Darkstone Code-Chapter 796 - 0794 Leaking Secrets [This - is sponsored for additional content by: Comedic Green Giant - 4/?]
Mr. Wardrick looked at Lynch, and Lynch glanced at Severa, who was standing not far from him. Now Lynch found this father and daughter pair a bit troublesome.
Initially, Mr. Wardrick didn’t want him to get too close to his daughter. Although he later allowed them to date, it was strictly limited to dating, without allowing anything beyond that boundary.
Not long after the end of this short-lived relationship, Mr. Wardrick surprisingly became more open-minded, hinting that Lynch could consider pursuing Severa.
Apart from her own issues, the rapid development of Lynch was also one of the inducements.
At the time, the Federation and the current Gafura were actually no different. The old aristocrats had long firmly grasped all the resources they could dominate, and the new generation of aristocrats could hardly get enough capital to compete with the old ones.
The Federation was the same; the early-generation and mid-generation capitalists had firmly controlled every industry in the Federation. The new-generation capitalists got the opportunity to rise through the light manufacturing industry, and a large number of new-generation capitalists began to soar by relying on these fields.
But in the end, the truly dominant resources were all controlled by those old consortiums.
Don’t be fooled by the seemingly low threshold of manufacturing, where there’s nothing really restricting its development; actually, once the upstream and downstream are tightly seized, there’s not much left of manufacturing.
No raw materials, can’t sell, the larger the scale, the faster it dies!
Lynch’s development was not an easy task, but what surprised everyone was that Lynch didn’t focus his efforts on domestic development; instead, he opened up a scene abroad through various means.
Entering Nagariel gave him some capital to counter the old consortiums, and cooperation with the military and the Federation’s officials gave him the courage to face challenges directly.
His development speed was astonishing, his methods outstanding; when he needed to be shameless, he was shameless; when he needed to be ruthless, he was unreservedly ruthless.
Now that Darkstone Capital had grown and started entering the sights of major consortiums, possessing the ability to compete with consortiums, Mr. Wardrick would take Lynch seriously and give him the respect he deserved.
Unfortunately, Lynch seemed genuinely not interested in his daughter.
At this moment, Lynch looked at Severa, telling Mr. Wardrick that if he wanted to talk about his daughter, there was no need to continue.
He couldn’t become the one dependent on Mr. Wardrick’s family, and he equally believed it was impossible for Severa to bring the assets of the two families to marry Lynch and let Lynch orchestrate this marriage and all the assets.
This was the core contradiction.
At the bottom of society, people believe that marriage should be within the same class as a truth, but this truth becomes not so easy when it rises to the top level.
Behind everyone, there are countless expectations, bearing these people’s lives and dreams; how can one easily say let go and just let go?
Even those "peaceful" marriages struggle to maintain such equality and balance.
Mr. Wardrick turned back to glance at Severa, explaining as if, "I want to talk to Lynch for a moment."
Severa nodded to Lynch and then turned back to the car.
Lynch then looked at Penny next to him, and the girl greeted Mr. Wardrick before turning back to Lynch’s car.
With the obstruction gone, Mr. Wardrick finally walked over, took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to Lynch.
"Use your million-dollar lighter to light me a cigarette," he joked with a smile.
Though the million included some donations, its price undoubtedly increased significantly because of the auction. Even though it’s not truly worth a million, it should at least be worth seventy or eighty thousand, maybe over a hundred thousand, already surpassing the price at which Lynch purchased it.
Lynch took out the lighter, and the two leaned their heads together. After lighting the cigarettes, Mr. Wardrick asked, "I heard about some kind of dual-core plan you have in Gafura..."
Lynch was a bit surprised and glanced at Mr. Wardrick, "Your information is surprisingly accurate; not many people know about this!"
Only he, the young Count, His Majesty the Emperor, and the small group of more than ten people knew about the dual-core plan.
Others entirely didn’t know Lynch planned to develop a dual-core strategy, let alone what it was about.
Unexpectedly, a plan he thought was still hidden had already leaked to Mr. Wardrick. He wasn’t sure if it had been leaked by the young Count’s group or Emperor Gafura.
Faced with Lynch’s somewhat unfriendly response, Mr. Wardrick appeared very calm, "I have many friends, you know. Money is the most convenient and useful thing in this world, without exception."
