Chapter 45: Mixed-blood, the struggle between aristocratic families (please collect)

"Barry, do you want to hear a story?" Rothschild III clasped his hands together, his eyes like a kind old man reminiscing about the past.

"You seem to know a lot of things." Bai Mo's words showed a bit of immaturity.

"Yes, I still remember eighty years ago, in this country...

Gangs, the Great Depression, gunfights, and mixed-race fights."

"Half-blood," Barry repeated.

He knew part of the world of hybrids. As a financial trader with some reputation on Wall Street today, Barry understood some things that did not conform to common sense and logic.

Power, mystery, and the deep unknown that lies behind the world.

In the eyes of Barry, or many people who stand in high positions in the world, the world of hybrids is so mysterious.

Some people say that mixed-race people are a group of humans standing behind the scenes of the world. They are a combination of families passed down for thousands of years.

Some people say that the hybrids are a group of monsters, aliens with incredible super powers. They have existed since the dinosaur era, and Atlantis was their former country.

Some people also say that the hybrids are a group of pioneers left behind after the collapse of the previous civilization. They inherited the wisdom of their predecessors and ruled the world...

There are many, many of them, some are right and some are wrong.

"Half-blood, a great word."

"Your guess is correct. The hybrids are the masters of this world."

Rothschild III spoke in the same calm tone.

"Newton, Einstein, Galileo, and many other historical figures you are familiar with... these great men who have been passed down through the ages are all mixed-race."

"Intelligent, powerful, possessing human wisdom, and exerting many incredible powers.

Even I don’t know whether Newton really dug out the elixir of life from the dust of history, or whether Einstein’s theory of relativity can cover the known universe that humans have explored.”

Wisdom allowed them to surpass the so-called Dragon King and leave a mark in history with their brief lives.

Humanity will never forget Newton, who completely integrated the movement of the planets through the example of an apple falling to the ground.

We will never forget Einstein, who wrote the theory of relativity, found a way to explore the microscopic world, and left torches along the way to point the way forward in the darkness.

"They are strong because of their wisdom, and we are proud because of our bloodline."

Rothschild said something very sad.

Bloodline determines everything, how ridiculous it is!!!
"What you saw is real. The U.S. economy is bound to collapse."

"But that didn't happen." Barry began.

He expressed his confusion.

"Why, why is it that according to reality, all of this will be destroyed, but it's still as if it doesn't exist.

This seriously violates the objective development trend. According to many phenomena in the current financial field, collapse is an inevitable result! "

Rothschild opened his closed eyes, clasped his hands together, and slowly placed them on his legs.

"Because of the hybrids, because of the Word Spirits, and because of the Abrahamic Covenant, we deceived the world."

Deception, a good word.

This is not something that only a family or an aristocratic family can do.

The entire secret party tacitly carried out the deception.

"Since you have such ability, why don't you make changes?" Bai Mo asked curiously.

Rothschild shook his head.

Change, they can't.

If we want to change the structure of the current world economy, we need innovation that is groundbreaking and responsible!
This kind of operation cannot be accomplished by one or two people. It requires completely smashing the foundation of the current mixed-blood family and then forging and reshaping it in the fire.

The secret party can't do it. The dragon clan, historical issues, and the struggles between mixed-blood families... these people and this matter have already become too difficult to handle.

"That is to say, everyone knows about this, but the fact that everyone tacitly deceives themselves and others does not exist." Barry spoke softly, his voice trembling slightly.

The upper echelons of this world work together to deceive people, believing that this is a perfect, correct, and foolproof financial policy.

Then they all carry it out in unison and make a fortune from it, earning the resources produced by this world.

They were blinded by their own power and willingly believed the lies made up by themselves and others.

"Why would you let us know the answer? It's not in your interest."

Bai Mo looked at Rothschild III. This was not in line with the interests that the Rothschild family had gained.

The golden eyes opened, and then he spoke.

The reason is simple, isn't it?
The secret party signed an agreement, and almost all the mixed-blood families joined forces to form an alliance.

What is the reason?
Benefit, the simplest word.

——The world is bustling with people, all seeking profit. "This is an opportunity." Greedy desire appeared in Rothschild's golden pupils.

He is a half-breed, a half-breed who longs to replace the dragon clan and become the ruler of the new era just as the dragon clan ruled the world in the past!
"The Rothschild family, its companies, foundations, banks... can all be handed over to you for control."

He looked at Barry, his golden pupils filled with trust and cold cruelty.

Barry sighed and turned away.

Bai Mo followed his steps.

"Why should we let them go on?" Inside the house, a strange sound was heard from the originally empty room.

"Because we won't show up in public," Rothschild replied.

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"Where to go now?" Bai Mo looked at Barry.

Anyone who is not blind can see that his mind is very complicated.

"Let's go to the bar. I want to see one last person."

"I'm going to take care of my own business. See you tomorrow."

"Ah."

The two chatted for a while and then left in their own directions.

Inside the bar, Barry met his old friend, a man wearing glasses.

"John, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Barry."

After a few small talks, they talked about each other's current situation.

Then Barry spoke up. "How do you do transactions at your bank?"

"A new product, synthetic CDO." John shook his wine glass, unexpectedly sober in this drunken bar.

Barry spoke calmly.

“Aren’t you worried about the rising default rate?”

“I personally don’t think there are any risks in CDOs.”

"Wait, explain it." Barry made a stop gesture with his hands, then continued.

"CDO.A contains part of CDO.B, and then CDO.B contains part of CDO.A, and then A and B are put into C."

"Yes, that's right, this is CDO squared." John drank the cocktail in his hand.

“A CDO of a CDO, a CDO can also contain the rest of your swap bet.

We call it synthetic CDO."

Barry's eyes were sharp, and he repeated, "Synthetic CDO, have you figured it out?"

"It's very profitable, isn't it?" John still smiled.

"You know what this means..." Barry said in a slightly heavy tone, "Do you know what this means?"

If you think of a bundle of bonds as a match, then a CDO is like a torch covered in fuel oil, and a synthetic CDO is... a nuclear bomb.

"Of course, I'm a genius in finance."

"Barry, your hedge fund has made a lot of money in the stock market, and Lawrence's support is making things go more and more smoothly for you."

"I'm different from you. I don't have your talent, so I can only make this kind of money."

John laughed twice, then pointed his finger at the dancers on the dance floor of the bar.

"We are no different from them. We have very few chips in our hands."

"Barry, little people like us don't have a choice."

“You, me, and the masses of the world are but stalks in a rice field, which will fall down when the wind blows.”

"We are all a bunch of bugs. You think I am a parasite in your heart, but this society treats bugs like me very well."

"...You're such a bastard." Barry cursed "Fuck" and got up and left.

As we walked further and further away, a faint voice came from our ears.

——"John, the bugs will not be defeated!"

John shook his shoulders. Maybe.

The bugs may not be defeated, but John doesn't think that he and Barry, who know part of the truth, have the ability to resist the fate of this world.

　A cooperation treaty is signed with the intention of being torn up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)