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Chapter 1374 1372. I am afraid of others' greed and I step on them

"The additional investment rate for Class A products has exceeded 259%. This is just the data from yesterday. There will be another surge in investors today and tomorrow.

It seems that the civilians and small business owners who were waiting to see the outcome have finally opened their wallets.”

In the top-floor office of Misty Sea Trading Company, Ivankov stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. He looked at the queue of people waiting to make purchases around a fruit store on the street downstairs, as if they were in the millennium of another world. Even without the need for sound, just by looking at the scale of the movement of heads, he knew how fanatical these people attracted by wealth were at this moment.

He whispered:

"Alas, I clearly gave them the opportunity to leave."

"I've said it before, Ivan. You've given them not an opportunity, but a deadlier bait. Commoners are always conservative. They won't listen to the exaggerated words and temptations of the self-righteous masters. They only care about what they see with their own eyes.

They are very realistic, but many times, reality means they are more likely to be tempted and deceived by what is in front of them.

Yesterday's wave of dividends has proved that investing in Class A commodities can really make money. All they need to do is invest their life-long wealth into a beautiful dream and then wait to become rich overnight.

As for those who actually received dividends, it is even less likely that they would stop investing after tasting the sweetness. In fact, there were less than 50 customers who received dividends and stopped investing yesterday. "

The shadow elf secretary, Guinevere, stood beside Ivan, holding a folder. She looked at the crowd below with no pity in her eyes, only calmness. She said:

"Even among the fifty people who seemed to be awake, most of them were 'inspired' by Ms. Dutna. I asked someone and they told us that they heard the voice of the goddess in their dreams or at other times.

Obviously, the Goddess of Wealth has also started her own "deification movement" in this disaster that she has promoted. She has been selecting suitable believers and faith leaders for herself. These fifty people are the flames that will spread the glory of wealth in the future. Once the darkness that will extinguish all things comes, these flames will illuminate the world.

But I'm still very curious. We will be evacuating in three days, and this is the time to make one last profit.

However, you still set an investment limit for customers who invested in the second phase, instead of accepting as much as they wanted. So, has your boring kindness come into play again?

Don't want to take away the last penny in their pockets, but leave them a little money to live on? "

"With the current scale and total amount of funds collected, a little more or less doesn't make any difference to us, but for these avid gamblers, whether they have the last bit of money to make up for their losses after losing everything may be a matter of life and death."

Ivankov shook his head and said:
“Only those who have lost everything will be so casual about life and death. The gamblers we met in Treasure Bay will fight desperately to win back as long as they have a penny left.

As long as that breath is still there, people will not go to a dead end.

The goddess only needs to show the power of wealth, she does not need the souls of these people, and even if we take a step back and say that we have already taken their lives, we should leave them with a life. "

"Boring kindness."

Guinevere commented:

"You are still too conservative. If this matter was manipulated by the conspiracy group of shadow elves, I am afraid that all the customers of Kafhoka would sign a contract of sale forever for the golden dream. However, you only took away their property and left them with freedom.

But considering that you did a good job, I won’t ridicule you.”

"I've been reading lately, Guinevere."

Ivan whispered:
“There’s a saying in the book that only when people have nothing will they seriously examine their past. Although few people can be enlightened in this process, as long as it can trigger enlightenment and thinking, the test that the goddess wants has been completed.

Mr. Crow was very unhappy with the goddess's casual intervention in this matter.

What he was dissatisfied with was not that the goddess used her divine power to make people tempted by money, he just wanted to see people in desperate situations rely on themselves rather than the help of gods to get out of the predicament.

I used to not be able to understand Mr. Crow’s behavior, and I thought it was just a vicious test of human nature. But as I finished reading the book he gave me, I gradually realized that this was not the case.

Mr. Crow is a truly kind person, he hopes that everyone can regain their dignity in a country ruled by gods. "

"That guy is the most dangerous human being I have ever seen! Ivan, don't have any contact with him in the future. The fact that he can easily overthrow Kakhovka means that he can easily control the mind of anyone in this world.

That’s not even bewitching.”

When talking about crows, Guinevere's expression was obviously not very good. She twisted her body uncomfortably and said:

"If he were a shadow elf, he would definitely become the most outstanding matron of the Abyss Sisterhood."

"No!"

Ivan shook his head and said:
“If Mr. Crow was born in the shadow elf society, then turning that terrible hell upside down would be the only thing he would do. From this point of view, you and other shadow elves should feel lucky.

As his disciple.
I think I should also set a greater ideal for myself.

Let’s not talk about that anymore. How is the asset transfer going?”

"very smooth!"

