Chapter 287:
Society is realistic; it is not a fantastical world from a fairy tale. In this realistic society, there is one thing that can never be ignored—money.
Money can be seen as the driving force behind everything. No matter what you want to do or achieve, money is an unavoidable elent in the process of reaching your goals.
For example, when Count Kazriel wanted to organize a small won's rugby match, he had to put up not only the 200,000 Federation Thors as a prize for the champion team but also an additional, equally substantial amount to cover various expenses.
This included costs for transportation, accommodations, als, and general hosting fees. Then there were the costs of renting the venue, arranging staff such as referees and linesn, as well as promotional and hospitality expenses. dia coverage and entertaining guests he invited to watch the ga also added to the bill.
To organize a small tournant with just six teams, at least 300,000 to 500,000 Federation Thors would be needed. Imagine the cost of setting up a won's professional rugby league covering the entire Federation—perhaps three million, five million, or even over ten million Thors.
Since Ms. Tracey wanted to gain control and wield greater power, she would need to invest a significant amount of wealth to support this initiative. Otherwise, no one would allow her to use others' money to dominate while sitting above them.
Lynch's question hit the core of the matter: how much money could the Won's Rights Protection Association put into this endeavor? The association was a non-profit organization, primarily funded by donations from various sectors of society. Compared to the behemoth that is the Athletes' Association, the won's rights group paled in comparison.
Last year alone, the Athletes' Association generated an impressive net inco of 33 million Thors. Many large corporations didn't even reach such numbers. In contrast, the Won's Rights Protection Association's revenue and donations combined didn't even hit three million Thors—less than a fraction of their counterpart's earnings.
The disparity in scale between the two was evident. Ms. Tracey's ambition to seize power was unrealistic from the start. The Athletes' Association hadn't outright excluded the won's association only because of its considerable societal influence, particularly in matters involving won.
There were indeed issues where their presence was unavoidable and even necessary. However, as Lynch pointed out, their importance wasn't as significant as Ms. Tracey imagined.
His comnt brought her back to an uncomfortable reality—she and her organization lacked money.
Not only were they financially constrained, but they also lacked power. This was sothing they had always been reluctant to admit or face, and Ms. Tracey was a vivid embodint of this denial.
"We can't co up with that much money in a short ti, but we have significant influence and the ability to rally support," she said, initially lacking confidence. As she continued, however, her tone beca firr.
Over the years, the feminist movent had truly shaken up society and revealed the alarming influence of feminist organizations. Since they began promoting abstinence as a ans to reclaim control over the family, they consistently stirred up controversy from ti to ti.
"Whenever we organize events, businesses will voluntarily provide services for free, and many individuals will donate to support us. I believe this ti will be no different.
"We can bring more won into the sporting arena and force society to recognize the value, role, and status of won in professional sports—sothing money alone cannot achieve. Isn't that enough?"
Seeing the proud expression return to Ms. Tracey's face, Lynch raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Tracey, in our society, influence and rallying power rarely translate into tangible wealth quickly or efficiently. People won't just pay out of pocket to participate in an event simply because your voice is louder. They still expect material rewards.
"Even the most ordinary staff mbers can't be expected to contribute their efforts for nothing. Everyone needs to live, everyone has goals, and what they need isn't inspiration or tears—they need money. Federation Thors."
Lynch didn't stop there. He posed another question: "Ms. Tracey, do you know why the president of the Won's Rights Protection Association didn't handle this personally and instead delegated it to you?"
With every word Lynch spoke, Tracey's expression darkened. Of course, she knew. She understood the situation better than anyone but chose to pretend otherwise. Now, a young man had laid it bare, leaving her visibly shaken.
She no longer found Lynch handso, charming, or cute; she only felt that this guy was sowhat unpleasant and even a bit infuriating.
"And what about you, Lynch? This all started with you. Don't you want more control in this matter?" She retorted in embarrassnt and anger, feeling that her question touched on a critical point.
It all began with Lynch, who was the first to propose the idea of won's professional rugby. That was what allowed Tracy and the Federal Won's Rights Protection Association to see an opportunity and throw themselves into it.
As for why the headquarters of the Won's Rights Protection Association didn't get directly involved, it was simply because they were more clear-headed. They were fully aware that they had nothing substantial to offer, so it was better to let Ms. Tracy fight for it. If she succeeded, they could reap the benefits effortlessly. If she failed, they could step in later to salvage the awkward situation.
Lynch replied candidly, "I've never wanted control over sothing so complex. I lack the expertise and have no intention of getting involved. My only aim, as one of the ‘initiators,' is to secure more benefits and advantages.
"Ms. Tracey, I've always considered us to be on the sa side, you and . That's why I'm being honest with you," he added sincerely. His earnest expression and handso face softened her initial irritation.
"Oh?" she responded noncommittally, masking her thoughts.
Lynch continued, "My idea is simple. As one of the initiators, I want to ensure that my club receives broadcasting fees no less than our competitors in any matches involving us.
"I don't need a high position in this won's professional sports system. As long as my inco trics remain in the top tier, I'll support whoever is in charge.
"Ms. Tracey, compared to tangible benefits, the Won's Rights Protection Association—already influential—doesn't need to compete for dominance. Even without full control, people won't overlook us."
Ms. Tracey struggled to grasp his point, "You an..."
Lynch explained, "We could propose establishing a new organization, such as the ‘Baylor Federation Won's Professional Sports Promotion Committee,' to avoid being absorbed into the Athletes' Association. There, we stand no chance.
"In the new institution, you could give up most of the power, especially regarding broadcasting rights. The Athletes' Association won't let you intervene there. Instead, focus on controlling athlete-related matters.
"The Won's Rights Protection Association itself has certain connections and relationships with female professional athletes, and it is more appropriate for you to handle it. If you pay a little attention, you will understand how much the player transfer fees are for various professional league clubs each year."
Lynch leaned back, sipping his tea. "Compared to leadership titles, tangible benefits matter more."
Tracey remained uncertain but chose not to appear naive. Although unfamiliar with professional sports, she knew broadcasting fees were lucrative—an essential funding source for her organization's broader goals.
If they could obtain more money from broadcasting won's professional sports to support more initiatives, the influence and power of the Won's Rights Protection Association would eventually transform into another kind of force—a force that could sweep through society and change the world. In the face of this force, no one would be able to keep their mind clear.
Seeing Ms. Tracy's sowhat flustered expression, Lynch comforted her, "You don't need to worry too much. These kinds of things can't be resolved in a day or two. You could talk to more people about it—maybe they'll be able to offer you so better ideas..."
Shortly afterward, Lynch got up to take his leave. He had been traveling all day and needed to rest early to prepare for tomorrow's eting.
After Ms. Tracy arranged a car to send him off and returned ho, the two elderly n who had been arguing non-stop on the sofa suddenly fell silent.
They both fixed their eyes on Tracy, their expressions betraying a certain anticipation. This expectation lingered for about ten seconds before Jackson suddenly jumped up, waved his fist, and shouted at Jefferson, "I won! Pay up, you bastard!"Please vote for this novel at snovelupdates/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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