Darkstone Code-Chapter 738 - 0736 My Turn [This - is additionally sponsored by: 单推人_ - 5/15]
"There have been some unusual unloading activities in recent days..."
On Thursday, Richard received a report from his subordinate; he had him close the door and took a document from his hand.
"This is the turnover rate for the past three days. Nearly five million shares have been traded, the volume is quite large, and it’s not quite normal."
Richard is not a person with a high level of education, but in the world of successful people, no one ever demands that a successful person must have a high level of education.
As long as he has money, he can hire people with higher education to serve him, the one with lower education.
On the daily chart in his hand, he used some markers to label the turnover volume for each time period. The so-called "turnover" can be extended to the trade gestures inside the exchange.
When someone wants to sell the stocks in their hand, they often use some gestures to communicate "silently" with the traders on the trading floor, cooperating with the flipping bulletin boards.
The content of the gestures is not much, the main difference is between buying and selling. Whenever a stock transfers from the seller to the buyer, it mostly goes through such gesture trading, giving rise to the rather vague term "turnover."
Of course, some people believe the origin of the term doesn’t come from here, and they have started using the new term "trade volume" to replace these old terms.
But regardless of whether it’s a new term or an old term, their meaning points to the same place—trade.
"Have our agreement partners released stocks?" Richard frowned at the dense trading volumes.
Despite his limited education, his analytical skills are strong. He is well aware that when a stock has sufficient room for growth, it won’t suddenly have a massive volume, and it won’t unleash the market’s enthusiasm all at once.
There will be a sustained process because stock growth also requires volume, but this kind of volume isn’t large and won’t suddenly explode with such numerous trades.
Richard suspected that the agreement partners might be planning to release stocks. They signed agreements to boost stock heat by purchasing large quantities of stocks, and since the stocks’ market value is now significantly higher than the agreement price, they can’t sell them directly to the company at the agreement price but release them directly into the market instead.
And now the stock is looking good; as long as the release isn’t explosive, the stock price won’t fall.
There is even a possibility that because more circulating shares are in the hands of individual investors, stimulating the market to further boost the stock price.
"Has our money moved?" Richard put the chart back on the table. His subordinate nodded, "Approximately twenty million has been used; these stocks will be released again next week."
Richard nodded again, "That will do, it appears like market behavior. But you need to keep monitoring it, and if there’s any unforeseen change, remember to inform me promptly."
His subordinate’s departure left the office in silence; Richard wasn’t as busy as some imagined, constantly taking calls. He was well aware this was a scam, and the busyness in a scam was all a pretense; there was no real need for him to busy himself.
He sat at his desk, furrowing his brows tightly. He felt an indescribable unease; he didn’t know where this unease came from, but he knew it was not a good sign.
He stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, and finally sat back down again, picking up the phone.
He dialed a number, and after twenty to thirty seconds, asked a question, "What’s Lynch been up to these days?"
What is Lynch up to?
A couple of days ago, Lynch was preparing to attend a noble celebratory banquet, and today is the day of his attendance at the banquet.
The entire celebration began early in the morning.
Early in the morning, Lynch arrived at the private hunting ground outside the Imperial Capital. Sometimes, people mention that Gafura has very little land, the national area being small, but when truly entering a city to experience life here, one finds the misuse of land.
Thousands of square kilometers of land is the nobles’ hunting ground, where they nurture gentle animals. It is hunting season all year round; as long as one applies to the Secretariat and pays some fees, one can hunt here.
Next to the noble hunting ground is the Royal Hunting Ground, larger in area, with more animals and stricter management.
It’s not the lack of land, but rather that much land is occupied by the nobles and left unused.
The nobles love building various castles, hunting grounds, gardens...
It’s Lynch’s first time riding a horse; fortunately, the Horse Trainer chose a young mare for him.
Ms. Mare was more docile, not running fiercely when other horses galloped, but following slowly instead, thus avoiding tense vibes between rookie Knights and their mounts, maintaining stability between them.
The hunting tool was a Longbow, after some unfriendly banter from the people, the nobles agreed to Lynch’s request to use firearms but not the usual modern rifles, instead a flintlock.
Fortunately, he didn’t need to ram the barrel himself, and after firing, he only needed to hand the flintlock to his attendant.