"I have a lot of money, so I’m destined to have many friends!" He seemed a bit proud, receiving this news was quite unexpected.
When he heard Lynch was planning to create a dual-core urban development around Amelie Province, he was tempted.
Other minor measures hadn’t caught Mr. Wardrick’s attention all along; building a power plant here, a water station there, these things indeed make money, but he hadn’t fully regarded them.
At his level, regardless of how the world changes, his wealth only continues to grow. He didn’t need to worry about losing or even going bankrupt one day.
During the economic downturn and financial crisis, they aggressively bought up various basic industries at low prices. When the economy recovers, cashing out will yield a significant profit.
During economic booms and financial prosperity, regardless of what they play, whether real economy or financial investment, they are players at the dealer level.
Massive capital flows and influence can easily manipulate the price of certain stocks and the future of some real industries.
Legislating against a real industry is already overused, but it is also the most effective method, and they have enough people in Congress to wield the knife for them.
The only things that matter to them are their positions on the board of directors and how many shares of the group companies they hold.
To gain a higher position and more shares, they need to help those who have not yet reached their level to make money.
Once these people make money, they will trust him and give him more opportunities, enhancing his status and influence within the consortium. That’s what truly matters.
The dual-core project Lynch initiated is obviously such a venture that can make money and make big money. Each city builds a new urban area around two cores while renovating an old area. The profits involved are immense, too enticing!
He looked at Lynch, very sincerely, "I want to join in..."
"Impossible!" Lynch directly rejected him. "This project is actually led by the Imperial Family, with the nobles assisting. You can’t join."
His serious expression of "I’m not lying" left Mr. Wardrick uncertain if he was telling the truth or not after scrutinizing for a while.
"It seems like the suggestion was made by me, but actually, the entire ruling class of Gafura is watching this matter. The purpose of me proposing this idea is to shift money out."
Then Lynch briefly explained how he used the collapse of Yuanrong Capital to trigger domestic conflict in Gafura, thereby making a huge sum.
The story wasn’t long, and Mr. Wardrick listened with a lighthearted demeanor. Toward the end, he suddenly asked, "I remember Richard is your employee..."
"Partner!" Lynch reiterated the concept, "He’s just my partner, not an employee."
"He buys some seats from me for the auction events, and then brings his clients over to purchase some second-hand items from me. I give him a rebate according to the auction rules."
"I’ve never forced him to do anything, so we are partners, not in an employment relationship!"
Mr. Wardrick chuckled softly, "You’re too sensitive. I never said that his death was related to you..."
He crossed his arms and lowered his head in thought for a moment. "I can’t be sure if you’re deceiving me with these things you said. It sounds as if it’s true. I must say, if there were an opportunity, I would definitely want to join."
Lynch didn’t give him much hope, "Sadly, there isn’t such an opportunity."
"What a pity!" Mr. Wardrick replied with a laugh that seemed to imply he hadn’t given up, "Alright, I’m leaving. I will keep an eye on this matter."
Watching Mr. Wardrick’s departing figure, Lynch frowned.
The plan had leaked before it even officially started, which is not good. He needs to remind the young Count to investigate who is spilling the beans.
Lynch also returned to his car.
The rest of the night was silent.
Early the next morning, reports about the fundraising charity gala emerged everywhere.
First, the fundraising amount at this charity gala was miraculous, moving the entire Federation with the donors’ benevolence. Some ordinary people even expressed, with their remaining salaries, wanting to do something for the abandoned children, inspired by the First Lady.
Secondly, the appearance of various figures at the gala added a touch of brightness to the event.
Not every charity gala could gather so many to support it, perhaps only the President and the First Lady have such capabilities.
Some claimed that such a charity gala nearly entangled all the elites in the Federation.
Who really belongs to Bupen’s high society elite is determined by whether they attended this charity gala.
Lynch flipped through the newspaper, which was mostly this content and discussions on the work involved in rescuing those abandoned children.
Unlike Lynch’s focus, Penny finally found herself mentioned in an entertainment tabloid.
She brought the newspaper over to Lynch, "Look, look, it mentions me..."
As the only star who attended this high-profile charity gala, it seemed the entire entertainment industry was redeemed by Penny alone, naturally granting her more page space.
The girl raised her head proudly, seemingly forgetting how she begged yesterday evening.
