Darkstone Code-Chapter 884 - 882: Never Question Your Superior’s Ability
Watching Beret intending to vent his pent-up anger, Lynch knew he was safe, still very safe.
A scholar once said—
"If you display intelligence beyond that of ordinary people, even your enemy will covet your wisdom and desire to take it for themselves!"
Simply put, a not-so-smart person has an inherent trust in smart people, and this trust can sometimes cross camps and positions, it’s quite amazing.
He used the simplest way to make Beret understand he was doing pointless work, so Lynch was safe; in Beret’s eyes, Lynch was already one of them.
Even if not, a certain friendship was established, so when he left, he used "kill them" instead of "kill you," distinguishing Lynch from those people.
Actually, Lynch said what he could understand, and there are many things Beret couldn’t understand, like signing encryption.
On a cheque book, the place used for signatures often has many front-line textures and patterns, and some cheques even have horizontal lines. These are actually methods of anti-counterfeiting and encryption.
Especially for large transfer checks, when handling a transfer check over two hundred thousand, verification information, that is, the original signature, must be left.
Tellers will inform every bank’s esteemed customer how to write this name to ensure it can help the bank discern the authenticity of the cheque.
Otherwise, wouldn’t anyone just forge a signature?
Lynch didn’t deceive him; what he said was true, and it was precisely because it was true that it could convince people.
Watching Beret about to make a foolish move, Lynch grabbed his wrist, "You don’t need to do that."
Beret’s eye twitched.
This time, he paid a huge price for the operation, risking being hunted by domestic warlords, sacrificing several subordinates to get on the ship, and now Lynch tells him he wouldn’t get a dime; he felt utterly fooled.
Regardless of fate, gods, or these capitalists, he now just wanted to vent the anger in his heart.
He looked at Lynch, raised his gun, and pointed it at Lynch, "Are you trying to stop me?"
If Lynch said yes, or found some reason to stop him, he would shoot without hesitation.
Because Lynch didn’t care for his emotions, then he’s not one of us.
He could randomly ask any of his soldiers whether they could kill these wealthy people; no one would stop him, and someone might even help, these are the ones he counts as comrades.
Not those who try to stop him, those people aren’t on the same side.
Lynch then gave him an answer he never thought of, "I want to do business with you, ensure you get money."
Beret was again stunned, his body slightly relaxed, slamming the pistol onto the bar, then touched his ear with his finger, "What the hell did you just say?"
"I want to do business with you!" Lynch pulled out a cigarette, handed one to Beret, and the two leaned together, lighting them and then separating.
"What kind of business do you want to do with me?"
Beret was somewhat curious as he looked at Lynch; he found Lynch the most interesting person he’d ever met, always giving him a completely unexpected answer.
He suddenly felt a bit expectant.
Lynch’s smoking posture was very elegant, with the cigarette butt pressed between the base of the index and middle fingers, allowing him to form a light fist when not smoking, giving a steady impression.
When he needed to smoke, a push from his thumb moved the cigarette to the front between two fingers, avoiding the silly look of covering half the face while smoking.
In contrast, Beret’s smoking posture was a bit "roguish," pinching the cigarette with his thumb and index finger, also having the habit of biting the cigarette’s butt, making the filter turn black and disgusting.
Lynch flicked the ash, nodded, "You want money, and I want safety; from a certain perspective, our goals don’t conflict."
Beret also nodded, feeling Lynch’s words made sense and were easy to understand.
"But they just played me; doesn’t seem like they’re willing to cooperate with me like you are."
Lynch exhaled smoke with a smile, appearing relaxed and easygoing, "But I can make it happen."
Without waiting for a reaction from Beret, Lynch promptly asked, "How much do you plan to make from this operation?"
Beret was a bit puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, before you boarded the ship, how much did you roughly plan to make?"
Beret thought seriously for a while, "No definite goal, I just heard you’re very rich, the pressure in the country is big right now, I need money."
The situation in the Mariluo Kingdom was never calm, the big warlords held onto their territories, while small and medium-sized warlords fought endlessly outside.
