The effect of celebrities in this era is still a razor-sharp ans of promotion. Despite people suffering from various oppressions, exploitations, and dissatisfaction with life, at their core, they are still kind.
Or rather, they have not yet ford an "immunity," and they firmly believe that what those celebrities say is true —
"Celebrities couldn’t possibly lie and ruin their own reputations, they’re not that stupid!"
Of course, most of the ti, this is indeed the case. They wouldn’t be so stupid to ruin their own reputations, but there are exceptions.
For example... the capitalists offer too much, and they cannot refuse.
Stars, political figures appearing in magazines and on television, promoting various products, surely make this the best era for capitalists.
Because people are simple, easily deceived, and tend to forget lessons.
Just like this lighter, Lynch didn’t even endorse or promote it, he rely spent a million to buy the lighter he donated himself, thus making it the bestseller of the year.
The gazes of the two gentlen returned from the lighter. Mr. Pato pursed his lips, always exhibiting the stereotypical deanor of a Gafura native, and leaving others with the sa impression.
He raised his hand, thumb and forefinger spread apart, brushing his mustache back and forth a couple of tis, "He might not succeed this ti, the resistance is much greater than he imagined."
Mr. Wardrick echoed Mr. Pato’s sentints, "However, it’s a good thing that young people are daring. At least it proves that this world hasn’t completely aged."
Both of them were not optimistic about Lynch’s "rise" this ti. It was not the right mont, and even if he chose an unexpected path, success would still be very difficult.
The primordial and central consortium groups have always been very cautious towards newly erging capitalist forces. The rise of an erging industry inevitably ans the decline of an old one.
And among these declining industries, so are even the main businesses of major consortiums.
For instance... building railways.
Years ago, the Federation was very keen on building railways; back then, railway tycoons even said they were going to make railways prevalent throughout the entire Federation and even the world.
The Federation’s railways increased at the frenetic pace of 7,500 kiloters per year, and building railways beca the most profitable endeavor at the ti.
Governnts everywhere even pleaded with those railway tycoons to extend their railways to their cities, offering various favorable policies in return.
But now..., those things have entered a low-profit phase, and relying on railways to get rich quick is no longer possible.
More refined urban roads and interstate highways, along with the burgeoning automobile industry, have completely resolved the issue of not being able to travel long distances without trains, dealing a devastating blow to the industry chain centered around railways.
The rise of cars, the decline of trains, the era is like this, constantly rolling forward like a ball.
Seizing erging opportunities is sothing every consortium must do. Otherwise, they will gradually beco marginalized, eventually eliminated by the market.
No one likes things filled with a decayed aura; this is a world that changes daily, where the vibrant developnt of technology makes people adore new things and dislike old ones.
To survive, one must fight.
Airplanes are like this.
Everyone can see that once airplanes establish absolute superiority, they will undoubtedly beco an independent military force.
Once the air force becos an independent military branch, Lynch’s research institute and he will inevitably beco new military procurent giants, holding what is currently considered the most advanced technology.
To stop him, whatever he does, he must be made to fail. Only when he understands who actually runs this country can the primordial and central consortiums get what they want.
Actually, sotis lowering one’s head is not a disgraceful thing, especially when lowering one’s head to the nation’s top consortiums. This, for many people, is a good thing they could only dream of.
"But I always think he might create so more miracles?" Mr. Wardrick could be said to have "watched Lynch grow up" from being a young man of little value even for exploitation to rapidly developing to the point where he is now attempting to form his own consortium.
His ambition and ability are top-notch. It’s a bit regrettable.
Mr. Pato pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly, seeming to agree with Mr. Wardrick’s view. Miracles are never lacking around Lynch, and he is also adept at creating them.
"Let us quietly observe as we have before. Perhaps he will bring so unexpected changes to us and the Federation."
While they still thought Lynch’s purpose for establishing the Future Light Investnt Company was to provide a defensive asure for his aircraft research institute, the eldest son of the major warlord behind Every Mont had already arrived in the Federation.
If they don’t intervene now, it will be too late. As they watch, 20% of Every Mont’s shares have already fallen into the hands of Federation rchants, and a large portion of tradable shares has also been lost.
