The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

United States, Bank of New York headquarters.

Koschko is entitled to be proud, after all, he is the lobby manager of the Bank of New York, the second largest bank in the United States.

Today he was smoking a cigar as usual, sitting in his office looking at the latest land prices across the United States.

Suddenly a young man stumbled in, and before the young man could speak, Koschko spoke first.

"Look at your appearance, Jim. We are the second largest bank in the United States, so flustered, it will make those high-end customers think we are unreliable. Remember to be graceful no matter what happens."

"Mr. Kosico, there is a gentleman out there demanding two million dollars in gold."

"What! Gold!?" Koschko exclaimed.

"Yes, he only wants gold, not banknotes." The young Jim seemed to know what Kosico was going to ask, so he preemptively said.

"My God, 2 million gold, **** it!" Koschko slapped his face hard to calm himself down.

Koschko understood the seriousness of the matter, and the 2 million was almost all of his reserves. Even the largest bank in the United States could not afford to pay 2 million US dollars in gold at a time.

"This is probably not a simple redemption, but a run on a rival bank. After all, the U.S. banking industry knows the fact that the number of U.S. dollar bills has far exceeded the upper limit that banks in the United States can cash." I thought so in my heart.

When he came to the VIP room, Kosico saw the young gentleman. The young man had a well-sculpted and well-defined face. With his bowler hat and tuxedo, Kosico could be sure that the person in front of him must be Is a British nobleman.

"Damn British guy." Kosico cursed inwardly, but he still put on a smiling face.

"Hi sir, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, my name is Emin Wayne." The young man took off his hat and saluted. "I have deposited a sum of money in your bank, and now I am leaving the United States, and I want to cash them into gold and send them back to China."

The US dollar exchange rate at this time is not stable. At different times, different countries have different exchange rates.

Moreover, the U.S. dollar is not a world currency. The only world currencies at this time are silver and gold.

"Mr. Wayne, look at this, I can offer you a special interest rate. You deposit the money in our bank first, and we will send it to your home with the principal and interest after one year. What do you think?"

Koschko then told Jim, "Jim, bring the deposit slip, show it to Mr. Wayne, and write down Mr. Wayne's address."

Emin Wayne raised his hand to signal Jim to stop. He was the nephew of Baron Brooke, and his purpose of coming here was to run the bank in a low-key manner, so naturally he would not agree to Koschko's suggestion.

"Sir, I need my gold right now."

Koschko understood that the other party was not kind, but he could neither pay immediately nor lose the face of the Bank of New York. After all, if the other party yelled in the lobby, it was very likely to cause panic and cause the Bank of New York to lose face.

"Well, I understand your feelings. But your sum of money is relatively large, and I need to apply to my superiors to allocate a batch of gold for you. How about you staying here for a while? As for the cost of accommodation, it is all up to you Our bank will take care of it."

Emin Wayne nodded. After all, he had to keep a low profile. Anyway, the effect of running on the bank was achieved. He is happy to spend a few more days in New York, after all, the prices here are too cheap.

The price of meat is only half of that in Austria, the price of tobacco is one-third of that in Austria, and the price of sugar is ridiculously low. Anyway, the money is also paid by the Americans, so it is not considered as corruption by him, so why not do it.

Spain, Pyrenees, Carlos Army Camp.

"Your Majesty Carlos, please allow me to introduce you. This is Mr. John George Woodford. He will serve as the commander-in-chief of your troops and help you tide over the difficulties. In addition, we have prepared enough for you in the northern port food, and weapons, and clothing..."

John George Woodford, former lieutenant general of the British Army, was with the Duke of Iron Wellington, and entered the customs together to defeat the minister of the dragon in Spain.

However, unlike his brother who was good at business, John George Woodford didn't like those politicians and always criticized those politicians for harming the country, so many years ago he was forced to retire early and live at home.

Lord Pitt introduces Carlos to the Special Military Adviser, Sir John George Woodford

Since Britain still needs the French to help them check and balance the Russians in the Far East, it does not want to have too much trouble with the French.

And Britain must never allow a French-Spanish monster to be born on the European continent.

But in view of the fact that the French only sent 10,000 troops, the British decided to use this retired veteran and give him some mercenaries, allowing him to take Carlos to continue fighting guerrillas in northern Spain.

The Viscount of Melbourne and Palmerston agreed that the French had already fallen to Spain once, and it would not be surprising to fall again.

John George Woodford and Lieutenant-General Pierre were old acquaintances, both serving in the Napoleonic Wars.

When the Duke of Wellington led his army to defeat the French army in Spain, the two of them were opponents.

Unexpectedly, decades later, they became rivals again, and the stage was still in Spain, which must be said to be a wonderful fate~www.novelmt.com~John George Woodford, a war-baptized veteran. He understood that the enemies outside were all waiting for their time.

Waiting for the Carlos army, the supply is exhausted, and the time is desperate.

But now, with the support of the UK, I am afraid they will be disappointed.

John George Woodford understood that the bigger threat than supplies and a powerful enemy army was the traitors of Carlos' army.

So John George Woodford's first order was to continue to move his troops north to avoid fighting, while leaving a small force to ambush traitors who passed information to the Spanish government forces and the French.

The generals of the Carlos faction were very happy to have an experienced general in command.

After all, this must be much more reliable than Carlos' personal command.

Although Carlos was very unhappy with the British commanding his army, he had nothing to do. After all, he knew nothing about combat and needed British weapons and supplies.

Vienna, General Hospital.

Dr. Thomas tore Franz's "Six Ways of Handwashing" to pieces and roared.

"This is simply an insult to the medical profession. The idiot decree signed by that idiot emperor should not take effect here!"

Vienna, Hall of Mirrors.

"My stupid brother, don't you have anything to do? You actually want to care whether others wash their hands or not."

"My poor brother, don't you think it's disgusting for those doctors to come to see you right after going to the bathroom? I even suspect that they put some unclean things in your body, which makes you become This is how it looks now."

Ferdinand I thought so, and immediately signed the "Royal Decree", requiring doctors to wash their hands before treating people.