Chapter 675

"Old dukov, you've been in contact with the Freemasons. Do you know when they stared at the revolving door?"

"How can you know!" after breaking the sword and swearing, dukov avoided the three words of Freemasonry. "Those Scottish stonemasons are as difficult as mice. Even the Vatican can't grasp them."

"Also..." sighed helplessly.

Thanks to the Catholic Church's tireless publicity of secret societies, in the 18th century European cultural circle, non mainstream groups such as Freemasons and light notes, which lived on conspiracy, always enjoyed a high reputation among the elite.

This has not changed much in the later generations of Lorraine's dream.

Europeans worship these hidden conspirators. The more elite they are, the more so. They worship and fear at the same time.

Such an atmosphere makes it easy for them to overestimate the strength of conspirators. Whether they are deified or demonized, they always look with admiration.

Unfortunately, their aura has no effect on Lorraine.

Unable to win over, divide, threaten, destroy, or even wait.

Conspiracy is inherent. It is weak and lacks the strength to make a final decision. This defect is particularly obvious in front of Lorraine, a young, rich, lack of restraint and full of power.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Freemasons will take the initiative to come to dukov from the shadow, deliberately show Lorraine's uniqueness, and want to brand a different label on him in this way, and then cut off his allies.

Poor skills

Lorraine laughed disdainfully.

"Gentlemen, I think of an interesting hypothesis. If our opponent today was not the Freemasons, but the Rufus family, fizaran family and so on, would we still be so frightened as now?"

"This..."

"The ancestors of the Rufus family took most of Britain with William the conqueror. Although the current heirs are cowardly and boring. They are obviously two years older than me. When I was a child, I only knew how to cry when I was hanging on a tree, but this does not hinder the wealth of their family. I remember my father once told me that their family should have more than 8 million pounds."

"The fizaran family is the most famous landowner in England and the king of real estate. They have been keen on collecting land since the 14th century. The annual land rent income alone is as high as 400000 pounds. Judging from this point, their total assets are about 8 million pounds."

"8 million pounds is the standard of the top rich in Europe. England, France, holy Rome and Spain have more or less such rich families. Compared with them, each of us is much worse. I think if our opponent is them this time, will we sigh like now?"

Mr. prenditt snorted coldly: "it's just a group of old dogs who have lost their momentum. Who doesn't know that the business group with the fastest development and the strongest momentum is our 100 business association?"

"Really? Then why do you lose even the most basic judgment once your opponent changes to that group of mice? Are you afraid of mice? Or do you really think mice are more difficult to deal with than old dogs?"

Lorraine's tone was full of contempt, and the malice almost overflowed, which was obviously impossible to ignore.

"It's obvious that the Freemasons are making plans for the United States. So when did the conspiracy begin? In my opinion, it may have started before and after the tea pouring incident."

"Boston tea?" old dukov searched his memory. "1773?"

"1773, 1770, maybe 1775, it doesn't matter. The key is that from our familiar perspective, we can find many unreasonable things in the war of independence. For example, those patriotic businessmen who suddenly broke their homes and became the country are not one, but a group. There are also people's army bonds that will never worry about sales, and the total issuance amount far exceeds the solvency of the thirteen states."

"We know that Alexander Hamilton's revolving door plan is aimed at these sky high bonds, so we might as well imagine what the United States would be like if Mr. Washington didn't dig out this brave and intelligent woodcutter in the forest farm in Pennsylvania?"

"The national debt is on the verge of maturity and the states are going bankrupt. Creditors take the opportunity to put forward various political demands. Politicians rely on selling power to barely maintain the appearance."

"Mr. Washington will probably be knocked down from the altar. Anyway, his record during the war of independence is far from impeccable. New heroes will rise slowly in the stigma of the founding fathers, quickly gain the recognition of the United States and become puppet leaders in a loose confederation."

"This is probably the original script of the Freemasons."

Lorraine leaned against the window and looked at the East River flowing quietly under her feet. A fish jumped out of the water, and then the white shadow fell from the sky. The lucky seagull flew with his booty in his mouth.

"Praise your Lord and bless Alexander." Lorraine maliciously dressed up his holy face. "He and his think tanks built the revolving door hand in hand. He was also bold and willing to use the dollar as the foundation to attract us rootless birds to build their nests."

"Overnight, those rats found that their carefully planned script was bankrupt. What's worse, when they were ready to remedy, 48.6% of the future of the United States had fallen into our pockets ahead of time. This is a great irony for a group of people who call themselves conspirators."

Lorraine's voice echoed quietly in the room, turning around to depict a very different history written by conspiracy for the directors.

The context of this plot is clear. Although there is no evidence, every step is reasonable and every move is ordinary.

For all of you here, this is business. In the process of prosperity, each of them has planned or even executed similar cases more or less.

Those means are easy to use, but they are only easy to use. There is no creation worth boasting about.

Is this the legendary Freemasonry?

Pelamin expressed his doubts on behalf of everyone: "little Drake, it's not that your speculation is unreasonable. The key is... It's really a Masonic?"

Lorraine burst out with a chuckle: "apart from the rituals of playing tricks, the Masons are just a group of capitalists. Even those masters can't be more successful in their career than us."

"You are just bluffed by their reputation. Just like old dukov just now, no matter how he cuts in the dark and opens the curtains, isn't he still the old man who is greedy for wine and lust?"

Dukov burst into the most hearty laughter of his life.

After laughing, he asked Lorraine angrily, "what are you going to do, little Drake?"

"On the way here, I've been thinking about how to make Secretary Hamilton spit out 2.4% more, but now it seems that I'm worried too much."

Lorraine whispered.

"He is a smart man. He must know who is more suitable to become the future partner of the United States. If he doesn't know yet, I will tell him that it's very simple."