Darkstone Code-Chapter 917 - 915: Ripple Effect

"A meeting?"

A phone call came into Lynch’s Darkstone Capital office, informing him that Every Moment was currently holding a shareholders meeting and hoped he could attend.

Normally, a shareholders meeting would require at least a week’s notice for the shareholders, as no one can guarantee that all shareholders are in the same city.

This was clearly an unexpected meeting.

"Are you going?", Vera gently stroked Lynch’s hair, like treating a little boy, and asked softly.

Lynch had actually fallen asleep holding her earlier; she had never seen Lynch like that before.

He seemed like a child, with a clean face devoid of the infectious confident and sunny smile that captivated everyone, the intimidating pressure, and a lot else—only cleanliness remained.

Spotlessly clean, without a trace of grime, he just held her and quickly drifted into a dream.

This was an expression of trust, something Vera herself might not have realized, yet the tranquility Lynch displayed at this moment exuded an inexplicable feeling of "vulnerability."

It wasn’t true vulnerability, but he gave off the impression of being quite vulnerable, regardless of his great achievements outside, at this moment, he was vulnerable.

Until this moment, the phone interrupted them, and Vera wished she could unplug the phone line to let Lynch sleep a little longer.

She knew how energetic young men could be at this time and also how much rest they needed, after all, she’d been through it too.

In her early twenties, she never felt this easily fatigued, able to effortlessly slip into sleep.

Perhaps just an early spring afternoon, sitting by the glass windows basking in the sun, flipping through some fashion magazines, and nonchalantly closing her eyes could lead her to slumber.

Of course, her energy was indeed abundant.

Her palm pressed against Lynch’s forehead, pushing back, making all his hair lie flat against her palm and Lynch’s scalp, "You can rest a bit longer, without you, no one would proceed with the meeting."

Lynch felt great; he hadn’t realized he would actually fall asleep. He just took a deep breath and felt like... like a latter sort of atmosphere filled with security, which sparked a thought—

Rest a while, just keep the eyes closed.

And then he slept.

"To be respected, you must respect others," Lynch smiled and said, "Alright, enough with the nice talk, if you don’t want to be cornered by others with words, don’t give them the chance."

"Hope it’s not too late," Lynch took a deep breath in Vera’s chest, then sat up straight.

Vera stepped aside willingly, pulling Lynch up and straightening his clothes for him.

He had held her and napped for a while, leaving his clothes slightly wrinkled, which was a bit unsightly.

Fortunately, Lynch proved a point, which is that spending money is worthwhile; these clothes used the latest textile technology, so wrinkles would appear, but once smoothed, they would quickly return to a flat state.

Of course, they weren’t cheap, costing tens of thousands to a few hundred thousand per set, a price high enough to buy a house or even several homes in some city’s commercial districts.

That’s why ordinary people don’t really need to know about these things—because even if they knew, they couldn’t afford them. When they can, knowing isn’t necessary as everyone wears them.

Just like they aren’t interested in the fabric materials of their current clothes and won’t be in the future.

Before long, Lynch left the Darkstone Capital building, took a car, and arrived at Every Moment Building. As soon as he got downstairs, he noticed some motorcades parked there.

It was clear that several shareholders had been brought in, choosing an opportune moment.

The two companies had announced a forced acquisition of Every Moment, and nearly all shareholders had come to Bupen to await the right opportunity.

They might be considering selling their stocks at a favorable price or just wanting to see the specific situation here. Most people stayed around.

Should the acquisition succeed, there needs to be a temporary delisting, and after reorganization, they must submit documents anew to relist, which concerns every shareholder’s vital interests, making it impossible for them to leave at this critical time.

"Mr. Lynch, please follow me."

Just getting out of the car, someone went up to greet him. Every Moment’s most notable feature was their service.

Some have described them as offering service without limits—whatever the clients need, they can do anything!

Of course, the clients referred to are the wealthy who spend at least a couple of million a year for customized personal services, unlike those occasionally spending a dollar fifty on the lowest-tier mix colors, for whom there are no plans yet to offer services.

The boundless service approach left a profound impression on the Federation’s affluent in the shortest time, creating a legend.

However, now it seems this legend is in some danger.

