Darkstone Code-Chapter 919 - 917: No One Objects This Time, Right?
When it came to Lynch, Sanchez was still very cautious.
Before he came to the Federation from Mariluo, he already knew that it was Lynch who initially shorted Every Moment, causing his uncle to misjudge and decide not to let the cruise dock early.
They had a supply point on the West Coast, which would take about four days to reach the supply port if they sailed at full speed.
Once they docked over there and handled other matters, there wouldn’t be any issues.
But docking before that was not part of the plan, and with a significant short position, if the media were stirred up, it could easily create a false impression, causing Every Moment’s stock to plummet.
From another perspective, this arrangement couldn’t be considered a major mistake; the real, irreparable consequences were actually due to the captain and chief mate on the ship.
They didn’t recognize the severity of the problem and were blindly optimistic, thinking that pirates couldn’t board the ship.
A cruise ship is not a yacht; it’s accessible. Yet it was precisely because of their misjudgment of the situation that a series of subsequent incidents were triggered.
However, someone still needs to bear responsibility for this accident.
Excluding the dead pirates, there needs to be a person of sufficient weight to take responsibility, as merely a few pirates’ deaths are not enough to compensate or convey sincere apology to the many horrified magnates in the Federation.
The president of Every Moment being dismissed is a good choice, and the company would repurchase his shares according to the regulations.
He’s finished!
In this series of events, Lynch didn’t seem to play a significant role, yet Sanchez learned through some channels that Lynch was crucial.
He smiled at Lynch, "I don’t know if Mr. Lynch has any questions I can answer?"
Lynch also smiled broadly, "No major questions. I just don’t know in what capacity you’re dismissing the president."
"Secondly, I’m not clear about how the repurchased shares according to company regulations will be distributed."
His gaze swept around the table; everyone’s face showed some change in emotion. "After all, there are so many of us here. Whether it’s divided equally among everyone, subscribed, or otherwise, there must be a method."
His gaze returned to Sanchez’s face. "I wonder if you can answer this question for me."
Uh...
It seemed like a normal question, yet it directly pointed out that Sanchez wasn’t qualified to be giving orders here.
He was neither a shareholder of the company nor its founder, and he didn’t even hold any of the company’s shares, so what right did he have to give orders here?
The manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank adjusted his posture immediately, realizing the most common drama in Bupen was occurring: a power struggle.
The struggle for power among shareholders plays out countless times in Bupen every year. Often, founding major shareholders are kicked out of the company by the board, having their shares forcibly reclaimed, ending up on the streets.
Some of those wandering the streets of Bupen might just be former presidents, directors, or even founders of major corporations.
Capital is intensely keen on expansion, plunder, and annexation, as it is now.
The manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank coughed lightly, "I think Mr. Lynch’s question is very reasonable."
He looked at Lynch, and Lynch looked back at him. After exchanging nods, the manager continued, "If you’re representing someone in handling the company’s affairs, we welcome that."
"But if you have not a single share, to dispose of the board and shareholder meeting results, I disagree with these results; they are invalid."
"Mr. Sanchez, the issue between you and the president is a family affair, unrelated to us or the company."
"If you want to take over the president’s authority, I hope you resolve it privately before proceeding."
"But until then, I suggest holding a formal shareholders’ meeting to reassess and redistribute the company’s power structure based on current share distribution!"
Lynch almost laughed out loud. Capital is a shark, while banks are piranhas. If there’s a chance, they’ll definitely take a bite.
Sanchez’s face darkened as his gaze shifted between Lynch and the manager from Rongsheng Gold Bank repeatedly.
Finally, he squinted slightly, revealing gleaming white teeth and a full smile. "I was rash. We’ll resolve this issue soon."
"I’ve just arrived at the Federation, and there’s much I’m not thoroughly familiar with. There have been some mistakes in my expressions." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
"In short, I’ll soon negotiate with my uncle on the share transfer..."
With that, he stood up. "I appreciate everyone coming; it gives me the confidence that we’ll overcome the current difficulties. Meeting adjourned."
He declared the meeting adjourned, but no one left; all the shareholders remained seated.
Having already stood up and seeing none of the others budge from their seats, his expression finally soured.
