The silence in the corner did not affect the entire floor; occasionally, soone would pass by in the corridor. They might glance over, but upon seeing two gentlen holding cigarettes by the window, they would refrain from further attention.
Whenever etings were held, there would always be so gentlen who would finish their cigarettes before the eting started. Even though there were no explicit administrative orders to prohibit smoking indoors, people generally tried to avoid such situations.
On one hand, no one was accustod to slling bad; the stench of smoke and alcohol was always nauseating, and doing this would also highlight their own manners.
At this mont, Lynch, standing by the window, shook his head. "I currently don’t need any loans, you know, soone invested in ."
The promissory note Mark gave him had already been exchanged and deposited into his account. Eight hundred thousand was not a small amount, enough to stir interest among those bankers who liked hearing stories. Jogriman naturally knew about this and was aware of so of the little episodes behind it.
The investors originally declared externally that they could value Lynch’s Interstellar Trade Company at seventy million, aiming to hype up their own shares. This kind of situation is very common in business.
Valuations are always "estimated," and the ensuing negotiations and other thods would swiftly shrink this "valuation," leading to a reasonable entry price, but this is within a small circle, involving the interests of everyone, and they wouldn’t reveal it.
Externally, they would still declare that this company’s market value would surely reach seventy million in the next three to five years, allowing them to instantly multiply several tis the few million they spent on their shares.
Sotis, comrcial maneuvers are just that simple, achieving billions in revenue with just a word.
Of course, even though the price might be suppressed, it could still at least sell for a few million. Lynch previously had about one hundred and seventy to one hundred and eighty thousand raised from Jogriman’s side, added to the eighty thousand Mark gave him, as well as the forthcoming few million and the plot of land worth two hundred thousand. He unexpectedly achieved a massive transformation in a short period.
Is this considered a miracle?
No, it can only be described as amazing but not a miracle; it’s the financial stock and securities market of the past two years that is the true miracle.
The two of them soon finished their cigarettes. At the end, Jogriman discreetly reminded him not to acquire any industries related to real economies in the near future, considering it a token of their cooperation during this period.
Once the financial market crashes, all industries tied to wealth would suffer devastating blows, including the real sector.
Acquiring real industries now is like paying in advance for so people; it’s better to wait a bit longer, until these people go bankrupt, to buy those expensive things at a cheaper price.
They returned to the venue, each mingling into their social circles. Lynch’s return attracted so people around him again. This is a very realistic world; those with money are the brightest stars.
Now everyone knew that Lynch had money in his hands, and it was cash. Naturally, so speculators and opportunists gathered around him, as well as so legitimate businessn.
"Mr. Lynch, I heard your club is recruiting female athletes?" The speaker was a middle-aged gentleman in his forties, sowhat plump but not greasy, appearing quite fresh and clean.
His well-fitted clothes were spotless, exuding a faint aroma of fruit wood, not the scent of perfu.
In true high society, no matter how mainstream society packaged perfus, they were always considered things used by female escorts to mask inherent genetic traits, at least in this era. People thought so.
However, they also needed so fragrance to cover the heavy body odor caused by being "at eaters," so they needed aromas.
Generally speaking, these people, excluding nouveau riche, would have designated aroma rooms. Once their itinerary was set, the butler would arrange for maids to scent the clothes they’d wear at banquets.
So rare spices would be lit and then sealed; after the fla extinguished, the lid would be opened, leaving only a faint fragrance with no obvious burnt sll.
This fragrance wouldn’t last too long but is more than adequate for a cocktail party or banquet. By the latter part of the social event, under the effects of alcohol, cigarettes, and pure numbness, the sense of taste was almost lost, and one couldn’t discern any fragrance or stench.
At least so far, many in high society, especially descendants of those with heritage, still used this thod. As for the future, they might like the convenience of perfus, but for now, they didn’t think so.
This gentleman seed very interested in Lynch’s recruitnt of female athletes. "Do we have sports that won can participate in?" When he asked, no one around answered, evidently a person of so standing.
