Darkstone Code-Chapter 736 - 0734 Badges, Banners

"Richard, should we... leave?"

In the room, the "heroes" of Yuanrong Capital, after consecutive celebrations, sat together. The biggest change brought by the company’s listing was that each of their personal assets had more than tripled.

The price of Yuanrong Capital, after surpassing nine dollars, adjusted back to seven dollars and seventy cents, and the volatility became less extreme.

Overall, although somewhat disappointing for not exceeding ten dollars, regardless of the current price, this listing was a success.

Richard hadn’t been drinking; in the past few days, he had been drinking, smoking, and using pure color, and his head ached.

It didn’t hurt when he didn’t move, but as soon as he did, it hurt. Now he neither wanted to drink, smoke, nor think about those girls; he just wanted to sit quietly and rest for a while.

He slowly let himself lean against the back of the sofa and exhaled, "We won’t leave for now. Our funds are sufficient for us to sustain ourselves. We will withdraw after the fourth-quarter financial report comes out at the end of the year."

"You guys can start preparing for the withdrawal. If necessary... we’ll leave directly."

Yuanrong Capital was an illegal business, something that Richard had known from the start. It wasn’t a healthy, stable, or real enterprise; it was a scam.

A scam constructed with Lynch at its core, with Richard perfecting the content.

Now, even if some people vaguely understood that it was a scam, they wouldn’t act rashly because the funds involved were too large, and there were nobles behind it.

Without concrete evidence indicating that Yuanrong Capital was committing financial fraud that would cause people to lose everything, no one would act.

Who knows if they might suddenly complete a transformation and go from nothing to something? Moreover, as long as Yuanrong Capital could produce money for those Gold Certificate clients, no one would willingly mess with this situation.

Even though no one had been willing to expose the scam yet, Richard still demanded that everyone be prepared, ready to leave by the end of the year.

Scams will eventually be exposed, and he wouldn’t take that gamble.

"A bit more than a month, less than fifty days," Richard said, as if speaking to others yet also comforting himself.

From now until the end of the year is less than fifty days. The fourth-quarter financial report can be publicly disclosed according to the "routine."

Yuanrong Capital is a listed company; all the shareholders are "stockholders," so the company’s operating condition must be disclosed. This is unlike some private equity funds that aren’t listed and don’t publicly disclose their operations.

Once the fourth-quarter financial report is disclosed, it will inevitably trigger a new wave of enthusiasm. People will only see the ultra-high profitability behind the low operating costs, and such excellent stocks will undoubtedly become market darlings.

At that time, they will release their stocks and then withdraw.

Money will be smuggled through certain channels or laundered and sent out. He has already contacted some related people who will ensure that his wealth doesn’t shrink too much.

As long as he leaves Gafura, with so much money at his disposal, whether he wants to start a business, continue defrauding, or simply retire, the money will already be enough.

"Less than fifty days left!" His voice became much more resolute, and then he waved his hand, letting the people around him come closer. "Although there are less than fifty days left, we must stay alert."

He began arranging the work for the upcoming period. Richard is an excellent person, in all aspects. Whether it’s personal ability or management skills, he is top-notch.

However, his ambition is too vast, his desire too intense, and he inevitably won’t work for others for too long.

"First, you two, keep an eye on the stock market. If there are some sell-offs before the year-end financial report is released, as long as the quantity isn’t significant, we will use our money to take over."

"I hope that after the financial report, the stock price will break through ten dollars, rather than dropping back to five or six dollars and then rising to seven or eight. That way, we would have wasted so much time."

"Secondly, I need you... and you two to do the operational activities well. I want more people to notice our upward trend, more promotional activities, more publicity. We mustn’t let the heat go down."

"If necessary, we can spend some money to create some hype, find some novel writers to fabricate a story. In short, we can’t lose public attention!"

"Also, tell those detectives to keep an eye on our targets. After we harvest another wave in fifty days, we can retire early!"

"Life is short, fellas. This might be the shiniest moment in our lives; don’t mess it up."

"It won’t just be me who’s angry then, understand what I’m saying?"

People in the room nodded one after another, faces showing excitement, some solemnity, and even a bit of murderous intent.

