Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

“As a gambler, your best option is to become a bookmaker.

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, and then stretched out his hand towards the window.

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

If the story of the Dragon Clan is regarded as a big show, then at the beginning of the first game, the dealer announced the rules, and then the gamblers took out their chips and tried to rack their brains to get the most advantageous ones from the card table. A card.

However, now, with Baimoluo's word, the general trend has been formed, and the situation has changed quietly.

"Welcome, uninvited guest."

Bai Mo spoke, and then the surroundings became extremely quiet, with no sound at all.

"I need to ask you to come out, my dear..." There was not much to say in the following words, and the meaning was obvious.

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

Bai Mo turned around and looked into the living room.

At this time, sitting on the sofa in the living room was a girl with her legs crossed. She was the person she had met during the day.

Susan Habsburg, head of the Habsburg family.

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

In fact, Bai Mo did discover her through his own little tricks, planting seeds into her spirit.

However, even without this, Bai Mo also knew that someone would definitely come looking for him at night.

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

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

Maybe, maybe... there are many possibilities.

But one thing that will definitely happen is that Bai Mo's behavior during the day has attracted the attention of a certain family in the mixed-race family in New York City, and then sent family members to meet with Bai Mo.

This is bound to happen.

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

"You are very interesting." Susan reached out and touched the water glass, and Yanling froze it into an ice sculpture.

"Most people will choose to leave the mixed-race world after being troubled by these problems. Why did you reject that person's proposal?"

Bai Mo naturally knew who she was talking about.

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

"I think there may be other variables."

Susan blinked, clasped her hands, and said gracefully: "You are an excellent gambler."

Gambler, maybe?

But just like the standing characters.

Bai Mo knew that if he wanted to continue pushing the first arrow he shot, the storm he caused must be in his own hands, otherwise the vicious consequences of the chain reaction would be an immeasurable disaster.

Taking the world as the bow, the global economic system as the arms, and the economic policy development of the United States for more than 200 years as the bowstring, an arrow destined to cause a chain reaction that will lead to the collapse of the world's financial industry - an arrow aimed at the mastermind behind the scenes.

This is a saint's strike, an unparalleled trend.

Impossible to avoid.

Destiny has long been doomed. Under the rolling tide of the times, there is no possibility of escaping.

The arrow of cause and effect - an arrow forged from everything that Bai Mo imagined were 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 cubes and threw it into the trash can.

"Looking forward to your next performance." Susan stepped 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 never stops because of your actions alone.

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

Close your eyes and fall asleep lightly on the sofa.

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

"Everything has been decided." Bai Mo clapped his hands and picked up the clothes hanging on the wall and walked upstairs.

Not long after, Bai Mo met those "big shots".

The Morgan Consortium, the Rothschild Consortium, the Habsburg Consortium, and the previous boss of the US Treasury Department.

The people standing here are all people who can cause a financial crisis with just one move!

"Lawrence, he is the last financial director of the United States and the spokesperson of Mr. Henkel." Barry introduced everyone here to Bai Mo.

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

"Friends, applaud our cooperation." Barry was not too nervous or flustered about this. He skillfully handed them a stack of documents that looked two fingers wide that needed to be picked up by one person.

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 the reason why we gathered together." Lilith Morgan smiled at Baimo twice, nodded, and then said: "Mr. Barry, how big do you think this storm can sweep?"

"U.S. financial markets? North American economies? Or Western economies united by the United States, Europe, and South America?"

"Maybe we can look a little bigger." Barry dragged out a sliding blackboard, then took out the chalk and pointed at an irregular ball and said.

"Earth, how is it?"

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

Give me a reason.

Barry looked at Bai Mo.

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.

"In 1980, or 1985, the entire world, led by the United States and Western countries, or as we call it, the new mixed-race family and the old mixed-race family jointly built a set of economic plans that can be applied to the world."

"This is a perfect plan, which is in line with the interests of the mixed-race forces behind the consortium, and at the same time maintains the rapid development of the world economy."

"Maybe you think this is not the most perfect, but cooperation can be achieved under the different performances of different mixed-race forces. Using the Abrahamic Contract to bind almost the vast majority of mixed-races to establish a new order is an almost impossible miracle. , from the perspective of the time, this was the perfect decision.”

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

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

"Please see, at the very beginning, the difference in dividends in the new era is actually not that big. Even if there are linear fluctuations up and down, they are still within the allowable range."

“However, with the progress 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 development, science and technology further liberated the productive forces of human society, and then an unimaginable market economy broke out in the world. "

"Some families rely on this income to become the largest force among mixed races, with unimaginable say in all walks of life."

"The Gattuso family." Lawrence said this word calmly.

A family that is less than a thousand years old, a family that has never fought with the Dragon King with real swords and guns, has openly become the one with the greatest 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, no matter which party you are, it can be said that it has surpassed the past."

“But how about a horizontal comparison, a comparison with other mixed-race forces in the time and space we live in?

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

"This is the premise of union."

The absurd alliance was born on the premise of backstabbing the secret party.

But so reasonable.

Why can’t we betray the secret party? Why can’t we betray the Abraham Accords?

"There is no treaty that cannot be broken."

Bai Mo said this sentence softly.

Then, foamy fingers began to draw different curves on the blackboard.

"These curves represent the changes in the voice occupied by mixed-race families over time." Barry started, and then he stepped forward to complete the standard pattern.

This is a relatively simple model that he calculated based on commodity prices on the market, company asset ratio, public opinion authority, etc.

Everyone can see that over time, their family will be quietly annexed by the Gattuso family.

The whirlpool from all walks of life can make these ancient mixed-race families divided and strangled.

"Lawrence, this is the reason I gave you.

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

With his face red and swollen, Lawrence slapped his hands on the table in front of him, stared at the golden eyes and yelled: "You shouldn't have said it!"