Darkstone Code-Chapter 875 - 873: Making Money Is Also Important

Lynch originally planned to go to the telegraph room first to tell his people the news, but seeing the girl by his side, he decided to take her back first.

The young girl, in such situations, remains stable in her emotions. She might make a wrong move, send the wrong signals, so sending her back to her room is the best choice.

After he sends the telegram, he will then discuss the issues on this ship with the girl.

Lynch rarely shows such a serious expression. Penny, not wanting to cause trouble with her temper, obediently followed Lynch back to the room.

"I’ll be back soon. Stay here and watch over my things. No matter who knocks, don’t open the door if I’m not here!" Lynch instructed her.

Many people, when faced with this situation, tend to be relatively conservative, saying things like there’s danger outside or not to go out.

Such an approach isn’t necessarily the best choice. It can lead to those left behind losing their sense of direction.

Some might stay put, but others might suddenly think they can do something to change the current situation.

Like gathering some information, preparing weapons, or looking for an opportunity to escape.

Such actions are foolish, not only endangering oneself but also those accompanying. The best way is to give them a "task".

The task Lynch gave Penny was to "watch the luggage". It was simple, with a clear objective, suitable for straightforward, directed tasks.

The girl nodded determinedly, slowly letting go of Lynch’s arm. Lynch kissed her on the forehead, softly telling her, "Everything will be alright, trust me..."

He said as he closed the door, instructing Penny to lock it from the inside.

Once done, he breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette, and leisurely headed to the telegraph room.

The telegraph room wasn’t big, with two female telegraph operators. Their job was to send messages from the ship’s guests back to land using codes.

The difficulty was low, but the salary wasn’t.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" The girl sitting at one side smiled sweetly, her smile suggesting she could accommodate anything.

"I need to send a telegram, but I don’t need you to send it for me." Lynch pulled out several twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the girl, "I’ll do it myself."

The girl didn’t seem to intend to leave. She maintained her smile, "Sir, I have my professional ethics. Whatever you need me to send, I won’t remember it, nor will I mention it to others."

These words can only be listened to, not taken seriously.

What she said was no different from what those stockbrokers and financial agents in Bupen say.

"Quickly tell me, I won’t tell anyone, I swear on my entire family."

And then the whole of Bupen knows.

"You can choose to take this money and have a drink on the side, and I’ll mention to Every Moment that your service was satisfactory."

"Or I can call your manager and tell him I am very angry."

"The choice is yours, ma’am, what will you choose?"

Lynch’s words were direct. The smile on the telegraph operator girl’s face faltered, gradually diminishing.

After serious consideration, she took the tip from Lynch, thanked him, and left.

Lynch sat in the telegraph room, zipped up the chain with a swish, and started trying to send a telegram.

Telegrams belonged to the Federation Telegraph Bureau management. Of course, capable people could listen to them for fun. Most of the time, the content of the telegrams was plain text and not that interesting.

The ones that were interesting were usually coded, and ordinary people couldn’t decipher them.

After a simple adjustment, Lynch began sending the plain text content. Almost in a short time, the telegraph bureau in the nearest coastal city picked up this telegram and responded.

Seeing the needle in front of him start to swing regularly, Lynch knew the telegraph bureau had intercepted his telegram, so he began to identify himself and make requests.

The telegraph bureau, upon seeing the telegram from the Federation’s youngest billionaire Lynch, became particularly serious, and a bit curious about what Lynch wanted to communicate.

In this era, do not underestimate the restraining power of the law on people, but do not overestimate the moral baseline of people.

After listening to all the telegrams, the telegraph operator began reading this telegram without the slightest hesitation.

"Dear Lime, I found that I need a very large warehouse at any time to house the dreadful despair. You must complete it tonight and do it fully."

This was the first telegram. It seemed Mr. Lynch wanted to contact this guy named Lime and get him to...

The telegraph operator scratched his head, honestly admitting he understood every word, but when put together, he felt illiterate.

What kind of warehouse construction could house despair, and it needed to be completed by today? Did he make a mistake?