"You are..." Lynch didn’t recognize this gentleman, but it didn’t hinder soone from creating an opportunity for introductions and getting familiarized.
A young man, about thirty-five or thirty-six, tily stepped forward, "This is Mr. Reynolds, an appointee of Baron Kazriel..." This guy’s pride made Lynch almost think he was too.
Of course, Lynch still appropriately showed his "surprise," though he had no idea where Kazriel was or whether the title of Baron in this country was worth much.
"Baron..." He shook hands with the baron and then discussed the topic of interest to him. "As a young man, I am actually a supporter of the won’s rights movent, but my stance might be different from most feminists."
"I not only believe won should have a status equal to n but also take on more responsibilities. Only this way will people and society genuinely regard won’s status and rights and not just indulge them."
"Rights without obligation don’t gain true respect for won!"
If not for considering what was inside him, at this mont, Lynch surely would have had so light effect around him. Many attendees’ female companions looked over at him, and Baron Reynolds nodded frequently, very much agreeing with Lynch.
He pointed out the most important part of Lynch’s statent, "Rights and obligations, you are absolutely right; I am also a supporter of the won’s movent. Are you saying you wish to recruit so female athletes into the professional arena?"
This topic imdiately drew more attention, with so holding wine glasses moving in, curious about this.
Lynch shook his head, "Although I don’t want to acknowledge it, I have to admit that won’s bodies and physical fitness are noticeably inferior to n’s in highly competitive sports. I have no prejudice..."
People around nodded in agreent, which is quite normal and factual, just like dostic violence often showed husbands beating wives while seldom hearing of wives beating husbands in society.
"So I intend to create professional sports programs for won similar to n’s and have already received support from so local individuals."
Baron Reynolds couldn’t help but ask, "Are you talking about won’s rugby?"
Lynch nodded, "Including won’s rugby."
This made Baron Reynolds show a joyful expression. Lynch was a bit bemused about what excited this man; he even eagerly asked, "Can I join?"
"You can, but first, you need to have a professional club and a relatively professional team of athletes!" Since he intended to push this forward and had feminist organizations supporting him, Lynch wouldn’t be superficial and aid for regularization.
In fact, the state feminist organization and the headquarters of the Bail Federal feminist organization have recently been discussing this matter. They believe this is a significant step forward in the history of the feminist movent. Before Lynch proposed the professionalization of won’s sports, they hadn’t noticed that all professional sports in Bail Federal were actually dominated by n, a blatant insult and discrimination against won!
Thanks to Lynch, they discovered this flaw and were willing to initiate a professional sports plan for won. Thus, Mr. Lynch is undoubtedly considered a staunch protector of won’s rights. They plan to award Lynch with an association dal to comnd his exemplary contribution to the won’s rights movent.
Baron Reynolds nodded as expected, "This is certainly mine; I’ll prepare these. So I should..."
Their conversation hadn’t ended when soone softly announced to the surrounding crowd, "The Mayor is here." Baron Reynolds slightly turned his head, and a secretary behind him handed a business card to Lynch, and Lynch exchanged one as well.
Having agreed to reschedule a ti to discuss these matters, they shifted their attention to the Mayor and simultaneously returned to their seats.
The Mayor appeared haggard, understandably so; the unemploynt rate had risen by one point, and the Ristone Group had ceased production, aning approximately another two to three percent would lose their jobs. Sabin City’s unemploynt rate could horrifyingly hit twenty percent by the fourth quarter.
By then, the entire city’s order might collapse. Last night, the Governor had a phone conference with all city mayors, demanding imdiate police and federal militia deploynt to suppress any riots. The state ard forces were always ready to mobilize military force to assist any city at any ti.
And all of this arose from a demonstration yesterday afternoon, in another state’s city, swiftly escalating into a riot.
Protesters, having lost their jobs and starving, suddenly began smashing, robbing, and burning, with the situation spiraling out of control. The President’s Cabinet and the Ministry of Defense jointly issued a notice, urging all places to maintain local safety and stability, with military deploynt if necessary.
Thus, the Mayor beca more haggard, beginning to think that getting elected as Mayor was not a good thing!
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