It could be three to five months, or even three to five weeks, before an area changes hands, and the frequent battles put a lot of pressure on every small and medium warlord.
The main issue is financial.
Destruction can’t bring stable income; the major warlords have strong power and their territories have settled down internally, like the every moment-backed warlord has even started doing cross-border business.
Their regions are stable and peaceful, the warlord forces strong, making them attractive to people from other places.
The best way to change this situation is to have money, pay the people willing to follow you in your territory, then buy sophisticated weapons and find ways to strengthen oneself.
But war only brings destruction, not development, which is why all small and medium warlords eventually face extinction.
Some speculate that a few major warlords in Mariluo want to wait until the lower-level schemers are nearly dead before vying for who is the ultimate victor, unwilling to expend too much energy on such meaningless fights.
This is why the situation in Mariluo is chaotic; no one manages it, as long as you have some people and a few guns, you can raise a flag and become a warlord.
Looking at a frown that doesn’t seem like something that would surface on someone with Beret’s intelligence, Lynch helped him sort through his thoughts, "How much money do you think you need to be of help to your cause?"
"Several... tens of millions!"
He stared into Lynch’s eyes and uttered a number.
Originally, he wanted to say several millions; a few million would be enough to keep his armed organization going and expanding.
In a chaotic world, human life is cheap.
Just as he was about to speak, he thought of those wealthy individuals making donations of millions at a time, so he changed the unit from million to tens of millions, greed turning into a glimmer in his eyes as he licked his lips, "Tens of millions will do."
Lynch nodded once, "Absolutely no problem, we can manage this deal this way."
"I’ll help you negotiate this money, and I’ll persuade everyone to treat what happens here as just a tiny inconvenience in their journey."
"Once you leave, no one will come after you, and no one will mention what occurred here."
"You take that money to fulfill your dreams and your cause, and we return to the Federation to go on as our wealthy selves, does this deal meet your satisfaction?"
Beret’s breathing was a bit hurried, the hope he thought was lost suddenly reappeared, leaving him unsure of what to do.
Fortunately, he’s somewhat famous, so he nodded quickly and then asked, "But how can you guarantee?"
Lynch took out a checkbook, casually wrote a check for thirty million, signed his name, and handed it over.
Beret was now somewhat nauseous at the sight of checks, so he didn’t take it, "This trick won’t work on me!"
Lynch smiled as he explained some ways to use the check.
Actually, checks have expiration dates, especially transfer checks, and the purpose of signing a date is to restrict the usage time of the check.
Previously, some scams occurred in the Federation using check dates to set up scenarios where people had checks but couldn’t cash them.
The check Lynch signed now had no date.
"You can fill in a date anytime, and then transfer the money to an account you specify wherever there is a Golden Exchange Bank."
"No need to be in a few days; if you’re not assured, you can delay, or simply sell it to the International Money Shop, they know how to clean the money thoroughly without anyone finding out."
Thirty million, achievable, this amount already exceeds Beret’s psychological expectation—after being deceived.
Seeing him still hesitating, Lynch added, "This is just my guarantee; at the very least, you can transfer thirty million from my account, but if I negotiate well with those people, you might get more."
Lynch spoke sincerely, "I’m the same type as them; they can’t deceive me, but they can deceive you."
"You’re taking such a big risk to come aboard, and it’s definitely not just to meet us or kill some people."
"When comparing personal preferences to your ideal pursuit, you know which choice to make."
Beret was still a bit hesitant, "I can take this check and have them also sign a check without a date!"
Lynch shrugged indifferently, drawing the last puff from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, habitually grinding it under his foot, "Suit yourself, I’ve done my best to show my sincerity; if you ignore it, I won’t blame you."
After saying this, he put away the cigarette box and asked Beret, "So, can I go back now?"
Completely in a "failed" manner.
Someone once evaluated the "provocation method" this way, and Lynch felt the evaluation was very spot-on—
The lower a person’s level of education, the higher their social status, the more they are influenced by provocation!
