It seemed there was not much difference between six banks putting up the money and seven banks putting up the money, but one thing had to be kept in mind: these were banks! To an ordinary person, one dollar in their pocket was just one dollar, but in a bank's hands, one dollar could do a lot! With each bank under less pressure to move cash around, some major transactions would remain unaffected, and their overall operations would not suffer much of a shock.
Besides, Lin Qi could take a little more, and he did not mind doing so, because roughly one-third to two-fifths of this money would eventually end up in his pocket.
Aircraft and tanks were the main items in this military aid package, and both of them happened to be closely tied to Lin Qi.
One was his own industry, while the other was an industry in which he owned shares. Putting money from his left hand into his right while making others owe him money—this was twice the happiness!
No wonder capitalists always liked encouraging people to spend more, even being willing to let them pay in installments or consume ahead of time. Happiness really did double.
Mr. Truman was deeply moved by the confident, sunny smile on Lin Qi's face. Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of young people Lin Qi's age were still lost about the future.
Some people did not know what they would do in the future or how far they could go. They could only be crushed by reality as they wasted away.
Others indulged in the pleasures brought by wealth or power, becoming the dregs of society amid alcohol, women, and money.
Then there was Lin Qi, who was about to drive a transformation in the Federation's banking industry.
Even though Mr.