The telegraph operator wanted to interact with the telegraph operator on the other side, to ask if there was a mistake, but considering eavesdropping on Mr. Lynch’s telegram content could present legal issues, he gave up on this foolish idea.

He turned his attention to the second content.

"Dear Senior Soldier, I find it particularly interesting here. You should come quickly, and if necessary, you can seek help from Mr. T."

Compared to the incomprehensible first telegram, the content of the second telegram appeared very normal. The telegraph operator sighed in relief, apparently there wasn’t a mistake in sending the telegram, but an intelligence issue.

He tore off the strip recording the content and handed it to the executor.

The executor took the strip and picked up the phone, first dialing the first number.

At this time, Lime was watching the stock trends on the bulletin board in Bupen. The society’s development was accelerating again, the Bupen Industrial Index began to rise, and with some tips, he had some money to operate again.

This was thanks to Lynch forgiving his foolishness, which made him realize there was no "technique" in the financial market.

Those trend analyses were meant to deceive retail investors and bottom-tier financial investors. For the decision-makers at the top, if they want to elevate a stock, they just need to announce some good news.

No matter how stinky the stock was, almost delisting, it could suddenly become the financial sector’s most spotlighted stock because of this piece of good news.

Similarly, a stock, no matter how good its previous rise was, like the collapsed fire research institute.

Just a little news, in an instant, it could go bankrupt, and even the bankruptcy procedures haven’t been completed now.

Through analysis?

Can you analyze the future policy changes of the Federation through a stock’s few days, few months, or slightly longer trend changes, or analyze when its parent company might catch fire?

No, you can’t, so the ones truly making money, are the big whales.

Seeing this clearly, he became even more reverent to Lynch. Lynch, without a doubt, was such a guy who had the power to change a stock’s future trend. Not holding onto his coattails, who am I to guess?

"Mr. Lime, there’s a call for you."

The voice of the exchange’s switchboard lady came from afar. Lime looked down at the phone in front of him. The blue button on the phone was flashing, which meant there was an external line.

He thanked the switchboard lady while picking up the phone and pressing the blue button.

"Is this Mr. Lime?"

"Yes, this is Lime."

"Hello, Mr. Lime, this is... the city’s telegraph bureau telephone line. Recently Mr. Lynch asked us to pass some words to you. You may want to grab a pen to write it down, and if you’re ready, let me know."

Lime immediately took a pen from the table, opened "One Hundred and Eight Tactics of the Stock Market" in front of him, and was ready to take notes.

"I’m ready..."

Soon, the other party conveyed everything Lynch wanted to say. He quickly noted it down and repeated it to confirm it was correct.

After hanging up, while carefully reading Lynch’s message, he faintly understood Lynch’s intention.

Lynch wanted him to build a warehouse to short Every Moment, but Every Moment’s stocks looked promising. Did he make an error in assessment?

Every spring’s seasonal events were often a time of noticeable rise for Every Moment’s stocks, with so many wealthy people declaring their support for them. How could the stocks not rise?

He read the message several times repeatedly, believing his interpretation wasn’t wrong, and Lynch’s expression was also correct.

Having a blind faith in Lynch already, Lime stood up from his seat.

Going all-in on shorting, such a large transaction needed coordination from the exchange. If he went to coordinate one by one himself, it would take too long, and he feared delaying Lynch’s plan.

Incidentally, he also secured a threefold leverage from the Golden Exchange Bank. Without Lynch’s personal request, Lime might be worth just so much in the bank’s eyes.

At around 11 o’clock in the morning, amidst Every Moment’s slow rise, a sudden massive short occurred, immediately sparking speculation in Bupen’s financial world.

Was something going to happen?

Everyone was in anticipation. Of course, some thought it was foolish. Everyone knew that at this time, Every Moment couldn’t possibly have a massive drop. This wasn’t summer or autumn.

Summer and autumn could possibly lead to reduced yields due to pest issues; now it was spring, and nothing could shake Every Moment’s market value. Certainly, someone had gone mad.

But the question is, was Lynch really mad?