Under the guidance of relevant personnel from the company, Lynch entered the meeting room. As soon as he opened the door, the lively meeting room quieted down for a moment, then resumed with hushed discussions.

"Are you Mr. Lynch?" a man who seemed to be in his thirties proactively approached, extending his hand to shake Lynch’s.

Lynch looked at him, unsure of who this person was, since no one had informed him.

The man seemed to realize the need to introduce himself at that moment, as this wasn’t Mariluo where everyone would know him. "My name is Sanchez, you can call me Sanchez."

Lynch extended his hand to shake his, immediately feeling the scars and calluses on his hand, each hard and a bit scratchy.

"Hello, Mr. Sanchez, I’m Lynch."

A rare smile appeared on Sanchez’s face. "I know you, Mr. Hundred Billion."

Lynch’s most renowned title worldwide is "Mr. Hundred Billion." Regardless of how low the Galil exchange rate was at the time, it was still a hundred billion.

Even just counting the weight of those papers, that amount of money isn’t something an ordinary person could casually produce.

People around the world know the Federation has the world’s youngest Mr. Hundred Billion, possessing at least a hundred billion in assets at a young age, which indeed surprises people.

The more famous someone becomes, the wider the spread, and then the fame becomes greater.

"I hope those tabloid reporters didn’t act recklessly!" Lynch released his hand gracefully, and a self-deprecating comment always earns people’s goodwill.

Sanchez chuckled and turned to invite him to sit. "Please sit down, we’ve been waiting for you."

With a smile, Lynch nodded to other shareholders in greeting. "The roads were a bit congested, Bupen’s traffic is truly terrible. I should write a letter to complain about the inaction of the traffic bureau."

This one sentence explained his tardiness, though naturally, no one would take it seriously.

The CEO of Every Moment sat directly opposite Lynch. In general, shareholders’ meetings seat people according to their shareholdings. Lynch owns twenty percent of the shares and is a major shareholder.

The only one with more than him is Every Moment’s CEO.

Below this were a few small shareholders, with the fifth seat occupied by Rongsheng Gold Bank’s professional manager.

Once they handle a project, it’s handed over to different managerial teams within the bank to conduct daily operations. This investment came from Rongsheng, which Lynch discovered from the badge on the manager’s chest.

After Lynch settled down for a bit, Sanchez did not sit, but continued standing, lightly pressing his hands on the table.

Lynch loved this posture, as it was full of aggressiveness and offensiveness, making some people uneasy.

Some minor shareholders at the table’s end couldn’t help but shift their seats backward, even though they were half a table distance away, they still sensed a killing atmosphere.

"I’m here on behalf of my father to deal with the messy situation here. We’ve encountered considerable trouble, but fortunately, most problems have been resolved."

"Now, what we face are just a few malicious jackals, but we have ways to handle them."

"If you’ve heard, you should know that we will soon organize a new spring gala, a first in history gathering top global billionaires."

"Royal and imperial families from small countries will attend, and the Gafura Empire will also send important royal members to our spring gala."

Upon hearing this news, many shareholders displayed expressions of disbelief.

The General behind Every Moment, after all, is just an ordinary warlord, not an official government, so why can he gather so many participants for this spring gala, especially after what recently occurred?

But Sanchez’s statement seemed genuine, making it hard not to believe they might actually accomplish this.

Seeing these expressions change, Sanchez was satisfied. He quietly glanced at his silent uncle and quickly refocused on the meeting.

"Once this spring gala succeeds, people will witness Every Moment’s influence spread worldwide, and the stock price will soar."

"If anyone here plans to sell their stocks to those greedy jackals, I suggest you wait a bit."

"Wait until our market value returns to its peak, or even surpasses it, then consider selling your stocks."

"At that time, what you receive will be much more than now."

"This won’t take long; soon you’ll see the results!"

He paused here, giving everyone sufficient time to comprehend these matters. He again glanced at his silent uncle.

After waiting about five minutes, he cleared his throat, "Moreover, because my uncle severely harmed the company’s interests during his tenure as Every Moment’s CEO, we’ve decided to relieve him of his CEO duties..."

The silent CEO was startled and then banged on the table as he stood up, "This is impossible, your decision wasn’t approved by the shareholders’ meeting, it’s an illegal decree!"