Lynch’s admission interview went very quickly, as did his enrollnt procedures.
At his level in society, though there’s still a significant distance from truly prominent figures, given his age and accomplishnts, he’s already among the best of his peers.
Thus, the school wouldn’t just treat him as a re student. Regarding Lynch’s ntion that he might frequently take leave and often not be at school, the principal and the board of directors all expressed their understanding.
To thank the principal and the board for their openness, Lynch stated that he would donate a sum of money upon graduation to repay the school’s assistance.
After handling these matters, Lynch hurriedly left because he really wasn’t lying; he indeed had very important affairs in the afternoon.
As the negotiation team and the Nagariel delegation finalized a series of "aid" agreents and contracts... it actually more resembled a form of capitalist exploitation contract. However, the capitalists have beco clever; they know how to hide their desires and package themselves as the Lord.
The cake was in the hands of the capitalists, so what follows is the ti to divide it up. This also counts as an opportunity for those about to go to Nagariel to help realize the Federation’s dream and the capitalists to gather, chat, and communicate.
These people will form a very special cooperative relationship for a long ti in the future. They won’t show it overtly; on the surface, they might appear to compete with each other, but deep down, they are united.
This is also the requirent of the President and Mr. Truman towards them. The President can allow them to take so benefits, divide the cake, but all this is based on ensuring the nation’s interests are not hard.
Thus, a salon-like cold buffet becos very necessary. Lynch, as a major participant and beneficiary in pushing for the developnt of Nagariel, was also invited to attend such an event.
In fact, many people wish to learn more from him, so ideas on how to disguise themselves.
In fact, capital and capitalists have long perated the long history of humanity, only manifesting differently in each stage. It can also be said that the forms of capital and capitalists evolve along with societal developnt.
But if we take out societies from different ti periods, remove misleading information, and leave only the essence, people will see that capital has not changed from its inception to the present.
Its core is cunning and plunder; it’s just that at different social stages, capital also needs a disguise that aligns with people’s values, and what people value is Lynch’s magical "Disguise Technique".
This is perhaps more or less a kind of greed of the capitalists—they not only want money now but also desire a good reputation!
Today’s event was held on a golf course on the outskirts of Bupen. On one hand, the venue is large enough to accommodate so buffet tables and settings, allowing hundreds of ladies and gentlen to chat freely here.
With the large number of people, it’s conceivable that many will have so things they do not want others to hear, so they can walk a little further away.
Of course, conveniently, so can discuss matters while playing golf.
Besides these, the golf course owner voluntarily took charge of hosting the event, which is also one of the reasons.
Such an event could cost hundreds of thousands to host just once, which is no small amount, but it is worth it.
From the perspective of the golf course operator, spending hundreds of thousands to invite so many socialites to gather here is much more cost-effective than advertising.
Anyway, at two thirty in the afternoon, Lynch arrived on ti at the golf course on the outskirts of Bupen. About a hundred ters from the course entrance, the single lane road that could accommodate two cars running side by side beca congested.
Various luxury car models, including limited edition ones, filled Lynch’s sight. A swarm of reporters frantically photographed outside the entrance, and from their excited expressions, they regarded today’s cold buffet as a grand show of the year.
But this is quite normal, for the influence generated by such a gathering of social elites far surpasses that of any so-called "superstar".
"I’m a bit nervous, boss..." Li sat beside Lynch, feeling a little uneasy, constantly adjusting the bow tie on his neck in the rearview mirror as if it was never quite right.
The battle against the Gafura Currency was fought beautifully. Not only him, but many people in Bupen’s financial circle also made money because of it.
Of course, the negligible "loss" in copper ore markets is insignificant compared to the gains in the Foreign Exchange market.
However, people are unaware that in the copper futures market, Lynch did not lose money as people imagined, but made money, quite a lot of it.
People praised Lynch’s financial acun and his keen intuition, lending attention to Li, mainly because he currently manages Lynch’s financial accounts.
This made Li quickly gain prominence in Bupen; previously unattainable figures, like the boss of the brokerage firm he used to work for, now respectfully address him as "Mr. Li" instead of "Kid Li".
Female colleagues who once knew how to entertain clients to exhaustion yet never gave him a chance now constantly invite him; this is the change.
Lynch had told him that he had seen the darkest night of Bupen, so seeing the brightest light should not be difficult either.
At the ti, he thought the statent was exaggerating, believing that making a na for oneself in the big city of Bupen was not easy. Many people couldn’t achieve it despite striving for a lifeti; how co Lynch said it so effortlessly?
He doubted Lynch, but Lynch gave him a dream. Even with doubts, he continued to pursue this dream; until now, he finally understood that Lynch hadn’t lied.
In this city, to stand out, to beco superior, as long as you hold a massive amount of funds, even if the money doesn’t belong to you, you will beco superior!
People admire Lynch and Li, believing they possess the magical "magic power" to turn stones into gold, but most of these admirers do not understand.
Lynch’s profitability is not due to possessing great intuition, having superior consensus algorithms, or privileged information; rather, he orchestrated all of it himself.
In truth, many such people exist across various industries, like in trading exchanges.
These people are the "well-inford" in exchanges; they always can earn big through internal information that others do not know.
Lynch is no different from them, only turning their "well-inford" into "supporting organizations resisting Gafura’s tyranny".
This is also why so sociologists believe the core of capital has remained unchanged; the goal of capital and capitalists is only one—more money. All other actions are just ans to that end!
For Li, this cold buffet could be highly anticipated, but for Lynch, it’s rely a process of dividing the territory and allocation.
After moving slowly for more than ten minutes, the car eventually stopped outside the main entrance of the golf course. The ground was covered with a red carpet, giving Lynch an awkward feeling, but since soone is willing to pay to host the event, he hadn’t spent a di and therefore had no grounds to say anything.
Amid a barrage of cara flashes, Lynch quickly strode over the red carpet with Li, coming into the course interior to et the course’s owner head-on.
According to standard etiquette, the host should be positioned further back, but since the golf course owner isn’t highly ranked here, he must personally stand out to welco guests, which is his main reason for hosting the event—to expand his network and elevate his social status, proving there is no purely altruistic philanthropist in the world!
"Mr. Lynch, welco..."
The golf course owner appeared to be around 35, 36, 37, or 38 this year, maintaining upright posture, sporting ticulously gelled hair, and having a warm smile, without underestimating Lynch due to his young age.
His hand was warm, pleasant, leaving a good impression.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lynch walked inside, and Li, reservedly, introduced himself to the course owner before following.
"Don’t be nervous, just treat this like the exhibition we attended, everyone here is your potential custor..." Lynch took two glasses from a tray held by a waiter, handing one to Li, "seek your opportunity, I won’t give you a reward this ti, but you’re allowed a five percent commission from the funds you secure!"
With one sentence, the once hesitant Li froze briefly; his gaze quickly transford from one afraid to look around randomly, to one filled with aggression—money’s influence was evident.
All of the massive amounts of money under his control belonged to Lynch; everything he now possessed was false; if Lynch were to kick him aside, he’d be worth nothing again.
But now, he had a chance—a real opportunity to have a life of his own!
As Li went off to grab money... no, to find financing partners, Lynch scanned the venue and imdiately spotted Mr. Truman, surrounded by people at a buffet table.
As the leader of these diplomatic negotiations, he currently holds a status equivalent to half the Lord, the other half being money, in the minds of the Federation’s capitalists.
He saw Mr. Truman, and the latter saw him. After exchanging a toast, Lynch took a sip and turned around, disappearing into the crowd...
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