Chapter 578 Weekend Massacre
Daniel Mad arrived at the Federal Residential Credit Agency at 2:30 p.m. with his team.
This is the first time they were so active when they attended a similar meeting.
Perhaps it was because of bad premonitions, or unknown fears, that made them hope that the Agency for Residential Credit and the Treasury Department and Fed officials would see their positive attitude.
Although Made knew in his heart that this might be useless, on the other hand, instead of sitting in the hotel to guess all kinds of pessimistic fates, it is better to come and face it in advance.
Made didn't know whether the officials could detect their attitude, but he soon understood the officials' attitude.
Seeing their group arrive, staff quickly told them, "I'm sorry, everyone, the meeting is not ready yet."
This staff member is actually familiar with them, but this time, after saying this, he hurriedly left and left their group in the hall.
This obviously does not conform to etiquette, which naturally annoys Made and the others.
If it were normal, not to mention that they were the executives, the company would come here alone to do business, and there would at least be a place to drink coffee while waiting.
But now, they are powerless to care, and in fact, they cannot care.
At this point, no one has any unrealistic fantasies about the outcome of their trip.
Because of this, they simply completely let go. The guys who are in a giant company that manages more than $5 trillion in loans (this amount is nearly half of the $1 trillion in the United States, and they and Freddie Mac add up to nearly half) are chatting and hilariously in the hall of the Credit Agency with their hands or hips.
Now that things have come to this, love whoever you want.
However, when he saw Fed Chairman Bernanke coming in through the front door, out of politeness and luck, Mad went over and greeted him.
Unlike the ex who always smiled, the chairman of the Federal Reserve is always a little serious. Especially today, when he saw Ma De, he nodded from a distance and walked straight upstairs.
Not to mention shaking hands, I didn't even say a word of "hi".
Ma De even knew that today's meeting would be worse than he expected, but for some reason, at such a time, he was still in the mood to joke, "Do you think that the Chairman treats me as a staff member? Because, it seems that every time I enter and exit the company, I will nod to the guard at the door."
The pressure executives laughed through this incident, and some people analyzed, "It is indeed very likely. You know, there are so many things that have caused the Chairman's headaches that he really didn't recognize you just now."
At this time, someone pointed outside the door and said, "That person is the one wearing glasses in the middle. If we read it wrong, he is a reporter from the Wall Street Journal. What do you think he is waiting outside the door now?"
What else can I do? I definitely got the news in advance, so I lurked at the door. There is no doubt that the source of this news is definitely not the people like them.
Everything, at this time, clearly shows that it is very likely that they will be the last time they are here as they are now.
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By three o'clock, they were finally invited into the conference room.
Like the conference rooms of all departments except the White House they have visited, this conference room is very tall and the light is always insufficient. The dress is solemn and solemn. Even the air in the conference room seems to be like bureaucracy.
And Mad and others were designated to sit on the side of the oval desk and wait, like a row of prisoners waiting for the grand jury's verdict.
About a few minutes later, the door was opened, and the first person who came in was the tall Paulson. He walked to the opposite side without squinting.
Bernanke followed him quietly, his bearded and his serious expression made him look a little bitter and revengeful.
And he looked as if he was still immersed in the problems that gave him headaches.
Jim, the director of the Department of Credit and the sponsor of the conference
Chapter completed!