Chapter 47: The Saint Shot the World with One Blow (Please Collect and Recommend)
“As a gambler, the best option is to become the banker.

The dealer who deals the cards will never lose. No matter who wins or loses, the result is what the dealer expects. "

Bai Mo whispered, then reached out his hand toward the window.

Because of his decision, the position of the banker in this gambling game has begun to waver.

If the story of Dragon Clan is regarded as a big drama, then at the beginning of the first round, the dealer announces the rules, and then the gamblers take out their chips and try their best to rack their brains to take the most advantageous card from the table.

However, now, with a word dropped by Bai Mo, the general trend has been formed, and the situation has changed silently.

"Welcome, uninvited guest."

Bai Mo opened his mouth, and then the surroundings became extremely quiet, without a single sound.

"I need to ask you to come out, your Excellency..." He didn't say much after that, but the meaning was very clear.

"How did you find me?" the girl's voice.

Bai Mo turned around and looked into the living room.

At this moment, there was a girl sitting on the sofa in the living room with her legs crossed. She was the person I met during the day.

Head of the Habsburg family, Susan Habsburg.

"No, this is just a test." Bai Mo shook his head.

In fact, Bai Mo did discover her through his own little tricks and the seeds he planted in her spirit.

However, even without this, Bai Mo knew that someone would come to see him at night.

Maybe the person who came was not a human, but a hybrid.

Probably not the girls, but the rest of the characters.

Maybe, maybe...there are many possibilities.

But one thing that is bound to happen is that Bai Mo's actions during the day attracted the attention of a mixed-race family in New York City, which then sent family members to meet Bai Mo.

This is bound to happen.

"This is an inevitable cause and effect." Bai Mo reached out and took a disposable plastic cup from the counter, then filled it with about two-thirds of warm water from the water dispenser on the side and pushed it in front of Susan.

"You're very interesting." Susan reached out and touched the water cup, and the words froze it into an ice sculpture.

"Most people would choose to leave the world of hybrids after being entangled in these problems. Why did you reject that person's proposal?"

Bai Mo naturally knew who she was talking about.

——The second big shot I met during the day was a contact with the Morgan Consortium.

“I think there may be other variables.”

Susan blinked, clasped her hands together, and said elegantly, "You are an excellent gambler."

Gambler, maybe?

But just like the character he established.

Bai Mo knew that if he wanted to continue to push forward the first arrow he shot, then the storm caused by himself had to be controlled in his own hands, otherwise the vicious consequences brought about by the chain reaction would be an immeasurable disaster.

With the world as the bow body, the global economic system as the bow arm, and the United States' economic policy development over the past 200 years as the bowstring, an arrow is strung on it, which is destined to cause a chain reaction leading to the collapse of the world's financial system - an arrow is shot at the mastermind behind the scenes.

This is the saint's attack, with unparalleled momentum.

Impossible to avoid.

Fate has already been determined, and there is no possibility of escaping it under the rolling tide of the times.

The arrow of cause and effect - an arrow forged with the causes of everything that Bai Mo imagined were driven by the masterminds behind the scenes.

"It's fun, isn't it? The world dances in my hands."

Bai Mo picked up the plastic cup that was frozen into ice and threw it into the trash can.

"Looking forward to your next performance." Susan walked forward with a smile, straightened Bai Mo's collar, then turned and left with a smile.

Waving your sleeves will not take away a single cloud.

"This night will not be peaceful." Bai Mo said to himself.

The world will never stop because of your actions alone.

Bai Mo was very clear that while he was taking action, others were also implementing their own plans to achieve the benefits they wanted.

Closing his eyes, Bai Mo fell into a light sleep on the sofa.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the bell of the next day rang, Bai Mo took out his cell phone.

"Everything has been confirmed." Clapping his hands, Bai Mo picked up the clothes hanging on the wall and walked upstairs.

Soon, Bai Mo met those "big shots".

The Morgan Consortium, the Rothschild Consortium, the Habsburg Consortium, and the previous boss of the US Treasury Department. Those standing here are people who can cause a financial storm with just a move of their feet!