"Go ahead and get to work..." He lay back down as people bid him farewell and left, but one person stayed behind.

In another world, there’s a philosophical saying, "Birds of a feather flock together." Although there isn’t such a concise phrase in this world, there’s a similar sentence.

"A sheriff’s friends are sheriffs, a robber’s friends are robbers." Though blunt, it does illustrate some truths.

The person who stayed behind is Richard’s true confidant. Richard rubbed his face, still lying on the sofa back, squinting at him, "Did you get the stuff?"

The man nodded, "It’s stored in a suburban warehouse. Do you want me to bring it over to you?"

They were talking about weapons, hot weapons.

Richard had his own security team, but the weapons they held were only meant for defense. The weapons his confidant had bought would be used offensively if necessary.

If the Gafura Empire determined that Yuanrong Capital was illegal, those security guards would refuse to continue providing protection services. When that time came, they would have to rely on themselves.

So Richard thought it through, preparing in advance just in case.

"No... actually, yes, get two or three handguns over here. Find a place to hide them. This matter is just between the two of us, understood?"

Seeing the other person nod in confirmation, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You go rest too; I’ve been really tired these days."

After his confidant left, he was the only one left in the room, but he didn’t feel scared because outside the room, there were still many people protecting his safety.

In other rooms, there were some servants waiting for his call at any time.

Whether he was genuinely tired or not, Richard did not return to the bedroom to rest today; he just fell asleep disheveled on the sofa.

The next morning, Lynch rolled over and got out of bed. Nobles had many troublesome affairs that were not yet resolved, such as the family crest.

In fact, until today, nobles rarely used such things as coats of arms, but the Secretariat required registration.

They had a thick book with the family crests of every noble, the design of the banners, and descriptions of the current patriarch and important figures.

These things were actually created to remember the past. In the past during the lord era, every mature noble needed to know how many nobles were in the Empire, what their family crests looked like, what the flags looked like, what the clan leaders and major members looked like, and what kind of personalities they had.

These were passed down via "family studies," and any child born in the family aspiring to inheritance had to master these things.

At that time, war could break out at any moment, be it between two nobles or among several more.

When encountering a "coalition force," the leading noble needed to immediately figure out which nobles were on the ground, who was leading, and what their personalities were like.

In modern times, many of the nobles’ powers have been stripped by the Imperial Family, and the Secretariat might be the last presentability for the nobles.

They could only reminisce about the glory of the Noble Group in past eras at the Secretariat, unable to extricate themselves, so they also required Lynch to submit such things promptly.

"Designing a family crest and a banner is very important. It’s not as simple as just casually drawing something."

Jenia sat at the table educating Lynch on this knowledge, which Lynch indeed did not understand.

"Generally, a family’s crest is often composed mainly of the characteristic products of the territory, such as roses, roses, tulips, or wheat ears, and then the spirit of the family."

"A sword representing martial force, a shield representing tenacity, or some kind of boast, like an armored warhorse, signifying that the family is known for cavalry."

"But later, after the territory was reclaimed and the ennobled nobles lost their lands, this period gave rise to more choices for a family’s coat of arms."

"Things like human figures were added, or further items, like precious artifacts, such as the Holy Grail."

"As for the banner, the base color, edge color, and the contents must align with your crest."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Lynch’s mind was a blank. He was articulate and knew many things that others didn’t, but designing crests and banners... these were truly beyond his ability range.

"From what you said, it seems like most things have been incorporated by the nobles. Can I repeat them?"

Jenia nodded, "Of course, but it would make your crest and banner less distinguishable. You know, the public’s understanding of a noble first comes from an impression of these traditional cultures before they delve into the individual."

This is also a tradition in Gafura. The public might not necessarily recognize what a noble looks like, but they recognize various crests and banners.

It’s not that someone forces them to remember these; it’s a tradition, a custom. Schools occasionally impart similar knowledge.

Once Lynch’s design was finished, the Secretariat would announce it in all newspapers, printing Lynch’s crest and banner on the papers, letting people know about it.

If the content’s redundancy is too high, people might not form a deep impression.

Lynch’s head was somewhat overwhelmed, "Is anyone using thorns?"