There’s no need to elaborate on the hunting process; it was rather dull. These nobles enjoy cruelly killing animals with cold weapons, reveling in the pleasure of life plunder; Lynch was uninterested because their efficiency was too low, and it was all quite pointless.
He can understand the people who hunt and the activity of hunting, but setting unnecessary difficulties for oneself while hunting was somewhat tiresome.
The lunch was venison; the morning’s spoils were a deer and some small animals like rabbits and wild ducks. The cook skillfully handled these animals, hosting a barbecue party in the hunting ground’s camp.
In the afternoon, a group of people went to the opera house to listen to a two-hour opera, finally allowing them a moment to rest.
"My neck hurts!" Lynch removed his cravat. He could understand the nobles’ adherence to certain rituals, but he didn’t think it was necessarily good.
For instance, the nobles all wore cravats, and some even wore wigs. The temperature in the Imperial Capital was a full thirty-two or thirty-three degrees, and wearing a cravat in such heat was bad enough, let alone a wig.
He personally saw some old nobles drenched in sweat but still maintaining the so-called noble demeanor, truly "unnecessarily fussy."
Yes, unnecessarily fussy, Lynch thought no one here could be wealthier than him, so he was licensed to say so.
Their cocktail party was held at the Secretariat’s castle, which was the castle of a duke. Later, the duke resisted parliamentary reforms and was ousted by the emperor, who had just begun to consolidate power, turning his castle into collective property of the Secretariat.
This castle had many rooms, enough for everyone to be allocated a separate room.
Lynch removed his jacket and cravat, the collar as stiff as a steel plate, leaving a red mark around his neck.
The butler stood by smiling, not chiming in; Lynch’s shirt was soaked with sweat, but fortunately, the butler was well-prepared.
"What should we do next?" He asked as he took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. The warm water felt comfortable, gradually dispelling his irritation.
While tidying the clothes thrown on the bed, the butler replied, "Later, you will attend the next salon, which lasts about ninety minutes, followed by dinner and a cocktail party."
Lynch poked his head out of the bathroom, "What’s the theme?"
"There isn’t one; it’s just casual chatter."
"Casual chatter..." Lynch repeated, retracting his head.
Not long after, he changed into a new set of clothes and, led by the butler, arrived at a gathering place in the castle.
This place was originally used by the duke and his followers to discuss important matters but had now been arranged as a place for conversation.
Seemingly scattered yet deliberately placed sofas and small round tables adorned the area, with some nobles who had arrived early already gathering in groups of three or five to chat.
On the small round tables in front of them were coffee or flower tea and some pastries; no one was drinking alcohol at this time.
As long as it’s not too late, afternoon tea can be enjoyed anytime and anywhere!
Lynch’s arrival drew attention from some nobles. He was the Empire’s first noble with foreign citizenship. Furthermore, the relationship between Gafura and the Federation was not as harmonious as reported by the two countries, providing a reason for some to deliberately seek "trouble."
They merely wanted to see Lynch made a fool of himself, just like during the morning hunt when they mocked the Federation people for being unable to use a bow and arrow, simply looking for his laughable moments.
"Baron Lynch, after a brief rest here, we can start the evening cocktail party. I hope today leaves a deep impression on you," said a Marquis from the Secretariat. The nobles in the Secretariat were hereditary, and these top nobles were mostly hereditary, passed down from before.
Lynch smiled in response, but the other party wasn’t ready to let him off.
"It seems you are not very familiar with our lifestyle. Perhaps after more exposure, you will fall in love with it," he suggested.
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "Perhaps it’s possible."
"Why is it possible and not certain?" queried the Marquis with a smile, looking at everyone. "Do you find life in the Federation more interesting than ours?"
Lynch smiled slightly, "I’m not sure how to assess the fun of it, but I know it’s cooler over there than here."
This unexpected reply left the nobles paying attention a bit speechless. What kind of answer was this?
Someone else interjected, "Is the Federation really that cool?"
Lynch’s smile slightly changed. If Richard appeared here, he would start to be cautious.
Every time Lynch showed this smile, it meant he was scheming something.
"No, the weather in the Federation is even hotter than here, but we have advanced technology. We have something called a temperature regulator, which can lower the room temperature to a pleasant level."
"Sometimes, if you set the temperature lower, it can even feel cold."
"Do you know what my favorite thing to do recently is?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he laughed heartily, "I love lowering the room temperature to sixteen degrees and then covering myself with a thick quilt!"
