When it ca to Lynch, Sanchez was still very cautious.
Before he ca to the Federation from Mariluo, he already knew that it was Lynch who initially shorted Every Mont, causing his uncle to misjudge and decide not to let the cruise dock early.
They had a supply point on the West Coast, which would take about four days to reach the supply port if they sailed at full speed.
Once they docked over there and handled other matters, there wouldn’t be any issues.
But docking before that was not part of the plan, and with a significant short position, if the dia were stirred up, it could easily create a false impression, causing Every Mont’s stock to plumt.
From another perspective, this arrangent couldn’t be considered a major mistake; the real, irreparable consequences were actually due to the captain and chief mate on the ship.
They didn’t recognize the severity of the problem and were blindly optimistic, thinking that pirates couldn’t board the ship.
A cruise ship is not a yacht; it’s accessible. Yet it was precisely because of their misjudgnt of the situation that a series of subsequent incidents were triggered.
However, soone still needs to bear responsibility for this accident.
Excluding the dead pirates, there needs to be a person of sufficient weight to take responsibility, as rely a few pirates’ deaths are not enough to compensate or convey sincere apology to the many horrified magnates in the Federation.
The president of Every Mont being dismissed is a good choice, and the company would repurchase his shares according to the regulations.
He’s finished!
In this series of events, Lynch didn’t seem to play a significant role, yet Sanchez learned through so channels that Lynch was crucial.
He smiled at Lynch, "I don’t know if Mr. Lynch has any questions I can answer?"
Lynch also smiled broadly, "No major questions. I just don’t know in what capacity you’re dismissing the president."
"Secondly, I’m not clear about how the repurchased shares according to company regulations will be distributed."
His gaze swept around the table; everyone’s face showed so change in emotion. "After all, there are so many of us here. Whether it’s divided equally among everyone, subscribed, or otherwise, there must be a thod."
His gaze returned to Sanchez’s face. "I wonder if you can answer this question for ."
Uh...
It seed like a normal question, yet it directly pointed out that Sanchez wasn’t qualified to be giving orders here.
He was neither a shareholder of the company nor its founder, and he didn’t even hold any of the company’s shares, so what right did he have to give orders here?
The manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank adjusted his posture imdiately, realizing the most common drama in Bupen was occurring: a power struggle.
The struggle for power among shareholders plays out countless tis in Bupen every year. Often, founding major shareholders are kicked out of the company by the board, having their shares forcibly reclaid, ending up on the streets.
So of those wandering the streets of Bupen might just be forr presidents, directors, or even founders of major corporations.
Capital is intensely keen on expansion, plunder, and annexation, as it is now.
The manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank coughed lightly, "I think Mr. Lynch’s question is very reasonable."
He looked at Lynch, and Lynch looked back at him. After exchanging nods, the manager continued, "If you’re representing soone in handling the company’s affairs, we welco that."
"But if you have not a single share, to dispose of the board and shareholder eting results, I disagree with these results; they are invalid."
"Mr. Sanchez, the issue between you and the president is a family affair, unrelated to us or the company."
"If you want to take over the president’s authority, I hope you resolve it privately before proceeding."
"But until then, I suggest holding a formal shareholders’ eting to reassess and redistribute the company’s power structure based on current share distribution!"
Lynch almost laughed out loud. Capital is a shark, while banks are piranhas. If there’s a chance, they’ll definitely take a bite.
Sanchez’s face darkened as his gaze shifted between Lynch and the manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank repeatedly.
Finally, he squinted slightly, revealing gleaming white teeth and a full smile. "I was rash. We’ll resolve this issue soon."
"I’ve just arrived at the Federation, and there’s much I’m not thoroughly familiar with. There have been so mistakes in my expressions."
"In short, I’ll soon negotiate with my uncle on the share transfer..."
With that, he stood up. "I appreciate everyone coming; it gives the confidence that we’ll overco the current difficulties. eting adjourned."
He declared the eting adjourned, but no one left; all the shareholders remained seated.
Having already stood up and seeing none of the others budge from their seats, his expression finally soured.