Guinevere reported:

"Since last night, seven ships loaded with wealth have left the port of Bernie City one after another. They will dock at Stromgarde, and then the group of dwarves who worship the goddess will count the wealth and transport it back to Treasure Bay. They will be placed in the basement of the Sanctuary of Wealth, which has been capped and is undergoing interior decoration.

Boss Huo called that place the 'Iron Bank', which to be honest makes sense.

After we withdraw all the liquid funds in our hands and send them to that place in the next few days, the Iron Bank will become the most exaggerated treasure trove in the entire Old Continent, and our goddess will use this money to build a financial system that accommodates the entire world.

From now on, coins printed with the goddess's prayers will gradually circulate throughout the continent, and only those blessed currencies will have value.

Ms. Dutna's existence will shift from a simple symbol of wealth to the emerging financial concept and truly become one with the operation of the world.

At this point, our goddess will achieve true advancement!

From an ordinary believer in God to one of the foundations of the entire world, even so, Ms. Dutna is just following the old path of Ms. Rose.

The great Lady Rose has foreseen the future. Her world network covers everyone. Even the entire trial of the goddess of wealth depends on Lady Rose's network to complete!"

Guinevere paused, and then she said to Ivan:

"You are an exceptional person, Ivan. Please come with me into the temple of Lady Rose. You can accomplish greater things with this. I will only invite you this once!"

"No."

Ivan simply refused:

"I have chosen my own path. Guenive, we will begin to evacuate our people in Kakhovka in batches after the second phase of investment ends tomorrow. We will send them to safe areas according to the original plan. The people in each office and counter will be replaced by trained locals. We will continue to operate until all our people are evacuated."

"Okay, Ivan, but there is something very troublesome."

Guinevere frowned and said:
“Because the second phase of investment also opened up the lending business, the real estate collateral we have has increased dramatically. Currently, the real estate received by the headquarters in Bernie City alone has included nearly one twentieth of the real estate in Bernie City, and there are also many rural land deeds in other places.

It is difficult to withdraw this kind of stuff quickly, and we can't hold it in our hands, and we can't just burn it, right?"

"Well, don't bother with that."

Ivankov waved his hands and said:

"That is a 'gift', a gift that will be sent to the Ice Palace in the future. I hope that these real estate deeds involving thousands of households can appease the wolf girl's bad mood for losing a province.

Please arrange a carriage for me, Guinevere. I need to go to Marshal Heraclius's residence." "Hmm?"

The Shadow Elf Secretary said in surprise:
"What are you going there for? You don't necessarily have to say goodbye to the old marshal before leaving, do you?"

"Goodbye indeed."

Ivankov grinned and said:
"I want that old, stupid, bad guy to return every penny he earned from me. The bastard who drank the blood of soldiers must be severely punished. Don't forget, I was also a soldier."
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"Hmm? You want to withdraw funds again?"

In the mansion of Sir Benge, the second largest banker in Bernie City, the pampered old lord was sorting out accounts wearing exquisite reading glasses. After hearing the request made by the visiting guest, he immediately frowned.

As one of the platinum clients of the Misty Sea Trading Company, Sir Benge, like other bankers in the city, has invested heavily in the trading company. The previous successful and exaggerated dividends made him very appreciative of the prospects of the Misty Sea Trading Company, and it was also very pleasant to do business with such a person.

However, ever since the investment threshold for Class A commodities was relaxed, something seems to be wrong.

This was the second time that unplanned cash withdrawals had been made from him. To be honest, if such a situation occurred in the real world, investors would have already sent out business spies to investigate and be ready to withdraw funds at any time to escape. Although Kafhoka's bankers were not as professional as the actuaries in the investment banks of another world, they were also worried.

Even if it is a small business, it is not a good thing to borrow money from others every few days. What's more, with the cash flow on the books of Misty Sea Trading Company, they don't need to withdraw cash temporarily, and this has happened twice.

Seeing Sir Benge frowning, the half-elf account manager immediately took out a report with enthusiasm and handed it to the old knight, pointing to the numbers and curves that made people happy, and said:
"Look! This is the follow-up growth curve of Class A commodity investment this time, as well as the amount of funds we raised after this 10% dividend. The previous cash withdrawal was precisely for the huge investment intention that could be brought about by this dividend.

Sir, excuse me for being blunt.

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We are in big business, so we cannot limit our focus to one or two minor accidents. How can big things be smooth sailing?

And numbers never lie. After the operations of Misty Sea Trading Company, such an astonishing fund-raising will generate profits that will definitely exceed your imagination.

The best part is that part of the earnings from this Class A commodity investment will be funneled into the Class C commodity investment you hold, which means that in the major shareholder dividends ten days later, you can get at least a quarter more investment income than usual.

