When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 734 Why can’t I come up with a chapter title?
Three days later, on the top floor of the Rapid City Exchange.

Through the expensive crystal glass, the outline of the city is faintly visible in the glow of the morning light, and the port in the distance is filled with a faint mist.

The windows of Libra Gold Label were gently closed by the servants to prevent the cold wind outside from freezing the seventeen gentlemen in the conference room.

These "masters" are the senior partners of the Megedi Chamber of Commerce.

In order to quickly restore the economy after the war, Horn gave considerable support and authority to the Magdi Chamber of Commerce, and used them to take over a large number of industries that originally belonged to the nobles.

These seventeen people were distributed in a series of industries including finance, shipping, dyes, grain, carriage and horse trading, textiles, pharmaceuticals, and furs, and most of them occupied more than half of the market share.

In the eyes of most civilians, aren’t these senior partners the “masters”?

But in front of Horn who had not yet arrived, these partners were like lambs in a sheepfold in winter, nervous and uneasy.

The long table was placed under the huge gold-framed painting of "The Smile of the Saint Grandson" next to the fireplace, and on the table were oranges, tea cups, meeting minutes, paper and pen that had been placed in advance.

The air was filled with the aroma of coffee, and several waiters were walking back and forth, serving fresh snacks and drinks to these upper-class people.

The partners were all elegantly dressed, wearing dark robes or whalebone long skirts with fashionable narrow sleeves, silk scarves or gold and silver collar buttons.

The senior partners sitting on the carved hardwood velvet chairs on both sides were talking in low voices.

Some people looked serious and were still saying to each other, "If you are not afraid, then why should I be afraid?" and "I thought you had no news."

Some people looked groggy, like insurance tycoon Old Eddie and lottery king Brandon, both of whom looked as if they had not woken up yet.

Some people even left their seats and walked around the meeting room, occasionally leaning over, holding the backs of the chairs on both sides, and talking to other partners around them.

Some people are referring specifically to Duterte, the head of the New York Stock Exchange.

Duterte is considered one of the founders of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce. He took the initiative to merge his own chamber of commerce into Magdi, which was a big gamble.

But he won the bet. The Magdi Chamber of Commerce first swept through River County, and then, by betting on Horn and Meliati, extended its tentacles to all aspects of industry and commerce in the Thousand River Valley and even the Black Snake Bay.

During this period, Duterte took the lead and expanded the business territory of the Megedi Chamber of Commerce with super high efficiency and execution.

Wearing a robe imitating that of aristocrats, Duterte was still whispering to his partner: "Mrs. Margaret, what do the so-called "Workshop Chamber Registration Bill" and "Proposal to Establish the Holy Fathers Society in the Magdeburg Chamber of Commerce" mean?"

"You know that in the imperial army, the emperor often sends a military supervisor to monitor the army, right? Isn't this a military supervisor?"

"I know Sheng Sun means well, but do you dare to trust the monks under him? If he can just stop you, he can bankrupt you and destroy your family!"

"If the Holy Father Worship Association is really established, will the Magdi Chamber of Commerce still belong to us? Won't it become the property of His Majesty the Saint Grandson?"

"Look, we have to register with the Chamber of Commerce and financial stocks with real names. Oh my God, isn't this just for accountability?"

Whether it is the real-name registration system for workshops and chambers of commerce or the real-name registration system for finance, it is impossible to really prevent these "tycoons" from monopolizing the market.

However, once implemented, it will significantly increase the cost of market manipulation for partners.

Gone are the days when one could own shares and have servants act as brokers or representatives.

Because once the real name is registered, the ownership belongs to the person who registered the real name. Others have power but cannot exercise it, while risks and debts can be easily thrown to the person who registered the real name.

That servant is both a nominal servant and a real servant, it would be strange if he didn't rebel.

Duterte's fingers tapped a rapid rhythm on the back of the chair, as if urging him on.

When he saw Mrs. Margaret, who was in charge of the Pharmacy Guild, clutching her pearl handbag, he continued to whisper in her ear: "Don't you think that we could escape the unwarranted accusations from the Cheka and the military police by using false names before, but what about now?" After trembling, Mrs. Margaret pondered for a few seconds and said, "I know."

Duterte stood up and looked around the entire Megdi Chamber of Commerce. Except for the senior partners who depended on Horn for their survival, more than ten partners had sided with him.

As long as these senior partners of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce unite together, Horn can't really do anything to them.

If all else fails, just go and join the tyrannical prince. Unless the Holy Grandson wants to start a civil war, he won't dare to kill them. At most, he can force them to shed some gold coins.

Duterte was so heartbroken this time that he even prepared 8000 pounds in cash in advance!
He knew that the Patriarch had a good reputation, so he would donate the money directly to an orphanage or other organization in the name of the Patriarch.

There was a sudden sound of wood crackling in the fireplace, which scared the textile industry partner so much that he knocked over the bone china teacup.

The brown liquid spread along the tablecloth embroidered with gold thread, just like the secret trading network beneath the dining table of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce.

Those rivers of money, made up of anonymous short-selling chambers and bearer shareholdings, are flowing slowly in invisible places.

A shipping partner named Milson could not help but snort coldly: "Some people should not go too far. Although His Majesty the Saint Sun seems too idealistic on some issues, without him, where would we be sitting here now?
Besides, some people should also think about it with their conscience. Is it so easy to make money by doing something against one's conscience? "

Duterte sneered and glanced at the other party, disdainful of arguing with him any further.

Milson Shipping's biggest order is Horn's border trade, so it's natural for it to speak for Horn.

Duterte did not expect to win him over to his camp. He looked around and raised the teacup in his hand: "Everyone, there are traitors around your Majesty. As a loyal citizen of your Majesty and a devout believer of the Holy Father -

If these ridiculous bills are to be pushed forward, we will do everything we can to prevent the evildoers from succeeding!"

"Indeed, indeed!" Twelve of the seventeen senior partners present raised their teacups.

"clatter--"

"Your Excellency Patriarch Horn and His Excellency Catherine, the County Governor of River County, are here!" the ceremonial officer shouted.

Almost subconsciously, everyone in the conference room stood up to greet him.

The door of the conference room opened, and Horn and Catherine walked in together.

Horn was wearing a dark purple robe and still had that smiling face.

Catherine, who was holding Horn's arm, was wearing a light blue men's military uniform and exquisite gold jewelry on her chest.

"Duterte!" Catherine's glasses flashed coldly, "What did you just say?"

"Just chatting with you all, expressing my admiration for you two like the endless flow of the Nauan River." Duterte bowed politely and sat back in his seat.

But as he lowered his head and walked quickly towards his seat, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Horn calmly glanced at the partners in the conference room, especially at Duterte, and then walked to the main seat at the table and sat down.

Catherine sat beside him, quietly looking at every partner present.

"Everyone is here today, and you all know what we are going to discuss - real-name registration and the establishment of the Holy Fathers Association. You can all share your opinions."

Horn still didn't waste any words and spoke straight to the point to the senior partners.

(End of this chapter)