The situation in the Great Eastern Ocean is becoming increasingly unpredictable. Governor Sedel deeply feels this. Clearly, nothing has happened, yet the atmosphere in Alia suddenly feels particularly tense, as if... the dark clouds on the horizon are getting closer, pressing down on people’s hearts, making it hard to breathe.
The room’s bright lights flickered a few tis before falling into complete darkness, but soon the independent power equipnt at the Governor’s Mansion kicked in, and light returned to the human world.
Standing by the window, looking at the setting sun, Governor Sedel’s expression grew increasingly grave.
"Sir, the power plant was attacked, and we lost power," the butler reported truthfully from the doorway, detailing everything that had just occurred.
The power plant was attacked again, and the newly repaired generator set was scrapped once more, plunging the entire city back into darkness.
This was the second attack this month. Almost every ti the generator set is repaired, it gets attacked and damaged again within a few days. Not only in Joulis, but similar incidents are occurring elsewhere as well.
Darkstone Security, which had a contract with the Gafura Empire, used the excuse that "local governnts cannot provide a suitable and effective environnt to eliminate bandits" to completely cease their operations.
This reason seed a bit ridiculous, but they stopped all operations due to this absurd excuse, all of them.
The anti-governnt ard forces began to rise again, taking advantage of the continued destruction of power plants across regions, and unabashedly invaded cities under the cover of darkness.
However, the Gafura military had no good solutions. After all, the power plants are isolated in areas outside the cities, and many relatives of the anti-governnt ard forces reside in the cities. If they dispatch heavy troops to guard the power plants, then the Empire District would beco the main target of the anti-governnt forces’ attacks.
Protect the head but not the rear, or protect the rear but not the head, a choice had to be made.
Ultimately, the governor decided to focus defenses on the Empire District. After all, this represented the last vestige of dignity for the Gafura people locally. If even one or two Empire Districts were captured, many problems would arise in the future!
An invader that can be defeated!
By then, even the Defeated Country might have so ideas. They might not initiate a war directly, but they could send so soldiers over.
So, the Empire District absolutely cannot have issues. This decision resulted in Alia spending a month in darkness.
"This is Lynch’s handiwork..." Governor Sedel’s expression was particularly solemn. He contacted so countries within the Allies with strong armies, hoping that they would, for the sake of the alliance, dispatch so troops to help.
Now Governor Sedel no longer concealed the problem that the Gafura Empire’s army and dog feces were no different. He didn’t care anymore, thinking that losing this region to conceal this problem would be the biggest mistake!
But what he didn’t expect was that a sudden announcent of military exercises from the holand thwarted his plan to bring in reinforcents externally.
All these countries stated they were willing to help Governor Sedel establish a stable rule in the Alia Region, but there was a prerequisite: all of this had to be done after the military exercises and they hoped to get the Federation’s approval as well.
It’s not that the Federation has suddenly beco much stronger, but their military expansion and equipnt upgrades alard everyone.
A "guy who was obviously strong but always behaved like a coward being taken as a pushover" suddenly began arming themselves – that’s terrifying, okay? So, before sending troops to loiter near the Federation’s doorstep, shouldn’t we first seek the Federation’s permission?
Didn’t you see their new press conference announcing 31 military reforms, also sternly warning a handful of ill-intentioned individuals against influencing the Federation’s foreign trade through force?
Their attitude has hardened; they weren’t like this before. In the past, if soone outside farted, everyone from the President to the holess would treat it as thunder.
Now they’ve changed, they’re baring their claws – that’s terrifying.
No reinforcents, Soron on the Federation side is still unable to open up the situation, and the gan Consortium hasn’t done anything to lose millions. They are unlikely to proceed with this contract.
All these changes happened because of one person, Lynch.
"Get in touch with Lynch..." Governor Sedel ordered with a very unpleasant expression.
This is not the ti to show strength. First, stabilize the rule here, and then slowly consider how to repay these insults.
There is still plenty of ti, whether for him or the Empire.
The butler went and ca back in a short while, standing expressionlessly at the door, "Sir, Lynch refused to talk to you!"
At this mont, two imperial rchants passing by outside the Governor’s Mansion suddenly shrank their necks. One said to his companion, "The Governor is smashing things again."