In fact, we don’t have to withdraw cash locally to maintain this short-term business, but it turns out that compared to the arms business, when the sale of civilian goods breaks through an order of magnitude, the profits it can bring are no less than those of the arms business. More importantly, the profits from this thing are stable enough. ”

The half-elf whispered:

"After all, people can go to war without guns, but they cannot go without food! Therefore, after repeated research, our company has decided to shift its investment focus to Class A commodities in the next round of major shareholder fundraising. Your support at this time is part of this attempt.

Mr. Ivankov attaches great importance to high net worth clients like you, so he told me that this cash withdrawal can be regarded as a loan.
We will pay interest according to the rules you normally use when lending money.”

"Ok?"

When it came to interest, Sir Benge was no longer sleepy.

He was doing the banking business of the feudal era. The lowest interest rate he offered when lending money could be called usury. If the Misty Sea Trading Company was really willing to pay interest for this cash withdrawal, the profits he could get would be absolutely amazing.

At this moment, the old knight had already decided to agree to this withdrawal, even if the half-elf in front of him wanted to take away most of the cash in his hands at once, but compared with the risks, the benefits were definitely a sure win.

But just as the old knight was about to nod, he suddenly saw his son standing outside the door and shaking his head slightly at him, which made the old knight frown immediately.

He coughed and said to the sweet and lovely half-elf account manager in front of him:

"After all, this is all the cash I have. Please understand that I must think carefully before making a decision. Please sit in the living room for a while. I will give you an answer in ten minutes at most."

After that, the old knight left the living room with his cane. Outside the door, his son did not bother to greet his father and said directly:

"Don't give the money out, father, this is a trap!"

"Ok?"

The knight, who had been in the lending business all his life, looked with surprise at his son, who had previously disliked getting involved in business.

He waited for his explanation.

Little Benge coughed and said:
"I admit that I am not as experienced as you in this field, and I made mistakes in calculating the profits. But lack of experience is not a bad thing sometimes. For example, when I heard what the half-elf said, I realized that she was lying to you.

The reason is simple!
The money in our hands is the principal held for the Misty Sea Trading Company. They come to withdraw their own money and are willing to pay high interest for it. Doesn't this seem wrong no matter how you look at it?

In fact, I was about to say that last time you agreed to let them withdraw cash.

The other party has such a big business, and has commercial dealings with the Songhai Empire, the mermaids, and even the Kalem people. They also have large investments in Transia. If they really need cash so much, why don't they go to the noble lord who is more likely to come up with so much money at once? Instead, they have to mess around in Bernie City frequently?
All the prominent figures in this city are their clients, and they are almost draining all the funds in their hands.

Father, I know that doing business with them has made our family a lot of money, but if you ask me, I may not be a good businessman, but I consider myself a good hunter.

You know how when you're hunting snapper-toothed bears, you prepare expensive nectar in advance to lure the beast into your trap.

Now, we are the bear, and each dividend is the delicious but deadly nectar. I said, I can't understand the account books, the complicated yield curves and calculation formulas. Those numbers make me dizzy.

But I know that if these concepts and formulas are invented by others, then we'd better not use these trendy things when calculating our own returns."

Sir Benge narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, looked at his son, and said:
"So, you think this is a scam?"

"Yes, not only is it a scam, but it's almost time to close the net."

Little Bengue stroked his beard and said:

“As I said, I have no evidence.

But I know that they are all masters of playing with numbers, so when fighting with them, you cannot think in the area they are good at. If this is a hunt, the hunter's bullet has already been pressed into the gun chamber.

Father, I suggest you stop immediately.

This may result in losses, but the risk is also reduced, and the money we earned in the previous rounds can at least be put in our pockets.”

"Then what do you think we should do?"

The old knight thought for a moment, looked at his son again, and asked:

"Do you think we should expose this scam to our peers?"

"No, why would you do that? Father, you are a banker. You and Grandpa are in the lending business. This is not a charity."

Little Benge looked at his father in surprise and said:
"Not only can we not expose this scheme, but we also have to trick other colleagues into falling in line!
In this way, if we make a wrong judgment, our peers who make a lot of money will thank us for our advice, and at least we can earn a favor.

To put it another way, if this is really a game, then after other colleagues fall, we will be the only ones left to feast together with the winners.

This is truly a business that makes a lot of money.

This is why two hunters will often choose to cooperate when hunting the same prey, rather than fighting each other before the hunt is complete. Even the worst hunter is better than being the prey, right? "

"Makes sense!"

Sir Benger made up his mind.

He looked at the half-elf account manager in the living room and decided to trick this guy.

After the old knight left, little Benge hesitated for a moment, took out a glittering gold coin from his arms, looked at the strange patterns on the coin, and sighed after stroking it for a while. He might have been chosen, but he was not very happy.

After all, it is too late to turn over and become a hunter now. You can only follow the winner and eat the leftovers.
(End of this chapter)