Darkstone Code-Chapter 901 - 899: Gold Experience
Capitalists always appear extraordinary, polite, and well-mannered; they show their best side to the public, leading many rather unintelligent people to mistakenly believe that capital is just as "polite."
Capital has never been polite; it is merely a tool they use for disguise, much like predators lurking in the dark, who may even evolve seemingly fragile organs to attract the attention of other creatures, thus killing the curious in one fell swoop.
In a bright room, the traders are swiftly operating each different account.
To swallow Every Moment, people here have borrowed thousands of stock accounts from brokerage companies to operate.
Yes, stock brokerage companies often do this; their clients authorize them to fully manage their accounts, including buying and selling.
This also means that when necessary, stock brokerage companies can operate these accounts without the users’ consent.
Buy, or sell.
There were many scandals like this a few years ago; for instance, some client fancying a stock, believing it will rise.
But the brokerage firm doesn’t think so; when the client asks them to buy, they don’t really buy but just pretend to buy.
When the stock drops, they tell those clients the value and significance of timely stop-loss.
Once the client agrees with their request, the brokerage uses some means to transfer the money from the client’s account into theirs.
This kind of thing is called "Black Disc" in Bupen, it is not a real financial transaction; it’s a fake, fabricated transaction with full procedures.
But brokerage companies don’t always guess right; if they guess wrong, they must compensate the clients’ losses—the more the client earns, the more they lose, so they’ll try to persuade those clients not to sell the stocks.
If the stocks are not sold, the money won’t arrive; if the money doesn’t arrive, it means there might be more changes.
When the stock drops, maybe they can make a profit.
If a client insists on selling and the brokerage company’s losses are not too much, they might grin and bear it; but if the loss numbers are too large, like tens or hundreds of thousands, issues might arise.
Behind every "Black Disc" exposure exists a constantly violating stock market rules stock at play; while everything else falls, it keeps rising, nervously rising till brokerage firms bankrupt.
Besides these, brokerage firms have another money-making route—short-term leasing these accounts to other companies for use.
This too is illegal, but it’s also one of Bupen’s unspoken rules.
Sometimes capital games require "ambushes," but the wars between capital are not real-world wars where soldiers can hide in places not easily found.
In the financial world, for those who study these daily, the changes in funds are too obvious.
At this time, assistance is needed to disperse funds into different small accounts and then gather them once the accumulative stage is complete.
They don’t care whether this is legal because all accounts are operated by brokerage firms; if problems occur, it’s the brokerage firm’s issue.
"Boss, we have swallowed nine percent, others are also doing the same thing; I think we should launch now."
"Waiting further is of little meaning."
The person referred to as "Boss" is not the real boss.
Even if Every Moment’s market value has dropped to an unprecedented nadir, it’s still a worth-several-billion company, and future confrontations will be fiercer.
"The ’Boss’ hesitated, ’I need to consider, continue swallowing...’"
He finished and returned to the side hall; some fools thought he truly went as he said to quietly think and rest.
The smart ones know what he’s going to do—he’s going to report to an upper-level character for the final decision from above.
Before closing at night, suddenly a recently established company stepped out announcing they hold more than seven percent of Every Moment’s shares and will initiate a takeover battle against it.
This news shook the entire Bupen, besides that, five minutes later another newly established company announced they hold ten percent of Every Moment’s shares and will also commence a takeover.
Suddenly, Every Moment became a must-discuss topic among Bupen’s financial practitioners, in those so-called "high-end cafes," upscale restaurants, even street barbecue stalls and Bupen’s park homeless, all discussing this matter.
Not only because Every Moment is big; acquiring it means spending billions, enough to occupy headlines for a long time in a place where the average company count is just over two hundred now.
"Mr. Lynch, there’s a call for you..." The young maid walked to Lynch and bent down to show him respect.
Since she got a "beating" the other day, life has been completely different.
Not about her orientation and preference, but the changes in life.
The community service company turned her into a formally employed staff; besides salary increase, they also bought her insurance.
Some said insurance is the biggest conspiracy ever manufactured by politicians and capitalists.
Social insurance can only be paid by the employer side; that’s the most criticized part.
In other words, if someone wants social insurance, including future pension insurance, he/she/it must work for capitalists because only they can buy insurance for them.
In the Federation, where money equals the Celestial Kingdom, and lack thereof means Hell, people quickly abandoned by fast-developing society after losing work ability. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
These people will be driven out of their homes by the bank... because they can’t pay property tax and necessary expenditures, the bank will auction their houses.
The little money they have will soon run out, eventually having to seek a park for their remaining life.
Having pension insurance is different; three grades, three amounts, the highest level enough let a retired company staff do nothing yet still get close to 800 bucks pension monthly.
Even for ordinary people buying the lowest-grade pension insurance, they can get around 200 bucks monthly pension from related institutions.
This money is enough to maintain their life and keep going.
But all this has one premise—the thirty-year social insurance payment process, though recent news suggests President plans to cut this to twenty or twenty-five years, chances are slim, resistance is big.
How many thirty years in a lifetime?
Graduating at eighteen then immediately must engage in proper work as there’s little time to waste.
College graduates’ situation is worse; they can almost not freely change jobs after graduation, any years without work would complete pension insurance payment break, missing old age assurance.
The young girl intermittently paid some insurance, previously unable to feel such urgency, but now she can.
The community bought her medium insurance, if she can keep this job, then when old she might get about 350 bucks pension, based on current purchasing power.
Plus the extra fees Penny gives her, the whole world gains vitality.
Lynch looked at the maid, not embarrassed; all are adults, she could yell if disagreeing.
Sir Lin never forces others, he absolutely wouldn’t do that.
She doesn’t shout, doesn’t oppose, it means she accepts the deal.
"Say I’m not here." Lynch shook his head, kept watching TV.
The maid turned to phone, casually dealt a few words, hung up.
Actually, the person on the other end knows Lynch is home but unwilling to answer, it’s obvious.
If from the start Lynch wasn’t home, no need for the maid to "inquiring" whether to answer; her leaving the phone signifies Lynch surely in, just doesn’t want to answer.
"Is that from Penny asking you to wear?"
While cleaning beside Lynch, his view just sees the collar on the maid’s neck, like a puppy’s use collar, just hers lacking a nameplate.
The maid’s face somewhat flushed, shook her head, "I heard from Miss Penny you liked these things, so I..." She bit her lip, didn’t continue saying.
Much can be done when telling oneself during doing it’s merely temporarily submitting to body’s response, but saying isn’t easy.
Saying implies ideological change, she’s not quite ready, it’s a very contradictory emotion.
During schooling many pursued her, then feeling entire Federation revolving around her.
But now, recognizing this world, living better, and being more dignified socially, losing some things in small scale doesn’t really bother her.
"Did community service company give you new contract?"
The maid nodded heavily, "I was just going to tell you, Mr. Lynch, thank you very much for speaking for me..."
To the girl this relates to possibly lifelong future issues but for Lynch, not only won’t be troublesome, community service naturally honored serving Mr. Lynch.
Damn capital society!
Sweet capital experience!