His gaze roamed among these shareholders for a long time, ultimately landing on Lynch. He nodded slightly, with a sinister expression that added a hint of a smile that didn’t seem friendly, before turning and leaving.
He actually doesn’t understand the Federation’s game rules at all. Having weapons and violence here won’t solve all problems.
If it did, given Lynch’s current armed scale at Darkstone Security, who would dare lay a hand on him?
But it’s not like that. A bunch of big players are waiting for him to expose a flaw, ready to tear him apart and swallow him up.
Here, you have to obey the rules of the capital game in a capitalist society.
You don’t even have a single stock, what the hell have you been talking about so long?
The "bageeight" is a special event card in a board game.
The shareholders watched Sanchez leave quietly, and finally, their eyes all focused on Lynch.
Lynch stood up, tidied his clothes a bit, walked to the head seat, pushed the chair, and sat down.
"I’m sitting here, does anyone object?"
With a slight smile between his brows, his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and his face, bright and clean like sunshine, radiated shining confidence.
Aside from these, there was something indescribable, a pressure.
He just sat there, and no one felt it was inappropriate.
"The president is absent from this shareholder meeting. As the current largest shareholder, I will chair this interim shareholder meeting. Everyone surely has no objections."
The big shareholders in the front could still hold back a little, but the small shareholders at the end wished they could stand up and wave a flag madly — they wanted to write on the flag, "Always follow Mr. Lynch’s lead."
This is a society transformed over two hundred years by capitalists, where even if Lynch causes the shareholders here severe losses, everyone respects his success and wants to befriend him, to share his Secret of Success.
It’s actually quite twisted, yet it’s flawless, becoming neighbors with successful people, becoming friends with successful people, serving successful people...
This is the Federation’s most correct societal value orientation.
After a brief round of flattery by the small shareholders, Lynch raised his hand slightly, gesturing for quiet.
"Actually, Mr. Sanchez’s suggestions just now quite align with our current needs, I will add a few more."
"No matter who among you wants to cash in your stocks, you can come to me..."
"Additionally, regarding the issue of the company founder, I think we should seriously discuss it."
"Its foreign nature and cultural conflicts might cause some... disturbances to the company’s future development. I don’t know if this term is accurate, but that’s how I see it."
"This brings certain unsuitable winds to the Federation, we are civilized people, gentlemen."
"This is a company with a market value of over ten billion, not a gang, we shouldn’t see violence here, yet..."
Lynch spread his hands, "Just now, some people used violence to compel the president to leave."
"They have a family relation, a clan, I won’t speculate about their motives and reasons, but I have to wonder, if more Mariluoans come here, will we be as safe as before?"
"Warlords, smuggling, violence, terror, these annoying words will surround us."
"We need to reassess whether the company founder is suited to continue holding shares and assuming important company positions."
Someone also voiced their view, "Mr. Lynch, if we kick out the founder, where would we find quality raw materials?"
Every Moment has grown so big due to their control over smuggling at the border and their export of raw materials.
It’s hard to believe that the warlords behind Every Moment actively combat large-scale tobacco smuggling within Mariluo more than the Federation’s anti-smuggling teams do.
Even a large portion of the sponsorships the Federation’s border anti-smuggling teams receive annually comes from Every Moment.
To make a monopoly business, there must be exclusivity. If every warlord could export tobacco to the Federation, Every Moment’s advantage would be far less prominent.
Their refusal to engage in large-scale smuggling prevents rival warlords from surpassing them in strength, while letting small-scale smuggling goes on maintains a grassroots base.
In doing business, one can’t go too far.
Plus, they often clean up other tobacco plantations, so now within Mariluo, not many forces can supply a large amount of high-quality tobacco leaves.
And even these few forces, their tobacco leaves have found destinations, after all, the high-end Kleve materials worldwide come from Mariluo.
After listening, Lynch shook his head, "You haven’t figured out the supply-demand relationship. Now the whole world is a buyer’s market, as long as you have money, someone will supply you, tobacco trade included."
He crossed his legs, rested a hand on the table edge, and said leisurely, "Without this warlord, there’ll be another warlord. In such a chaotic place, who knows when these people might just exit the stage."
"People are very fragile."
