning. But now, he's off work.

As for his appearance at the Le Meridien Hotel with Mr. Shen Jiannan, this was just an ordinary social engagement. Mr. Shen Jiannan expressed his strong interest in German industry. If he wanted to invest in Cologne, the President needed to negotiate with him the specific amount of investment, which was his responsibility."

“…”

The ball was kicked back.

Norman Lamont's face turned pale and white. If he could, he really wanted to cross the phone line and spit on Schlesinger's face.

Talk about investment with an international speculator and cheating fools!

It's over!

This time it's all over.

"Maybe, the Germans are not very adaptable to this market that trades for twenty-four hours in a row."

Pemberton himself explained that he didn't believe it.

But now that things have come to this point, who can do what? The Germans have always been strong. No one can do anything to Schlesinger.

"Damn bastard."

Norman Lamont cursed with anger.

"That Oriental man also appeared in Germany, which is very bad for us. Whether Schlesinger socializes because of his duties or not, it will send a bad signal to the market."

"The pound must be maintained on the lower track of exchange rate floating, Robin, what do you think."

"The central bank will fully support the price of the pound, but I think that may not be enough, and Schlesinger doesn't seem to want us to stay in the exchange rate mechanism."

"That bastard definitely thinks that, he's afraid that we'll put Germany's status at risk."

“We can consider hiking interest rates to prevent foreign exchange from flowing out.”

"That's all I can do."

“…”

The night is getting deeper.

Lying on the bed, Lamont turned around and couldn't fall asleep. Schlesinger almost made it clear that the pound needed to depreciate, and had a dinner with an international short seller. He could even think of what he would be understood as if he was using his butt.

Maybe... Britain is really going to be forced to withdraw from the European monetary system tomorrow.

what to do?

The irritability made Lamont unable to fall asleep. After thinking for a long time, he sat up from the bed and picked up the phone on the table.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

The pound plummeted by 5% in fifteen minutes, making many experienced banking institutions in Great Britain feel uneasy.

Edinburgh.

Royal Bank of Scotland President Beca Stephen sat in his study smoking tobacco, his eyebrows gathered deeply.

As the largest commercial bank in the UK, the scale of pound assets held by Royal Bank of England is naturally huge, but judging from the information obtained, the foreign exchange reserves that the Bank of England can provide are really limited. He is worried that if the pound depreciates, it will bring a huge impact to the bank.

From a risk perspective, banks must do something to hedge against the risk of the depreciation of the pound.

Ring--

Suddenly, the harsh cell phone ringtone rang.

Who would call at this time?

Frowning, Stephen picked up the phone on the table.

"Bacca. It's me, Lamont. Listen, I'm not sure if we can stay in the exchange rate mechanism. Do you understand what I mean?"

"God...I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Stephen was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, his relationship with Lamont has always been good, otherwise, the bank might face a huge crisis this time.

Without considering anything else, Stephen quickly dialed out a few numbers and arranged everything, and he was relieved.

Crisis is also an opportunity.

If this goes well, Royal Bank will have the opportunity to annex other domestic banks, HSBC, Westminster, Lloyds, Balek...it depends on which guy is unlucky this time.

At the same time, Frankfurt.

"I am very interested in the industrial development of Germany and admire the German engineers very much. Their seriousness and persistence and the soul that strives for excellence and is soluble in craftsmanship are simply the greatest spirit in the world."

"I also really appreciate the Eastern food culture. This exquisite art must be dissolved in the entire spirit of the chef. It is simply perfect."

“…”

In a restaurant where no one else was no longer there, Shen Jiannan and Helmut Schlesinger were tasting the delicious food and talking with wine glasses.

The two did not talk about monetary policies, nor did anyone ask about their views on the current European exchange rate mechanism. They knew each other well and what impact would the news that the two appeared here together in the newspaper tomorrow.

You brag and I praise you, and they are very happy to talk with each other, and there is no barrier or warning that strangers should have. As for the investment mentioned by the Deutsche Bank Press Office, neither of them mentioned it.

Shen Jiannan raised his glass and sang at Schlesinger to show friendship. He took a sip of red wine and sighed in his heart. If it weren't for this glorious era, he would probably never be able to brag and spank with the president of a country.

If he hadn't been a dragon-slaying technique that had been immersed in his childhood, he would have been a rich man at most like his previous life, and how could he understand the solidarity between Europe and Europe?

In this kind of battle between countries, I have been rashly intervened and I have long since died several times.

Schlesinger also sighed. He always felt that people like Shen Jiannan were probably executors established by a certain country, a family of Neon or even a royal family.

Otherwise, how could such achievements be achieved in such a grade?

But after chatting for a while, he found that he might have guessed wrongly.

Please show that this guy is a Neon man, but now he looks like he is a Chinese man, and his behavior is not as immature and frivolous as a young boy should be.

No wonder the head of state once wanted to cooperate with the Orientals. Now it seems that the wisdom of the Orientals is really terrible. It is incredible to have such a strategic vision at this age.

A banquet without any theme can be said to be a joy for the guests and hosts.

As Schlesinger left, Shen Jiannan stood in the hotel room and looked at the Rhine River under the bright moon. His black eyes were bright and bright, and there was no sign of drunkenness before.

A feeling of hiding behind the underworld arises naturally. If those guys find that they can't find many buyers at all, it's so interesting.
Chapter completed!