Chapter 492: Lucius is ready to go all in

"My Lord, my Lord, what are you thinking about?"

Looking at Lucius who had been in a daze for a whole minute, Mr. Zachary Ward couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

He called the other person's name softly, looking totally at a loss.

After shouting several times, Lucius finally came back to his senses. Greed burst out in his eyes and he spoke excitedly.

"Tell me clearly now how much the first batch of funds prepared by the British government is. Don't tell me you don't know."

"We have been together for such a long time. Although you like gambling and lose money every day, you are definitely not an irrational gambler."

"Especially in the financial business where you are good at, without sufficient data analysis, you would not come to me."

Hearing this, Mr. Zachary Ward looked a little embarrassed. He paced back and forth twice, and finally stood there and held up three fingers.

"376 billion pounds, plus special funds from the European Community, 4500 billion francs, plus 47 billion new German marks."

"The money is already in Downing Street's account. We just need to wait for the financial director and technical director of MAT to come to the UK and sign the investment contract."

"The money will be put into construction immediately. According to what I heard, they have already bought plane tickets for next Sunday."

Hearing this, the smile on Lucius's face could no longer be controlled. He felt his heartbeat accelerating like a car engine.

The blood flowed faster in every blood vessel in his body, and his brain began to become active due to the congestion.

His whole face was much redder than when he had drunk vodka before.

Under such overclocked circumstances, Lucius thought for a full minute. Finally, he made a decision, his eyes fixed on Mr. Zachary Ward.

He spoke seriously.

"I can help you pay off your gambling debts, but the 1% of MAT shares I promised to lend you is no longer valid."

"You can't do this, sir." Mr. Zachary Ward suddenly jumped up, looking as if his father had died, and begged bitterly.

"If you're not willing to lend me that 1% of the equity, then I'm completely screwed. Those people are not easy to mess with."

"After tonight I may be put in a petrol drum, filled with waterproof cement, and thrown into the Thames."

"And you promised before, sir, how can you go back on your word? I beg you to..."

Lucius stretched out his hand to interrupt his plea and said with a serious expression.

"I don't want to share this big piece of cake with anyone. I won't lend you 1% of the equity, but will give you all 10% of the equity."

"Just follow the method you just said, and let's handle this matter alone."

"Ah, this..." Mr. Zachley Ward had a dull expression, as if he was frightened by the other party's words.

He took several steps back and fell directly onto the sofa, then looked up at Lucius and said.

"Sir, we may not be able to eat such a big piece of cake. This kind of business is not just about money."

"What's more important is to have connections and protection. Ultimately, this kind of business is not glorious. It's essentially taking advantage of information asymmetry to fleece the government."

"If we don't have a backer, not only will we not make the money, but we will also be at risk of failure."

Faced with Mr. Zachary Ward's warning, Lucius did not seem to want to back down. He gritted his teeth and stretched out a finger with a painful look on his face.

"I'll give you this number, 10%, whether it's the funds leveraged from the first loan or all subsequent profits."

"I can even ask you to take out 10% and use it to build up all possible connections. Don't tell me you've been in the City of London for so long."

"I haven't made any friends with a person of high prestige and power. And from what I understand, the boss of your HSBC Bank in the UK is also very powerful."

"As long as I can eat this cake, I can add more later. With this stock in my hand, I have the most legal exchange funds."

"No matter what, we must eat this cake."

Looking at Lucius's gritting teeth, Mr. Zachley Ward knew that the other party had completely lost his temper.

He knew this feeling very well. It was often the case that at the end of the game, the guy who had lost all his money finally got a good hand.

The rationality in their minds will slowly disappear, and as the game progresses, they tend to bet all their remaining chips.

This guy in front of me has never lost in recent times and has always been in a state of winning money.

But psychologically and spiritually, the other party has already become a gambler who is desperate to lose.

He recalled that Mr. Hohenzollern had specially added a sentence to the end of the order letter to him.

"There's no need to deliberately guide him. Lucius Malfoy is a proud man, and he has never been willing to give up."

"He just lacks the opportunity to go all in."

Now that the prophecy has come true, I just need to guide it slowly, but before that, I still have to add the final fuel to the fire.

Mr. Zachary Ward in real life pretended to be considerate of the other party and advised him in a low voice.

"You don't have to be so arrogant. It would be very risky for us to operate this way. Besides, all we got was some gossip."

"Logically, we should wait and see for a while, rather than just putting all our money into this project all at once."

"If there is even the slightest deviation, we will lose all our money. You must think carefully about this."

"There's no need to think about it any further." Lucius said seriously, "The greater the risk, the greater the return. This is the iron law of the financial industry."

"You go and complete the preliminary operations first. I think it won't take long. You will be able to see the latest news in the next two days."

"Prepare everything first and find the right person for me. If the information is wrong, it will be considered as a loss of 10% of my assets."

"I'm going to go big this time. This is a personal move by me, Lucius Malfoy."

As he spoke, Lucius suddenly stood up from his seat and raised his hands high as if he was appreciating the cheers from the people around him.

This operation really dumbfounded Mr. Zachary Ward. He could only nod repeatedly and then quickly left the reception room.

He was afraid that the other party would go crazy and do some abstract movements that would be eye-catching, but at the same time he was also a little curious.

What on earth did Mr. Hohenzollern do to him? Could mental bullying be so severe?

It's driven people crazy.