While Xiao Letian was sitting alone in the cabin, drinking wine and waiting for the Suzhou telegram, two figures at the stern of the Zhiyuan were whispering in the shadow of the light, tearing something in their hands from time to time.
No one on the Zhiyuan dared to take care of those two people, not even Xiang Ying. The captain of the armored ship could only watch the two people from a distance on the bridge, not daring to ask them what they were doing.
One is the director of the CIA, Wang Huaiyuan, and the other is Xiao Letian's close confidant Ryoma Sakamoto. The monk and the layman are leaning on a tin bucket, tearing the documents in their hands into pieces.
"Everyone in the world is so stupid! They only know how to pursue a superficial reputation, but they don't know how to pursue real interests..." Monk Longshi was still muttering softly while working on his hands.
Wang Huaiyuan was as taciturn as ever. In fact, his nature was not like this. It was precisely because he had done more intelligence work that his mood became darker and darker, and he gradually became unwilling to speak, and he was more willing to listen.
The Great Monk Longshi had long been accustomed to him being like this, and he didn't even need to talk to him. He just kept talking to himself, "If the stock market is successful, then all the industries in the entire Jiangnan will work for Prime Minister Bai. One company can affect hundreds or even more than 100 people." Thousands of people, then hundreds of industries cover the entire people..."
"The extremely poor people work for the merchants to earn wages. In fact, they are also making profits for the merchants, and at least 40% of these profits belong to the prime minister. Isn't this an invisible tax? It is even more than the tax paid..."
"The people work for the merchants, the merchants work for the prime minister, and the prime minister will provide them with military protection... Well! What is this if not a country? It's just that it didn't raise a banner, it's just that the Manchu Qing Dynasty can still take some away from Jiangnan It’s just wealth…”
"As time goes by, the prime minister will get more and more benefits from Jiangnan, while the Manchu and Qing Dynasties will get less and less. In the end, the Chinese army will provide more and more protection here, while the Qing Dynasty will get less and less... … If things continue like this, won’t this country be stolen?”
Sakamoto Ryoma tore up the bunch of documents in his hand, took out a bottle of sake from behind his back and took a swig. "To borrow a term that the prime minister often curses...what is it called? Idiot, yes, yes, that's a fool..."
"These days, only idiots are anxious to raise flags to rebel. Just like the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom before, it was a group of idiots who wanted to be emperors but even thought of something wrong... People have to be pragmatic, how can they be pragmatic?"
"The Prime Minister is still the smartest. What he seizes is real interests. In the darkness, he has made a secret alliance with all the people. From then on, Jiangnan is not a country of the Chinese in name, but in fact it has become a land of the Chinese... So clever!"
"This kind of pragmatism that doesn't care about face and only cares about the inside... I like it! Hahaha, I like it!" He raised his head and took another two sips of wine.
Wang Huaiyuan didn't say anything, just smiled faintly: "Tear it apart quickly. Once the Prime Minister knows it, we won't be able to walk away in vain. If we want to run Jiangnan, we still have a lot to do... First of all, just These things must be destroyed!”
What did the two of them fight about? In fact, it is the number of people who died during the entire financial crisis compiled by the CIA, and the specific data on the actual wealth collected by Lotte Bank.
This kind of black material must not be left behind. Now is the critical moment for the Prime Minister to improve his reputation and save Jiangnan's economy. Once someone with ulterior motives obtains this kind of raw material, it will definitely be a huge blow to the Prime Minister's reputation.
With a sting, the match struck out a ball of sparks, and the iron barrel was filled with torn loose pieces of paper. Wang Huaiyuan sighed, "The Prime Minister said that the historical truth can be hidden in the snow, but it cannot be tampered with or obliterated... I know. The Prime Minister is right, but I can't do it! This kind of black information in human history should be burned to the ground!"
"Whatever crime you have, I will bear it alone..." Before he finished speaking, the great monk Long Shi snatched the match with his hand, "Why do you need to resist? Of course we will tear it apart..." After saying that, the match was thrown away. Throwing it into the iron barrel, the flames burst into flames.
The two watched in silence as the fire swallowed up the documents. The sailors on the Zhiyuan would never understand what the two adults were burning. This secret would be hidden forever.
The empty archives were not destroyed, only the documents inside were destroyed. Wang Huaiyuan sighed and said, "Perhaps a hundred years from now, these dozen archives will become a headless case in history, and we still won't be able to tell the truth by then." What's the trouble!"
"Are you still thinking about things a hundred years from now? Don't think so far ahead. Each generation has its own destiny, and there are things they should bear. If you know 60% of history, you are considered knowledgeable. If you know 70%, you can rely on him to survive. If you want to eat, you know that more than 80% of them are just looking for pain for yourself!"
"What if you knew 100%? Haha... I feel that Yuan Yu is ominous!"
Wang Huaiyuan took the bottle from Ryoma Sakamoto and took a sip, "Yes, you are right, it is unlucky to see the fish in the deep, and those who are wiser than the sages will not live long! In the end, Monk Tang had to lose a few pages on the scripture stone when he was studying the scriptures. , Heaven and earth are not perfect, let alone our human world, hahaha, I didn’t expect that you really had an epiphany after becoming a monk?”
"Are you a real monk or a fake monk?"
"True and false, false and true, why do you want to understand so much? It's enough to just follow the path we think is right for a few decades in our lives. What do we think about our past and afterlife? What do we think about the plan that lasts for hundreds of years? It’s all fake…”
With a bang, the iron barrel was kicked into the Huangpu River. The Jiangnan financial crisis that shocked the world in 1869, the core secret files were kicked into the Huangpu River, and no one knew about it.
Ryoma Sakamoto and Wang Huaiyuan did not reveal even a single bit of the matter until their death, and Xiao Letian always thought that the information was still there. As a result, these missing files became an unsolved mystery for mankind a hundred years later.
What unknown events happened during the Jiangnan financial crisis in 1869? Where did those files go? Some people even attributed the loss of files to supernatural powers, which is a bit funny.
As for the countless literary, film and television works surrounding this mystery, there are so many historical speculations that they are countless.
Wang Huaiyuan and Sakamoto Ryoma had just returned to the lounge. Before they could take a sip of hot tea, the cabin door suddenly opened with a bang, and Xiang Ying rushed in with excitement on his face.
"Suzhou urgent call! Suzhou urgent call!"
"Liu Yunzhen sent an urgent telegram. Thirty of the most influential firms in Suzhou have signed the document this evening. The draft of the Suzhou Stock Exchange has been passed. The management team has been established. All the drafts drawn up by the Prime Minister have been committed!"
"Within three days, thirty original stocks will be listed! What a good start! What a good start!"
