Blackstone Code

The purpose of the announcement by the National Bank of Lemar that the interest on savings is almost triple the original is to absorb idle funds in the society as soon as possible.

When people react that their profits from industrial production are not high enough in banks, and there is not even a little bit of risk in banks, a large amount of funds will flow back to banks.

The president also knew this through the description of the president, but sometimes, knowing is more painful than not knowing!

If he doesn't know the answer, he can put the blame entirely on the president, but now that he knows, he has to explain the reason to the operators of the private banks and the shareholders behind them.

why.

The savings interest of the National Bank will rise so much at once!

The people on both ends of the phone fell into silence at the same time.

The silence of the president was a desperate silence, and he had already realized what was going to happen next.

It is precisely because he clearly recognizes this that raising interest on savings is the last thing he can do for the National Bank, for the President, for himself and even the country.

The president's silence is because he thinks it's possible... things haven't been as pessimistic and hopeless as the president said.

He couldn't feel the suffocation, nor the fear of being slowly drowning but unable to struggle. He felt that the president might be exaggerating.

He is not only himself, but also the Pengjeao people behind him. If things really come to an irreversible day, he is not without a last chance, and there is also a way out!

He admits that the Commonwealth is very powerful, but he, the Lemar, is not without the slightest resistance.

This is not Nagalil after all!

Here... the Republic of Lemar!

The abnormal changes in the Lemar market immediately attracted the attention of international hot money. For these hot money with only capital and no country or position, they do not care what they will do next.

They only care about whether they can benefit from this, how much money they can make, and that's it.

If digging their own graves can bring a lot of benefits, they don't mind burying themselves—as long as the benefits of burying themselves outweigh the cost of dying, then why not?

People still don't know what's going to happen here, good or bad, but they have a vague idea of ​​what's going on here.

Because they saw Lynch!

In the field of international finance, Lynch is a very famous person!

He may not be like a doctor in some fields, a professor, how many papers related to finance have been published, and how many theories that future generations cannot avoid.

He doesn't have much academic achievements, but no one can ignore his existence.

Because he has never been "virtual", he will not play with those academic studies, he will only come to the real.

The "war" against Nagalil completely established Lynch's achievements and status in this field. It was he who, with his own strength, promoted the complete elimination of Nagalil's national currency!

He turned a country's currency into waste paper and then eliminated it. Except him, no one else has even imagined such a thing!

But he not only thought of it, but also realized it, which also means that Lynch will be an inescapable page in the history of world finance.

If I had to list the 100 greatest financials in history, there would always be Lynch.

And now, this Lynch, who personally created the "Galil Massacre", appeared in Lemar, who had diplomatic friction with the Federation some time ago. Even a pig knows what he is going to do!

Lemar's bad looks exacerbate another situation - nobody wants to sell them anything!

Ares do not belong to the international calculation currency, which means that arees do not have the value of exchange in international circulation.

No bank will take these things, and now the National Bank of Lemar and the various banks are short of cash, which means that if they want to buy something from the international market with areas as the currency, the seller will often refuse.

They would require Lemar's merchants to pay in a more mainstream settlement currency, such as Federal Sol, or they would take a lot of risk.

No one wants the currency they recovered to plummet, or even become waste paper.

Even a rate hike by Lemar National Bank will not change that.

About a week has passed, and the National Bank's reserves seem to have increased a lot, and it has exceeded 15%. Basically, it can be satisfied with normal daily use.

But the president was not at all happy. During this week, he was under tremendous pressure.

From the operators of private banks and the forces behind them, those people even sent him death threats, asking him to cut interest rates as soon as possible.

A run on these small banks is brewing and could break out anytime, anywhere.

But in the face of this situation, the president has nothing to do except keep silent and disappear!

In fact, not only the president was anxious, but also the worker Kent, who had been suspended for ten days. He found that he had the money in the bank at the door of his house and could not get it out.