If Every Mont becos a Federation company, the first to be impacted will be their ventures in Mariluo.
The major warlord couldn’t stand it any longer, unable to leave himself, he could only send his most valued eldest son to see if there were any chances to resolve these predicants.
This Warlord’s son is completely different from ordinary people; his deanor, his aura, even just standing there, one cannot ignore his presence.
His lake-blue eyes seem to hide sothing mysterious, drawing the attention of many young girls passing by.
A group of more than twenty people, all rare elites under the Warlord, apart from two who used their brains, the rest were hands-on types.
If it really cos to the final step, Every Mont will be lost, they will not do nothing.
Whether it’s intimidation or actually doing sothing, they must display the Marilu people’s ferocity, not letting the Federation look down on them.
Not long after, a convoy stopped outside the station, and the group got into the cars.
The Warlord’s son took off his sunglasses, looked at the empty car, "Did my uncle not co personally?"
Standard Marilu accent, sowhat strange compared to Federation speech, but within an acceptable range.
The person responsible for picking them up was also a Marilu, he was the president’s assistant, "The president is currently discussing the repurchase of shares with the shareholders, unable to get away at the mont."
The Warlord’s son nodded, he knew about this matter.
The best way to counter takeover is to concentrate shares in one person’s hands as much as possible, only then in-ga advantage shares, ideally exceeding fifty percent, would ensure that malicious acquirers do not pose too much threat to the company’s sovereignty.
As long as the company’s sovereignty remains unchanged, lost damages can be quickly recovered.
The great Warlord of Marilu is even preparing a larger scale and class spring product event, inviting not only rich people from the Federation but also wealthy individuals worldwide to visit their plantations in Marilu.
If they can get through the current crisis, they are confident in quickly restoring Every Mont’s stock price to a normal level.
The Warlord’s son did not continue speaking, the inside of the carriage fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
The life of a Warlord is not completely about enjoynt, like him, the "second generation Warlords" don’t live entirely in comfort.
Every year, even every month, so minor Warlords, dium-scale ones, attempt to test whether they still have the sa dominant power as before.
These tests often are extrely extre, ard conflicts, bombings, assassinations, have never stopped.
The Warlord’s son has about thirty siblings in total, and the reason he can’t rember clearly is that he now only has three younger brothers and one younger sister left.
Other siblings were either taken by a worthless bullet during a battle or had their chests pierced by a knife on so deep night.
Surviving in such a world is not easy, which also makes a kind of tragic air linger around him.
He did not die, implying that those he killed were far too many!
People find it hard to use any thod to vividly describe "killing intent," they can’t even be sure if it truly exists, but at this mont in the carriage, the person receiving felt the unbridled killing intent drifting in the air.
Solemn killing intent.
The convoy roared into the sunset, disappearing at the road’s end under envious gazes. Such things happen daily in Bupen, sotis people are too tired even to envy, here there’s too much wealth.
When the convoy arrived at Every Mont Building, a manager imdiately ca out to greet the esteed guest.
As she just opened the car door, intending to assist the Warlord’s son out of the carriage, she was repelled by a glance and then pushed away by a hand full of scars and calluses.
"Has my uncle returned?", he walked towards the company while asking.
The assistant, who caught up, glanced at the manager, who shook her head; the president might be evading this young man.
It makes sense, sending soone at this ti, not to seize power, but certainly holding accountable, especially as the General’s eldest son, both can only accompany him with a smile, dare not say anything, and cannot say anything.
If they speak, they offend both sides, if not, they offend neither.
The Warlord’s son sneered and continued walking inside, his people opened the elevator for him, directly up to the top floor.
Two subordinates pushed open the door to the president’s office for him, he went straight in and sat on the huge leather chair only the president should sit, "Let my uncle et ."
"Also, notify all current shareholders for a eting, I have an announcent to make."
The manager and the president’s assistant did not imdiately agree, they exchanged glances, vaguely feeling this would be trouble; coming from Marilu to seize power at such a ti is frankly a foolish move.
But they have no choice because their families still overwhelmingly reside in Marilu, unless they never return in this lifeti, and do not fear assassination, it’s best to be obedient.
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