Lynch, who greatly annoyed the Governor, certainly had no ti to chat with him. He was busy enjoying happiness, fine wine, and beauties. The ultimate purpose of making money is enjoynt.
If soone says I’m making money not for enjoynt, or I’ve never thought of making money, and money makes miserable, then that person is either a great evil or sick.
The people in the room forgot ti, place, themselves in the debauchery, rely indulging their twisted souls in social activities.
"We made several million..." Li was a bit excited. He had drunk quite a bit, and Lynch’s tactic to short the gan Consortium’s subsidiary was already paying off.
He glanced around and whispered, "If it drops for a few more days, our profit might exceed ten million."
There was no expression of surprise on Lynch’s face; a few million was already hard to affect him. Since confirming with Emperor Gafura that the Gafura people would redeem the bonds he held, his wealth had grown to the extent where a few million no longer stirred feelings.
Holding the wine glass, he took a sip, "Close all positions tomorrow."
Li, who was excited, froze for a mont, "Sorry, boss, did you say close all positions?", he "struggled" a bit, "Now everyone is selling, and after the sell-off forms, it will last at least two more days. We have a lot of profit space left."
Lynch neither agreed nor disagreed, he just glanced at him, "You can continue to hold, but sell my portion."
Another celebration was underway. In Bupen, a political and financial center, such celebrations often occurred, whether by brokerage firms or so financial figures. Once they made a fortune, envious celebrations would be held.
On one hand, this was to tell others they made money, invoking envy and jealousy, and at the sa ti, could attract potential clients.
Anyone wanting to continue playing here must abide by the rules of the ga, regardless of who they are.
Seeing Li’s sowhat puzzled eyes, Lynch did not explain further. People need to stumble once to learn how to avoid falling in the sa situation next ti.
He smiled with the wine glass, then went out to socialize.
Early the next morning, Li, upon waking, first liquidated all of Lynch’s positions but hesitated when facing his own account.
This was also one to two million in profit. If he waited two more days until the market patterns matched so financial models before exiting, that would be the best timing.
With this hesitation, he decided to wait a bit.
At that mont, the gan Consortium convened all the board mbers for a new round of etings.
"The military rejected us," the chairman of the board bluntly stated this very bad news. He appeared very strong, scanning the faces of each shareholder, until reaching Mr. Wardrick.
The two exchanged a glance for a while, two seconds, maybe three, and then looked away.
"They refused to provide short-term escort for us citing the reason of preparing to participate in the West Ocean military exercise, we..." The chairman inadvertently saw a coin in the middle of the table.
Because it was small and due to the unique environnt, perhaps the cleaning staff did not notice the coin, and it made him very unhappy as he recalled Mr. Wardrick’s provocative words toward the chairman panel.
This slight pause was captured by many.
"If we continue to fulfill the contract, we may encounter the sa situations as before, but it might also proceed peacefully."
"Now the world’s attention is firmly attracted by the West Ocean joint military exercise, maybe our invisible opponent won’t appear easily."
"But this matter is not sothing that I, or any individual can decide, because it relates to so consortium work adjustnts ahead, we need to vote!"
"Vote for or against, the final decision on whether to continue with the previous contract will be based on the votes."
"Let’s begin..."
The staff handed each person an envelope and a voting card.
To protect shareholders’ rights, the decision on the voting card was made by pressing.
If you want to vote in favor, press hard on the circle next to the favorable option, then blue paint will appear in the layer; otherwise, red paint will appear.
The final result will be reflected on the voting card after a period, giving everyone enough ti to put it into the envelope to ensure each vote is private, uninford to others.
Mr. Wardrick also received a voting card. He squeezed the paint pod, then put it in the envelope and handed it to the staff.
Soon, these votes were counted, and ultimately the board decided to abandon this plan with great danger, having stumbled twice in this project, there would absolutely not be a third ti.
Seeing this result, the expressions of the few chairn of the chairman panel were very calm, as if the outco was within their expectations.
Capital never has the attribute of "dead stubbornness". As soon as they feel pain, the pain like cutting flesh, or like hemorrhoid pain, they imdiately sever ties.
They don’t want to gamble on a future.
Simultaneously, they could afford to lose.
As for the contract with Soron, they could go to court.
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