Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

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

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

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

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

"Mongrel." Barry repeated the word.

He knows part of the mixed race world. As a financial trader with some reputation on Wall Street today, Barry understands some things that don't follow common sense and logic.

Powerful, mysterious, and the deep unknown hidden behind the world.

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

Some people say that hybrids are a group of humans who stand behind the scenes of the world. They are a combination of families that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Some people say that hybrids are a group of monsters, aliens with incredible superpowers. They have existed since the age of dinosaurs, and Atlantis was their former country.

Others say that hybrids are a group of forerunners left behind after the destruction of previous civilizations. They inherit the wisdom of their predecessors and rule the world...

Many, many, some of them right and some of them wrong.

"Mulatto, a great word."

"Your guess is right, hybrids are the masters of this world."

Rohir III still spoke in a calm tone.

"Newton, Einstein, Galileo, and other historical figures you are familiar with...these great people who have been passed down through the ages, they are all mixed races."

"Wisdom and power, possessing human wisdom and exerting many incredible powers.

Even I don’t know whether Newton really unearthed the elixir of immortality from the dust of history, and 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 use their short lives to leave a strong mark on history.

Humanity will never forget Newton who completely integrated the motions of the planets with the falling of an apple.

We will never forget Einstein who wrote the theory of relativity, found the path to explore the microscopic realm, and left a torch along the way to point out the direction in the darkness.

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

Rohir said some sad words.

Bloodline determines everything, how ridiculous this is! ! !

"What you are seeing is true, the American economy is bound to collapse."

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

He expressed his confusion.

"Why, why is it that according to reality, everything will be destroyed, but it still seems like it doesn't exist.

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

Rohir opened his closed eyes, closed his hands, and slowly placed them on his legs.

"Because of the mixed race, because of the spirit of speech, and because of the Abrahamic Contract, we deceived the world."

Deception is a good word.

This is not something a family or aristocratic family can do.

It was the entire secret party who acted in unison to deceive.

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

Rohir shook his head.

Change, they can't do it.

If you want to change the structure of today's world economy, what is needed is an innovation that is responsible for creating a new world!

This kind of operation cannot be done by one or two people. It requires completely smashing the foundation of the current mixed-race family, and then forging and reshaping it in the fire.

The secret party can't do it. The dragon clan, historical issues, and the struggle between mixed-race families... this matter has already become too difficult for these people to deal with.

"In other words, everyone knows about this, but there is no such thing as everyone tacitly deceiving themselves and others." Barry spoke slightly, his tone trembling slightly.

There is a concerted effort by the upper echelons of this world to deceive people into believing that this is perfect, correct, and infallible financial policy.

Then execute them in unison, and make huge profits from them, earning resources produced in this world.

They are blinded by their own power and willingly believe the lies concocted by themselves and others.

"Why do you want us to know this answer? This is not in your interest."

Bai Mo looked at Rohir III, this was not in line with the interests gained by the Rohir family.

The golden eyes opened, and then he spoke.

The reason is simple, isn't it?

The secret party signed an agreement, and almost all mixed-race families joined forces to form an alliance.

What's the reason?

Interest is the simplest word.

——Everyone in the world is prosperous, and everyone is going to benefit.

"This is an opportunity." Greedy desire appeared in Rohir's golden pupils.

He is a hybrid, a hybrid who longs to replace the Dragon Clan and become the ruler of the new era just like the Dragon Clan ruled the world in the past!

"The Rothschild family, its companies, foundations, banks... can all be left to your disposal."

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

Barry sighed and turned to leave.

Bai Mo followed his footsteps.

"Why are they allowed to proceed?" Inside the house, a strange voice came from the originally empty room.

"Because we won't appear in public." Rohirr answered.

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"Where are we going now?" Bai Mo looked at Barry.

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

"I'm going to the bar, I want to see one last person."

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

"Um."

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

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

"John, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Barry."

They chatted for a while and talked to each other about their current situation.

Then Barry spoke. "How your bank conducts transactions."

"A new product, synthetic CDO." John shook his wine glass, unexpectedly sobering up in this riddle-filled bar.

Barry spoke calmly.

"Aren't you worried about the rising discontinuation rates?"

"I personally don't think CDOs have any risks."

"Wait, you're explaining." Barry made a stop motion with his hands, and then continued.

"CDO.A contains part of CDO.B, then CDO.B contains part of CDO.A, and then A and B are placed in C."

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

“CDO’s CDO, CDO can also include the remainder of your swap bet.

We call it synthetic CDO. "

Barry's eyes were sharp and he repeated: "Synthetic CDO, do you think clearly?"

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

"You know what this means..." Barry said with a slightly serious tone: "Do you know what this is equivalent to?"

If the bond is packaged and treated as a match, then the CDO is equivalent to a torch covered in fuel, and the 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 has made it smoother and smoother 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 dancer on the dance floor of the bar.

"We are the same as them, there is no difference. In our hands, the chips are pitifully small."

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

"You, me, and everyone in the world are just straw in the rice fields. They will fall down when the wind blows."

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

"...You're such a bastard." Barry cursed "Fuck", then stood up and left.

As they were going further and further away, a word came faintly.

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

John shook his shoulders, maybe.

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

When a cooperation treaty is signed, it is prepared to be torn up.