Chapter 154:
The silence in the corner did not affect the entire floor. People occasionally passed by in the hallway, sotis glancing in their direction, but upon seeing two n holding cigarettes by the window, they lost interest and moved on.
Whenever there was a eting, so gentlen would finish their cigarettes before it started. Although there was no explicit administrative order prohibiting smoking indoors, people generally avoided such behavior.
Firstly, no one liked to sll bad; the stench of cigarettes and alcohol was always repulsive. Secondly, avoiding smoking indoors showcased one's good manners.
At this mont, Lynch, standing by the window, shook his head. "I don't need any loans at the mont. You know, soone has invested in my business."
He had already deposited the check given by Mark into his account. Eight hundred thousand was no small amount, enough to attract the attention of so bank employees who loved gossip. Naturally, Joegleman was also aware of this and knew so behind-the-scenes details.
The investors had publicly claid they could value Lynch's Interstellar Trading Company at seventy million, aiming to hype their shares in advance. This was common in business.
Valuations were always "estimated." Subsequent negotiations would quickly reduce this "valuation," leading to a more reasonable entry price. This information was kept within a small circle, as it concerned everyone's interests, and they wouldn't disclose it.
Publicly, they would still assert that the company's market value would reach seventy million in three to five years. Shares they bought for a few million could multiply in value instantly.
Sotis, business operations were this simple; a few words could generate millions in revenue.
Even if the price would be lowered, they could still sell for at least a few million. Lynch had roughly one hundred seventy to eighty thousand raised from Joegleman, Mark's eight hundred thousand, the soon-to-be-received millions, and the two-million-worth land. He had achieved a significant transformation in a short ti.
Was that a miracle?
No, it was rely amazing but not miraculous. The financial stock and securities market over the past two years was the true miracle.
The two quickly finished their cigarettes. Before parting, Joegleman discreetly reminded Lynch not to acquire any industrial assets in the near future, a parting gift from their recent collaboration.
If the financial market collapsed, all wealth-linked industries, including the real sector, would suffer devastating blows. Buying industrial assets now would be prepaying for others' failures. It was better to wait until they go bankrupt and buy those expensive items at a lower price.
The two returned to the conference, each blending into their social circles. Lynch's return attracted so attention. This was a realistic world: the wealthy shone the brightest.
Now that everyone knew Lynch had cash, naturally, so opportunists and legitimate businessn would surround him.
"Mr. Lynch, I heard your club is recruiting female athletes?" The speaker was a middle-aged gentleman in his forties, sowhat chubby but clean and fresh.
His impeccable clothes emitted a faint fruity wood scent, not like perfu. In true high society, despite how mainstream society packaged perfu, it was still considered sothing only won of ill repute used to mask their genetic shortcomings. At least, that was the belief in this world.
However, they needed so fragrance to mask the strong body odors from their carnivorous diets, hence the need for aromatherapy.
Generally, these people, excluding the nouveau riche, had special aroma rooms. When their schedules were set, the butler would arrange for maids to scent the clothes needed for banquets.
Expensive spices would be lit and smothered, leaving only a faint fragrance without the smoky sll. This scent wouldn't last long, but it was enough for a party or banquet. By the latter half of the social event, with the sense of sll dulled by alcohol and tobacco, no one could discern any scent.
Until now, many in high society, especially those from established families, still used this thod. As for the future, they might appreciate the convenience of perfu, but for now, they didn't.
The gentleman seed very interested in Lynch's recruitnt of female athletes. "Do we have any sports where won can participate?" he asked. No one around spoke, indicating this man held so status.
"And you are...?" Lynch didn't know this gentleman but didn't mind soone introducing them, using it as a chance to make a connection.
A man, about thirty-five or thirty-six, stepped forward. "This is Mr. Reynolds, a baron of Kazriel..." The pride on his face almost made Lynch think he was too.
Of course, Lynch appropriately showed his "surprise," even though he had no idea where Kazriel was or if a baron was valuable there.
"Baron Reynolds..." Lynch shook hands with the baron and then discussed the topic of interest. "As a young person, I'm a supporter of the won's rights movent, but my stance might differ from most feminists."
"I believe won should have equal status with n and take on more responsibilities. Only then will society truly recognize won's status and rights, not just grant them privileges."
"Rights without obligations won't earn true respect for won."
If it weren't for the things he had in his belly, Lynch would undoubtedly glow with so kind of effect. Many female companions of the attendees looked his way, and Baron Reynolds nodded repeatedly, fully agreeing with Lynch.
He pointed out the key part of Lynch's speech. "Rights and obligations, you are absolutely right. I'm also a supporter of the won's rights movent. Do you an to recruit so female athletes into professional sports?"
This topic imdiately drew more attention. So people with wine glasses approached, curious about this.
Lynch shook his head. "Although I don't want to admit it, I must acknowledge that won's physicality and fitness are clearly inferior to n's in highly competitive sports. I have no bias..."
Everyone nodded. This was normal and factual, like dostic violence often involved husbands beating wives; it was rare to hear of wives beating husbands.
"So I plan to create professional sports for won, parallel to n's, and have already received support from so local figures."
Baron Reynolds couldn't help but ask, "Do you an won's rugby?"
Lynch nodded. "Including won's rugby."
This brought an excited expression to Baron Reynolds' face, which puzzled Lynch. He even enthusiastically asked, "Can I participate?"
"Yes, but you'll need a professional club and a group of relatively professional athletes." Since he planned to promote this, and with feminist organizations backing him, Lynch didn't want to make it superficial; it had to be formal.
Actually, the state and federal feminist organizations were discussing this. They saw it as a significant historical advancent for the won's movent. Before Lynch proposed professional won's sports, they hadn't realized that all professional sports in Baylor Federation were male-dominated. This was blatant disrespect and discrimination against won.
Thanks to Lynch, they noticed this issue. Moreover, he was even willing to initiate a won's professional sports plan, proving he was a staunch won's rights advocate. They planned to award him an association dal to honor his exemplary contributions to the won's rights movent.
Baron Reynolds naturally nodded. "Naturally. I will prepare for it. What should I..."
Before they finished speaking, soone quietly announced, "The mayor is here."
Baron Reynolds tilted his head slightly, and a secretary standing behind him quickly handed a business card to Lynch, who gave out one of his in return.
They agreed to et another ti to discuss these matters and then focused on the mayor, returning to their seats.
The mayor looked haggard, and understandably so. The unemploynt rate had risen by another percentage point, and the Listoan Group had begun halting production. This ant approximately two to three percent more people may would lose their jobs. It was very likely that Sabin City's unemploynt rate would reach a frightening twenty percent in the fourth quarter.
At that ti, the city's order might collapse. Last night, the governor had a teleconference with all city mayors, instructing them to deploy police and federal militia imdiately if riots occurred. The state ard forces were also ready to provide military support anyti, anywhere.
All this because, yesterday afternoon, a protest in another state's city turned into a riot.
The protesters, who had lost their jobs and were enduring hunger, suddenly began rioting, looting, and setting things on fires. The situation briefly spiraled out of control. In response, the President's Cabinet and the Ministry of Defense issued a joint notice, urging local authorities to maintain security and stability, with the option to deploy military forces if necessary.Please vote for this novel at /series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link
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