In the splendid hall of Northland Bank, the crisp sound of mola collision echoed.
Despite the drastic changes in Liyue Port and the accountability of Qixing, as a financial institution established in Zhidong, the employees of Beiguo Bank did not feel much about the departure of Emperor Yanwang. Many people were even a little bit happy, at least in the case of Beiguo Bank's embezzlement.
During Liyue's economy, there will no longer be obstacles from the opponent's gods.
But seeing Famas coming uninvited, Ekaterina still said helplessly that Mr. Pantalone was waiting for him upstairs, and then turned around to lead the way for the young man.
Arriving at the door of the office on the top floor of Northland Bank, it was quiet outside, with only a few candlesticks burning faintly. Ekaterina knocked on the door, alerting Pantalone in the room, and then stood outside the door.
Signaling Famas to enter alone.
There is always a floor at the top of the Northland Bank reserved for the founder, and alongside it are only the Queen's palace and the mayor's administrative building.
Compared with Yekaterina's cautiousness, the boy naturally had no so-called uneasiness, so he opened the door and rushed in.
What comes into view is the extremely luxurious and exquisite decoration of the office, with strong winter-style leather wooden chairs and gilded bookshelves. The white quill seems to have just been used up and is being inserted into the ink bottle.
There is still a flame burning in the sealed stove in the house, maintaining the warmth in the room, but the moonlight shines on the ground through the stained glass window, making it look unusually cold.
Pantalone was sitting at the table, his face softened by the candlelight, his glasses chain shone in the moonlight, and the decorations on it swayed gently with his movements.
"Your Majesty Harpas, this is the first time I meet you. I am the ninth executive officer of the Fools, the "rich man" Pantalone."
Seeing the young man appearing at the door, Pantalone's eyes shimmered under her lenses. She stood up and greeted Famas like a gentleman, with a very friendly voice.
As the executive officer of the Fools, Pantalone's etiquette was impeccable, but the moment Pantalone finished speaking, the boy at the door suddenly turned into flames and jumped to his side, grabbing the ninth seater tightly.
The executive's arm carefully looked at the man's elegant and handsome face, and then shouted as if he had encountered a savior:
"Pan Fuguier! You are finally here!"
"Morax, you know, right? The guy who doesn't give you the Eye of God, as the God of Wealth, is so poor that he can't even find a single Morax!"
"Every day I go out to have tea with him and I'm terrified. I'm afraid that one day the wallet is gone and Morax and I have to wash the dishes and pay back the money..."
Famas hugged Pantalone's arm tightly and began to complain miserably, completely ignoring the smile that had frozen on Pantalone's face.
Although he had already learned from the information provided by Harlequin that "War Lord" Harpas behaved indulgently and uninhibited, Pantalone still made a plan before meeting Famas, and even simulated it in his mind
A variety of situations that may arise during a meeting.
However, as a big banker with blood, tears and lamentations, Pantalone had never imagined such a meeting.
Is this young man who grabbed his arm and complained about the rock god really the demon god who almost split Liyue in two not long ago?
There is also the title of Pan Fuguier. Is Mr. Harpas laughing at him?
Pantalone's body stiffened, but Famas's nagging was far from over.
"Fugui, you give me 500,000 molas first, and I'll tell you a secret about the Eye of God!"
"Morax is actually a white-haired person. Even if he can't be completely white, he has to have some hair. If you dye your hair white, I will take you to see him. He might even give you a few more God's Eyes.
Eyes..."
Famas continued to make unreliable remarks. At this time, Pantalone finally reacted, moved her body hard, opened the drawer next to the table, took out a dusty bag from it, and stuffed it into Famas's arms.
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"This is one million molas, Lord Famas, could you please let me go first?"
Although she didn’t know what v meant, Pantalone understood that Famas wanted five hundred thousand molas.
Famas let go of his arms and shook the heavy purse. Pantalone also took advantage of the situation and took out his arm, hurriedly stepped back several steps, and distanced himself from the boy.
There was a pitch-black knight's sword on the desk in the office, but Famas' eyes did not fall on the weapon the whole time. After roughly counting the golden Mora in the purse, he turned to look at him with extremely sincere eyes.
Pantalone standing in the room.
"Mr. Pantalone, Morax has just passed away. Isn't your codename Rich? Are you interested in becoming the next God of Rock? I can recommend you to Ningguang, although she may not necessarily listen...
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Famas moved towards Pantalone enthusiastically, while the big banker just dodged back in confusion.
When he was at the Bank of Northland in the winter, Pantalone was an existence that almost no one wanted to mess with. The subordinates of Bank of Northland were even more respectful when facing him, walking on thin ice. A powerful person like Famas, with blood on his hands, committed suicide.
Pantalone didn't know how to deal with the familiar demon god for a while.
"Thank you very much for your advice, but I'm sorry that my ideal cannot be realized with the help of God."
Pantalone still maintained the elegance of an executive and raised his hand very friendly to guide the young man to sit down for a detailed discussion. Famas, who had received the mora, happily pulled the chair across the table to Pantalone's side and talked with the big bank
The families sit side by side.
But before Pantalone could say anything, Famas' eyes were fixed on another target.
It was an old Liyue teacup that did not match the luxurious furnishings of the room. Famas raised his hand and was about to touch it, but Pantalone took the porcelain cup back faster than the boy. p>
"Oh, sorry, you can't move this."
Pantalone finished with a smile, stroking the vague glaze on the surface of the porcelain cup. The auspicious clouds and dragon patterns about to fly are still vivid to the touch. The mottled glaze of the porcelain tea cup spreads evenly in the twilight. The quaint oriental shape is incompatible with the style of the North.<
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Why does the "rich man", the CEO of Zhidong, who uses his own efforts to revive the Zhidong economy and is ambitious to subvert the world's financial order, keep an old tea cup from Liyue?
Seemingly sensing Famas' confusion, Pantalone just put the tea cup into her arms without explaining much.
After many years, Pantalone, who has become a big banker, will always remember the twilight that is like the approaching dusk, thinking of himself in poverty and embarrassment, full of hope for an illusory legend, and longing for wealth and God's recognition. p>
The fake porcelain cup he bought at a high price when he was young and had high hopes began to fade, but Pantalone still kept it as a treasure, while the rock god who never paid him any attention has retired from his throne.
Seeing the nostalgia on Pantalone's face, Famas finally put away his cynical expression and sighed deeply.
Sure enough, apart from herself, Liyue only has the Emperor's Kitchen and the twisted Emperor's Kitchen! (End of this chapter)