Chapter 1492: Desperate dogs jump over walls, so give it a stick!

This method is devious enough!

But it gave Peter Wallenberg great hope.

It was only that Peter Wallenberg still had some sense left, and he thought of an important point, and immediately asked again into the microphone, 'Jacob, reporting to the British government is simple, but are you sure you can get the British government to intervene and even stop?'

'I'm just an outsider, not as influential as your family in the UK. I need your help!'

Once again, the answer came from Jacob Rothschild over the phone: 'Peter, I can only say that I will do my best!'

This reply made Peter Wallenberg's heart sink. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

Jacob Rothschild had already said that he would do his best, so what more could he ask for?

'Fine, I will also mobilise my forces as a supplement, but I am waiting for good news from you...'

'Click.'

After hanging up the phone, Peter Wallenberg's face was very heavy.

Thinking about the fact that none of his actions had been completed smoothly, he sighed.

'Jacob Rothschild is so lacking in confidence. It seems that the competition and pressure the Rothschild family faces in the UK is not as one-sided as I understood.'

'I don't know if I am right or wrong to choose to ally with them this time...'

Jacob Rothschild seemed to sense his ally's disappointment, so after hanging up the phone, he immediately instructed his subordinates to carry out the plan.

It was just after ten o'clock that morning.

The UK Ministry of Commerce and the UK Financial Services Authority received a report almost simultaneously. The report was from Barclays Bank.

The report was long, but it could be summed up in one sentence:

'RBS's hostile takeover of NatWest is a serious act that harms the healthy competitive atmosphere in the industry and will greatly disrupt the development order of the UK banking industry!'

In addition to submitting the letter of complaint,

in order to pressure the British government and urge them to intervene as soon as possible,

a Barclays spokesperson also publicly stated to the media that the British government should stop RBS from maliciously acquiring NatWest. The merger of these top banks would create a monster that would disrupt the industry order, and ultimately the entire British financial system would suffer!

This is a huge accusation!

However, it must be said that the effect was truly astonishing.

Together with the media power of the Rothschild consortium, the news spread like wildfire that day, attracting the attention of many people.

And there were some underhanded tricks being played at the same time.

For example, a large number of people were instructed to call the Financial Services Authority and the Department of Commerce, or organise people to protest in front of the Financial Services Authority and the Department of Commerce, demanding that the government stop this kind of malicious merger between large domestic banks.

The heads of the UK Financial Services Authority and the Department of Commerce suddenly felt the pressure coming at them.

Faced with the raging 'public opinion', they were furious, but at the same time, the first thing they could do was respond to the media that they would intervene in the investigation and would definitely make a reasonable and appropriate decision based on the actual situation.

Subsequently, this hot potato was thrown upwards, and the final direction pointed directly at the Prime Minister.

They were all not stupid. It was now obvious that the Rothschild family and the Bright Consortium were the two big bosses fighting.

Every step had to be taken carefully, otherwise the impact would be on their political careers, and even their families.

...

National Westminster Bank.

Ron Barrett, with a hint of joy on his face, quickly walked to the chairman's office and pushed the door open.

'Father, good news, great news!'

'Our turnaround has come!'

Without even sitting down as soon as he entered the door, Ron Barrett shouted to Myron Barrett, who was sitting at his desk.

'What good news?'

Without caring to rebuke his son for not being composed at over 40 years of age, Myron Barrett sat up straight and asked a little anxiously, 'What turn of events?'

'Hoo hoo...'

'The Rothschild family has intervened. Just now Barclays Bank reported to the Financial Services Authority and the Department of Commerce, and...'

Ron Barrett panted heavily as he quickly told the details of the first-hand news he had heard.

Myron Barrett also looked pleased after hearing this, and the pent-up anger in his heart dissipated somewhat.

'That is indeed good news!'

'Father, as long as the government will step in to stop it, then no matter how many shares the Royal Bank of Scotland acquires, they will have to honestly give back most of them, and our crisis will be over!'

Ron Barrett was very happy, as if this would happen in the near future.

But this remark sounded a little harsh to Myron Barrett, and it made him pull back his smile a little.

He said slowly, 'Ron, let's not get too excited.'

'Our crisis has not completely disappeared.'

'Father, are you saying that the government may not stop it?' Ron Barrett frowned and asked in puzzlement.

Myron Barrett shook his head: 'That's just a possibility! You may not be aware of it, but the Bright Foundation and its allies have no less influence in politics than the Rothschilds.'

'In particular, Lady Margaret's closeness to the Bright Foundation is much higher than that of the Rothschilds.'

'And even if it is really successfully stopped, then the Royal Bank of Scotland gives up the acquisition and the shares are released again, they can also be released to other companies within the Bright Foundation, and the acquisition can be re-launched at that time.'

'And if there is an even better scenario, where the Illuminati Consortium gives up completely, then don't forget there is still the Silverado Group! The Wallenberg family has made peace with the Rothschild family, and we are still the outcasts!'

Ron Barrett was stunned. His joy was dashed, and the fatigue he had previously ignored suddenly overwhelmed him. He could not help but lament.

'Hey, I didn't expect there to be these other possibilities. I was too presumptuous and got carried away,'

Myron Barrett reassured him, 'This incident has a positive effect on us.'

'At the very least, it gives us some breathing room.'

'And it also allows us to see more clearly and make a decision.'

Ron Barrett shuddered and looked up at his father, only to find that his back seemed to have stooped even more.

He suddenly realised that his father might already have a very clear idea, and his heart felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but call out softly, 'Father.'

'What is it, Ron?' Myron Barrett looked at his son with some confusion.

'Nothing,' Ron Barrett forced a smile and shook his head, but in his heart, he couldn't help but comfort himself, 'The family's strength is not strong enough. To be able to take control of the National Westminster Bank for so many years and take the opportunity to make the family's strength skyrocket has actually been very fortunate...'

Two flowers blooming, each representing a branch.

It was just after 7 pm in Hong Kong.

Xia Yu had just finished dinner and was holding his two children, Qizhe and Siqi, one in each arm, teasing them.

Suddenly, the satellite phone on the table by the wall rang.

The number of this phone is only known to some core internal personnel, and it generally means something important when it rings.

Xia Yu's family members all know this.

Cindy and Kumiko, who were sitting nearby, hurriedly took the children from Xia Yu's hands.

'Yu, you go answer the phone,'

'My darlings, Daddy has to answer the phone, but I'll be back to play with you later.'

After handing the two children over to his wife, Xia Yu smiled as he kissed both of their cheeks, before walking slowly to the table and answering the phone.

'Hello... George, what's up?'

'Oh?'

As George Berkeley spoke, Xia Yu's eyes flashed, and a sneer curled his lips.

'The dog is desperate and has resorted to desperate measures. This is a good thing!'

'George, I can't directly contact Lady Margaret about this matter, but I will talk to someone else and let them take the lead.'

'On your end, mobilise all the media to show the enemy what you're capable of, so they don't underestimate you.'

'The Warburg family will soon have no energy to care about the National Westminster Bank, and they may even feel that their current stake is hot to the touch... You can continue to handle the other matters, and remember to let me know in time if anything important happens.'

'Goodbye!'

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yu couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

After shaking his head slightly, he dialed Wang Qi's phone and gave him an order: 'Wang Qi, complete the layout as soon as possible, there is no need to hold back anymore!'

'The dog is desperate and jumping over the wall. It's time to give it a headbutt!'

'Understood!' Wang Qi's very decisive and high-pitched reply came over the phone.