In the current environnt of the Federation, the debate about whether future developnt will head in a positive or negative direction has always been contentious.
Beneath people’s optimism lies deep-seated fear, as well as despair and pessimism about the future.
Perhaps the unprecedented boom in the current financial market is the last bit of effort so people are putting in to prove that the ’future’ isn’t necessarily bad. They have been successful for many years, but in the end, they will still fail.
Whenever such a topic arises, and soone clearly expresses views contrary to mainstream opinion, people are invariably drawn to him.
In fact, the reason people are attracted and gather around Lynch is not necessarily because they want to hear him spout those annoying points; they simply do not believe the future will get worse, even though they have prepared for it and admitted the possibility in their hearts.
What they want to do now is find so loopholes in Lynch’s words to refute his views, so they can deceive themselves through self-deception, convincing themselves that all negative views are untenable and that the future will only get better.
Ferrari smiled. He thought Lynch had already mastered the knack of attracting others’ attention; after all, he was also captivated. He didn’t squeeze in but stood on the outskirts of the crowd, watching Lynch speak eloquently among them.
"Before I ca, I read today’s Trade Report. The Federation’s industrial index hit another all-ti high, and the daily trading volu also set a new record..."
He stood with a glass of wine amidst the crowd, showing no trace of the nervousness that might be expected from young people, only a calm deanor that encouraged others to listen to his nonsense with composure.
He took a sip of wine, and as he raised his glass, those around him suddenly started breathing heavily, with so whispering among themselves about the points Lynch had made earlier.
When he lowered his glass, people held their breath and looked at him intently.
This feeling was wonderful!
Actually, going against the mainstream optimists at this ti isn’t a good idea. Everyone is harboring a confused optimism, and when suddenly soone stands up to slap them and announce that the end is near, it brings no thanks, only complaints and so negative emotions, even opposition.
But Lynch had to do it. He was too young and didn’t have a good family background. If he were the heir of a tycoon or a great family, he wouldn’t need to do this at all.
He had nothing to rely on, coming from an ordinary family. He had no resources, yet he had to make people support and trust him. Thus, the best way was to establish a vivid image, one that always stood with what was right.
Perhaps so people are cursing him now, but when the end inevitably cos, these people will think of him first, desperately hoping to get so kind of redemption thod or a piece of hope from him.
"Gentlen, please note, many companies and factories around us are continually closing down. Many enterprises have not been in operation for a long ti, yet the financial market is booming like never before. This is a natural warning to us from society."
"So things are deceiving our perception, developing in ways that defy common sense, aning disaster is bound to co!"
Of course, as ntioned before, so people listen to Lynch discussing his views not because they agree with them but to overthrow his points to prove he’s wrong.
At this mont, a man in his forties gently coughed, and Lynch appropriately stopped speaking. People turned their heads or looked directly at him, and he voiced his opinion, "Mr. Lynch, if you believe the prosperity of the financial market is false, why are we all making money?"
"Moreover...", he added, pausing briefly to organize his thoughts, "I’ve noticed so people use the handkerchief-passing ga to describe the current financial market. If sothing unexpected happens, isn’t it only the few who hold the handkerchief that will suffer, rather than the entire Federation’s finance? What do you think about this?"
Handkerchief-passing is a traditional ga in Bail Federal. The thod is simple: everyone sits together and sings, passing the handkerchief to the person next to them. When the song stops, the person holding the handkerchief must stand up and perform a talent.
Previously, so believed there might be so risks in the financial market, but these risks weren’t aid at everyone, just a few, like those holding stocks.
Out of a hundred people, only one holds stocks. Even if the stocks beco worthless, only that last person loses, not everyone.
This view quickly gained widespread acceptance, which also kept increasing transaction volus. Everyone believed they could complete the passing action before the song stopped, and even if the unlucky one beca the sacrifice of the whole ga, the ga would soon start anew.
After a brief lull, a new round of prosperity would quickly erge.
