"...The contents stated above are made without any threat or coercion to , and with enough ti to think. I promise to abide by its contractual rights."
The old millionaire wrote this letter of commitnt as Lynch requested. He had reached an agreent with Lynch to buy 0.3% shares of one of Lynch’s companies for a price of one million Federation Sol at this special mont.
To make these capitalists obedient, one must restrain them from a capital standpoint. Otherwise, so among them might not comply with the rules so obediently.
Lynch took the handwritten contract, carefully reviewed it, and smiled more.
He then placed another piece of paper on the table, "Then please two of you witness that everything that happened just now was voluntary, and not coerced."
"Of course, even now, if either of you has concerns about our transaction or needs to think, I will return the previous contract to you and leave here..."
The old millionaire quickly interrupted Lynch, "No, we will write it."
"Thank you very much for your cooperation, sir. Maybe when we return to the Federation, we can have a chat.", Lynch was very friendly to those willing to cooperate.
This wealthy gentleman seed infected by Lynch’s strong confidence, he seed joking but asked seriously, "Do we have a chance to go back?"
Lynch nodded, using an unmistakable tone with so nonchalance, as if it had already happened, "Of course!"
The millionaire felt a surge of power pouring into his body with Lynch’s "of course," he positioned the paper properly, and his face grew more composed, "How should I write it?"
"Just like earlier, I’ll provide a template, and you decide."
With the agreent of both individuals, Lynch began reciting that template.
Sotis Federation’s laws are very comprehensive, sotis not so much. For instance, laws state that when life is threatened, the actions taken by the threatened individual, at least most, can be pardoned.
Federation law holds a unique value system, where subjective consciousness, when driving behavior, holds a higher life value than other life values.
In other words, to save oneself from "lethal" harm, even killing the innocent can be forgiven.
As for how to determine whether sothing is "lethal," that’s where it becos less comprehensive.
This also leads to once people feel safe and believe their decisions under "coercion" go against their subjective will, it evolves into a prolonged lawsuit.
What Lynch needed was to establish a judgnt of the incident environnt with three "subjective" perspectives, forming a triangular assessnt. It might not be absolutely effective, but for a lawsuit, it ant Lynch was less likely to lose.
Lynch quickly said his reference template, the two handed over their written content to Lynch. After reviewing it, Lynch stood up and extended his hand.
"Rest assured, we’ll be safe soon."
The millionaire nodded, "Hopefully."
Lynch smiled and bid them farewell then left. Once outside the room, he exhaled and, seeing two soldiers standing at the door, slightly frowned, "Next room..."
In the room, a young lady clung tightly to the millionaire’s arm, her body still trembling a bit.
The ruthless killing of that unfortunate woman by the Beret was actually a warning and a way; it made all the "female companions" aware they were not safe.
This gave them the motive to try everything to persuade their male companions to cooperate with the Beret’s actions. That shot wasn’t random, its purpose was t.
Compared to the composed male millionaires, the situation of the won was not very good.
"Is he trustworthy?", the young woman looked at the man she could rely on and asked the question she longed for in her heart.
The man nodded, "Besides believing him, we have no other choice."
It’s an answer that couldn’t fully reassure her, but she could only try to believe that everything would improve as Lynch said.
By eleven o’clock at night, Lynch had already secured five million in "investnt."
Perhaps soon the entire Federation would be abuzz about how Lynch sold a shell company to hundreds of millionaires, turning it into investnts worth tens of millions or even billions.
In the last room, Lynch faced a wealthy man in his forties at his pri, and unlike those too old or too young, he wasn’t so easy to communicate with.
"Why should I trust you?", he asked Lynch like that.
Lynch responded with a smile, "You have no other choice apart from ."
The millionaire shook his head, "No, I have other options."
"Your ability to communicate with their leader indicates he’s not a madman. I might also communicate with him and gain his trust.", the middle-aged millionaire had already decided to give Lynch the million.
Firstly, this amount was far below his estimate of the amount he would part with in this hostage situation. For him, even a million wouldn’t affect his work or life.
But he needed to demonstrate his stance and attitude; a young man couldn’t just co over, demand money, and make him write docunts.
Against the robbers, he might not be so tough, but with Lynch, he didn’t feel it was that dangerous.
Although the money would be given, and the docunts would be written, he needed to show his position and attitude. He wanted Lynch to understand the reason he was doing these things was not that he feared Lynch but for other reasons.
Lynch nodded, seemingly unfazed by the middle-aged millionaire’s doubts and even countered; he seed to agree with this viewpoint.
But he quickly proposed a new understanding, "Sir, you know it’s one thing that those people don’t harm us, and another how we return to the Federation, don’t you think?"
The middle-aged millionaire was suddenly stunned, then soon his brow furrowed tightly.
Undoubtedly, the statent was filled with threats, threats to life.
The underlying implication in Lynch’s words was that even if the robbers let them go, they were not safe, and whether they could return was up to Lynch, which made him curious amidst his anger.
"Can you tell what you plan to do?", he asked while picking up a pen and taking out a check from his pocket, "I will do as you say, I’m just very curious."
Lynch was not afraid of him knowing his "secret," he said it without any hesitation, "Do you know how to sail?"
Lynch pointed to the floor, "This cruise, can you drive it?"
The millionaire shook his head.
Lynch then looked at the lady beside him, "What about you, ma’am, can you sail this ship?"
The millionaire’s female companion also shook her head, "I can’t."
"Neither can I!" Lynch did not hide the fact that he could not either, "So the robbers leaving does not an we are rescued, do you understand what I an now?"
The millionaire thought seriously and nodded, "Then how do we leave next?"
"My n will find their way here, and they will sail the ship to take us away, so do you still have any questions now?"
The middle-aged millionaire seed to realize sothing, "Darkstone Security."
Lynch nodded without further words, he had said enough.
The middle-aged millionaire sighed, wrote all the docunts Lynch needed, and handed them over.
He was still sowhat unwilling to yield, perhaps with the kind of feeling only encountered when the older generation is washed over by the new waves on the beach.
Lynch was too young, his appearance heralded a new era in the world of capital, and another Chapter in capital’s modern era began anew.
This was hard to accept for many who had erged in the "Middle Era" of capital forces and now held the Federation’s wealth and power.
Capital was never united, ordinary people saw millionaires standing together only because of shared interests.
Without those interests, they would compete against each other to the death.
New generations of capitalists were in absolute competition with middle and initial ones; he didn’t want to concede but had no choice but to.
When he handed over those docunts and checks, he was still unwilling to give up, "One last question, what if I break the contract after I return?"
Lynch forcibly pulled back the docunts and check, then squeezed his stiff hand, "No, you won’t."
It was a strange feeling; the self-confidence exuded by Lynch always seed to infect others. At that mont, the middle-aged millionaire also felt that indeed, he might probably not break the contract.
He let go of his hand, "You are interesting, Mr. Lynch."
"You too!"
He said, turning to the woman beside the middle-aged millionaire, "Then I wish you both a good dream, good night, ma’am, and sir!"
Watching the door close again, the middle-aged millionaire inexplicably laughed, shaking his head while laughing, "He will offend many people; that’s not a smart choice."
He made a fair point, regardless of Lynch’s intentions, his actions at this mont would undoubtedly cause dissatisfaction among so people.
Not everyone could stand in his position or think from a just position. They would only feel Lynch was the accomplice of the robbers, not that he wanted to buy ti.
The middle-aged millionaire felt that what Lynch did was inappropriate; it was a mistake. He could have used other thods, and there was no need to do so.
"He will regret it!", he said this to the lady beside him while sitting on the sofa.
It seed as if he was talking to himself, too.
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