His gaze road among these shareholders for a long ti, ultimately landing on Lynch. He nodded slightly, with a sinister expression that added a hint of a smile that didn’t seem friendly, before turning and leaving.
He actually doesn’t understand the Federation’s ga rules at all. Having weapons and violence here won’t solve all problems.
If it did, given Lynch’s current ard scale at Darkstone Security, who would dare lay a hand on him?
But it’s not like that. A bunch of big players are waiting for him to expose a flaw, ready to tear him apart and swallow him up.
Here, you have to obey the rules of the capital ga in a capitalist society.
You don’t even have a single stock, what the hell have you been talking about so long?
The "bageeight" is a special event card in a board ga.
The shareholders watched Sanchez leave quietly, and finally, their eyes all focused on Lynch.
Lynch stood up, tidied his clothes a bit, walked to the head seat, pushed the chair, and sat down.
"I’m sitting here, does anyone object?"
With a slight smile between his brows, his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and his face, bright and clean like sunshine, radiated shining confidence.
Aside from these, there was sothing indescribable, a pressure.
He just sat there, and no one felt it was inappropriate.
"The president is absent from this shareholder eting. As the current largest shareholder, I will chair this interim shareholder eting. Everyone surely has no objections."
The big shareholders in the front could still hold back a little, but the small shareholders at the end wished they could stand up and wave a flag madly — they wanted to write on the flag, "Always follow Mr. Lynch’s lead."
This is a society transford over two hundred years by capitalists, where even if Lynch causes the shareholders here severe losses, everyone respects his success and wants to befriend him, to share his Secret of Success.
It’s actually quite twisted, yet it’s flawless, becoming neighbors with successful people, becoming friends with successful people, serving successful people...
This is the Federation’s most correct societal value orientation.
After a brief round of flattery by the small shareholders, Lynch raised his hand slightly, gesturing for quiet.
"Actually, Mr. Sanchez’s suggestions just now quite align with our current needs, I will add a few more."
"No matter who among you wants to cash in your stocks, you can co to ..."
"Additionally, regarding the issue of the company founder, I think we should seriously discuss it."
"Its foreign nature and cultural conflicts might cause so... disturbances to the company’s future developnt. I don’t know if this term is accurate, but that’s how I see it."
"This brings certain unsuitable winds to the Federation, we are civilized people, gentlen."
"This is a company with a market value of over ten billion, not a gang, we shouldn’t see violence here, yet..."
Lynch spread his hands, "Just now, so people used violence to compel the president to leave."
"They have a family relation, a clan, I won’t speculate about their motives and reasons, but I have to wonder, if more Mariluoans co here, will we be as safe as before?"
"Warlords, smuggling, violence, terror, these annoying words will surround us."
"We need to reassess whether the company founder is suited to continue holding shares and assuming important company positions."
Soone also voiced their view, "Mr. Lynch, if we kick out the founder, where would we find quality raw materials?"
Every Mont has grown so big due to their control over smuggling at the border and their export of raw materials.
It’s hard to believe that the warlords behind Every Mont actively combat large-scale tobacco smuggling within Mariluo more than the Federation’s anti-smuggling teams do.
Even a large portion of the sponsorships the Federation’s border anti-smuggling teams receive annually cos from Every Mont.
To make a monopoly business, there must be exclusivity. If every warlord could export tobacco to the Federation, Every Mont’s advantage would be far less prominent.
Their refusal to engage in large-scale smuggling prevents rival warlords from surpassing them in strength, while letting small-scale smuggling goes on maintains a grassroots base.
In doing business, one can’t go too far.
Plus, they often clean up other tobacco plantations, so now within Mariluo, not many forces can supply a large amount of high-quality tobacco leaves.
And even these few forces, their tobacco leaves have found destinations, after all, the high-end Kleve materials worldwide co from Mariluo.
After listening, Lynch shook his head, "You haven’t figured out the supply-demand relationship. Now the whole world is a buyer’s market, as long as you have money, soone will supply you, tobacco trade included."
He crossed his legs, rested a hand on the table edge, and said leisurely, "Without this warlord, there’ll be another warlord. In such a chaotic place, who knows when these people might just exit the stage."
"People are very fragile."
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