Originally, he could put the money in the national bank, but considering that the bank at the door is closer to his home, and the savings interest is higher, he exists there.

Now that he has no money in his hand, he wants to take out some of his savings, but the bank where he deposited the money told him that he can't take it out now.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kent, from my side, there seems to be something wrong with your signature..."

The teller was a woman in her fifties, a little fat, she pointed to Mr. Kent's signature on the application form and pointed somewhere with the tip of her pen, "This is a little different from the signature you left at the bank..."

Kent frowned, "So what?"

The fat lady smiled. "Your signature is different from the signature you left, so we cannot be sure that you are the account holder."

"According to the bank's regulations, we will notify the owner of this account and make sure that the account information is not lost, and when your signature is consistent with the signature features you left, we can let you take the money from here!"

The fat lady said a lot of words, the core meaning is that the money today cannot be taken away.

But Kent didn't hear it so clearly, his voice was a little louder, "Damn, the information filled in this account is me, I'm sitting here, what else do I need to prove?"

Facing Kent who suddenly raised her voice, the fat lady still kept a smile, "Sorry, Mr. Kent, the way we confirm the identity of the account is through the ID information reserved above and..."

Before she could finish her words, Kent took out his ID and interjected, "And what?"

The fat lady looked at the documents and recalled whether she had seen this person, otherwise how would he know to bring the documents?

But her expression didn't change much, "...and confirm the phone information you reserved, we will call this number according to the phone you reserved, if you are Mr. Kent, after calling us to confirm, you You can withdraw the money from the account.”

Speaking of which, the fat lady lifted the receiver and made a call, but she quickly shook her head, "Sorry, no one answered, so I can't confirm that you are Mr. Kent. These documents can only prove part of it, but not all of it."

Kent looked stupid at the operation of the fat lady. How could he be able to answer the phone at home at the same time when the **** someone else was in front of the bank counter?

If he answers the phone at home, how can he come to withdraw money?

His voice was raised again, "I have never encountered such a situation before withdrawing money. I want to see your manager, and I want to complain to you!"

The fat lady seemed quite indifferent. She pointed to the table on the side, "Of course, Mr. Kent, this is your power."

"You go to the side and fill out that complaint form, then sign it and hand it to me, and I'll pass it on to the duty manager..."

Kent slammed the table, took a form and quickly filled it out, but the fat lady asked him to queue up again.

He fell into a kind of extreme mania for a moment, and he gasped and stared viciously at the fat lady.

The fat lady was not afraid that Kent would hurt her, but smiled indifferently.

Seeing Kent walking towards the end of the line, she turned her attention to the next person, and then continued to show her professional smile.

"...Ma'am, are you not the account holder himself?"

"Yes, she's waiting for your call at home..."

It seems that the holder of this account has also experienced what Kent experienced. In order to completely solve this cycle, the holder of the account stayed at home and waited for the call.

But they still underestimate the shamelessness of the bank. The fat lady regretfully returned the withdrawal form, "Sorry, the bank now stipulates that you must be present in person to withdraw money."

"Next person…"

Kent, who had re-queued, stood angrily at the end of the line. The people here were all waiting, but they didn't seem too anxious.

Some of them talked about some things about withdrawing money in the past few days. In short, no matter what they did, they could not get the money.

And this complaint seems to have aroused a wide range of recognition, and soon people before and after began to agree, and more and more people realize that they are not alone in getting money, but a common phenomenon!

This makes people have to fear, and even wonder, is the bank out of money, why can't they cash their deposits?

Once this terrifying thought is ignited, it is impossible to extinguish it.

Those who have been tortured by banks for days, finally understand the real reason.

They couldn't get the money, because there was a problem with the signature, because they didn't answer the phone in person, or because they didn't come to withdraw the money.

But... can't get the money!

In an instant, in less than ten minutes, the surrounding residents rushed over and asked to withdraw money...