"Lawrence, he was the previous chief financial officer of the United States and Mr. Henkel's spokesperson." Barry introduced every person here to Bai Mo.

But in fact, except for Lawrence, Bai Mo and the other three had met in advance.

"Friends, applause for our cooperation." Barry was not too nervous or flustered about this. He skillfully handed them a stack of documents that looked two fingers wide and required one person to hold it.

While letting them look at the information, Barry explained: "Obviously, everyone here knows that this garbage mountain will collapse sooner or later."

"Yes, this is exactly why we are gathered together." Lilith Morgan smiled at Bai Mo twice, nodded, and then said, "Mr. Barry, how big do you think this storm will be?"

"The U.S. financial market? The North American economy? Or the Western economy that is a combination of the U.S., Europe, and South America?"

"Perhaps we can broaden our horizons a little bit." Barry dragged out a sliding blackboard, then took out a piece of chalk and pointed at an irregular sphere.

"Earth, how is it?"

"Cool content, but I don't know why I'd help you." Lawrence looked at the watch on his wrist and made an invitation gesture to Barry.

Give me a reason.

Barry looked at Baimo.

Are you coming, or am I alone?

together.

After a quick eye contact, Bai Mo stepped forward, picked up a piece of chalk and began to tell the story.

"In 80, or 85, the entire world, led by the United States, in the Western countries, or so it is called, the new mixed-race families and the old mixed-race families jointly built a set of economic solutions that can be applied to the world."

"This is a perfect plan that fits the interests of the mixed-race forces behind the various consortiums, while maintaining the rapid development of the world economy."

"You may think this is not perfect, but the different hybrid forces were able to reach cooperation under their own different performances. Using the Abrahamic Covenant to bind almost all the hybrids to establish a new order is already an almost impossible miracle. From the perspective of the time, this was the perfect decision."

"This requires a detailed discussion of almost all hybrids, the variables produced by word spirits, alchemy, etc."

Bai Mo paused, then drew a line with his finger.

"Please see, everyone, in the initial stage, because the difference in the dividends of the new era is actually not that big at the beginning, even if there are linear fluctuations up and down, they are also within the allowable range."

“However, with the advancement brought by technology, especially the Internet industry, the global efficient economic market has developed rapidly.

Well, it can be called the arrival of the information age.

With the development, science and technology further liberated the productivity of human society, and then the world exploded into an unimaginable market economy. "

"Some families have relied on this income to become the most powerful force among the mixed-bloods, and have unimaginable say in all walks of life."

"Gattuso family." Lawrence said the word calmly.

A family with less than a thousand years of history, a family that had never fought a real battle with the Dragon King, had become the one with the most say in the secret party.

Bai Mo nodded, and then continued: "Yes, the Gattuso family has become the biggest beneficiary."

"The benefits you have gained are greater than ever before. In terms of actual growth, both sides can be said to have surpassed the past."

"But what about comparing it horizontally with the other mixed-blood forces in the time and space where you live?

The answer is that some families grow and some families decline.”

“This is the premise of the alliance.”

This absurd alliance was born out of the premise of backstabbing the secret party.

But it is so reasonable.

Why can’t we betray the Camarilla? Why can’t we betray the Abraham Accord?
"There is no treaty that cannot be broken."

Bai Mo said this softly.

Then, Baimo's fingers began to draw curves of different shapes on the blackboard.

"These curves represent the changes in the discourse power held by mixed-blood families over time." Barry spoke, and then he stepped forward to complete the standard pattern.

This is a relatively simple model he calculated based on commodity prices in the market, company asset ratios, social opinion authority, etc.

Everyone can see that as time goes by, their family will be quietly swallowed up by the Gattuso family.

The whirlpools from all walks of life can divide and strangle these ancient mixed-blood families.

“Lawrence, here’s the reason I gave you.

——To be or not to be, you have no choice. "

His face was red and swollen, Lawrence slammed his hands on the table in front of him, stared at him with golden eyes and roared: "You shouldn't have said that!"

(End of this chapter)