This inherently misleading and concept-swapping statent soon beca one reason people believed the financial market would continue to develop stably, thanks to so people’s promotion. But in fact, the problem is far more serious than that.
Because what they are passing isn’t a handkerchief but a bomb. A bomb does not spare those within its blast radius, just because it isn’t in soone’s hands, and simultaneously, this is a very complex process.
The complexity of society and the greed of humanity ensure that the unlucky in this ga are not just one person but rather the economic entities supporting this country.
Facing this issue, Lynch shook his head, "This view is very common and prevalent, but I think everyone overlooks one problem...", he was already prepared for so ’difficulties,’ "Stock and finance, in essence, are reflections of the entity’s industrial value."
"If one day the financial market indeed collapses, the unlucky ones aren’t just those financial investors holding stocks, but every one of us!"
So couldn’t resist speaking up, "Mr. Lynch, your view is sowhat exaggerated. Why would things unrelated to us affect us?"
"I haven’t bought their stocks, nor do I have business connections with them. Why should their wellbeing affect ?" The speaker seed quite dissatisfied with Lynch’s view and imdiately voiced different opinions.
"Moreover, professors at Federation Central University have also ntioned in so related content, the current wave of closures and the financial market boom actually aren’t that related. Closure is rely the outco of natural competitive behavior in the market."
"Many companies are heading towards termination, but we also see many businesses on the path to glory. Financial pessimism is rely an alarmist talk aiming to disturb others’ understanding and judgnt through unsettling content. I believe everyone here trusts tomorrow will only be better."
Lynch did not continue to rebut. He was not there to make enemies over differing stances; he was rely expressing his view. Once soone clearly and decisively expressed their views, he knew it was ti to stop.
If the topic continued, it might turn so people, initially without any interests or economic ties with him, into his enemies.
"Maybe you’re right!" He raised his wine glass, and those around him politely followed suit, ending this sowhat uncomfortable topic, "To the Federation..."
The crowd then dispersed, with everyone looking to chat with others or seeking opportunities. Ferrari ca over, "Your viewpoint is quite distinctive, but it’s best not to ntion these here."
He nodded towards the two "core" figures in the party, heavily surrounded by people at a distance, "At least they don’t like to hear it, nor do they want to see it co true."
"There are so things you know that you shouldn’t say. Once you’ve spoken, if they indeed turn into reality, it only makes others appear more foolish!"
That was truly heartfelt advice; Lynch’s five thousand bucks weren’t entirely useless, and Ferrari did make sense.
When people face disaster and pain, they usually don’t consider their issues; they often push the bla onto others. Once a financial storm hits and the Federation’s financial order collapses, so will shout about who predicted the disaster when, but those who could solve these disasters turned a blind eye.
This could enhance so’s notoriety, but also make those hurt by his words detest him.
Lynch shrugged, "I think I understand..."
Ferrari nodded, "Everyone here today is for that Personal Attendant, so you’d better go say a few flattering words. You’re younger than everyone else; he’ll rember you."
Lynch thought about it and agreed, patting Ferrari’s arm, he approached the edge of the crowd, pretending to be filled with a desire for knowledge as he watched the Governor’s Personal Attendant chat with people.
He hadn’t spoken yet, preparing to find a good opportunity to start. But just at that mont, the Mayor saw him and walked over.
"Lynch..."
Hearing the voice, Lynch turned voluntarily, his face showing so surprise while bending slightly to show respect, "Your Excellency, Mayor..."
Their greeting paused the communication in Lynch’s ’circle,’ people made way for their core figure to see the Mayor, and Lynch standing between them.
The Mayor amiably patted Lynch’s shoulder, then turned to the Governor’s Personal Attendant, smiling as he said, "This is the outstanding young man I ntioned in our last phone eting, Lynch."
Overwheld?
Maybe a bit, but mostly it’s doubt.
Lynch didn’t believe the Mayor would boost his reputation for no reason. He must be plotting sothing, making Lynch extrely alert inside, yet he displayed appropriate surprise and joy on his face as if it were genuine.
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