Darkstone Code-Chapter 950 - 948: Two Questions

For several consecutive days, everyone was busy with their own matters. The "refusal to fight" by Every Moment made other tobacco companies shine even more.

Even the manager of Rongsheng Gold Bank contacted Lynch privately, saying someone was still willing to buy Every Moment’s tobacco business at a high price, offering Lynch a very lucrative deal.

Many believed Every Moment was going down, including the shareholders of Future Light Investment Company.

Some of them have already called Lynch, either hinting or directly communicating, inquiring about his views on Every Moment’s future direction.

The Bupen Daily, with bold headlines of "Joy is in every moment," narrated to the public the past, present, and the uncertain future of Every Moment.

It was a heavy narrative, like describing the entire process of a giant from birth to glory and then falling with a crash. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Like an epic tragedy, no one is optimistic about Every Moment or its current helmsman, Lynch.

Standing behind the glass wall of his office, Lynch looked at the bustling city outside, his face showing no pain from external comments, he appeared calm.

On the sofa used to entertain guests, sat someone no one would have expected.

Severa, her head maid was pouring coffee for her.

The room was filled with a bizarre atmosphere, the head maid feeling a sense of inexplicable anticipation. She liked watching such plots, very thrilling, and heart-wrenching. What sparks would these two people ignite?

Tasting the fragrant sweet floral tea, Severa’s heart was not actually calm.

When Lynch mentioned he slept with a... mother, she felt disgusted, thinking Lynch was just like all those men who once surrounded her, hoping to get her pregnant to inherit Wardrick’s estate.

Despicable and vile.

This emotion quickly evolved into a sense of competitiveness and attitude. She had been striving to develop her business, still unmarried to this day, without any reported scandals, which was incredible for a girl of her identity, background, and age.

Those consortium ladies, labeled as "Princesses," had long experienced various human lengths and thicknesses, mingling at different parties every day.

But not Severa. She wanted to prove through her own efforts that she didn’t belong to anyone, not just a keyhole to acquire Mr. Wardrick’s wealth—the key belonged to the one who opens the door.

However, gradually, she discovered that some things were different, she suddenly realized why Lynch rejected her, even using such an excuse.

Alright, this wasn’t an excuse. Severa had even seen that child’s mother, Vera, from afar.

A serene, gentle woman capable of conveying inclusivity.

There was a maternal glow about her.

It was an indescribable feeling, seeing her, you knew she was a good mother, a good wife, capable of bringing the warmth of home.

Although the truth was quite absurd.

With the growth of experience, she saw a different self, a different Lynch. Now sitting here, she became an outsider, with a bit of a savior’s stance.

She put down the teacup with a soft clink, "I can mobilize a batch of tobacco leaves from Mariluo. In less than a week, your factory can resume production."

Mr. Wardrick had extensive connections, even in Mariluo, there were warlords who would give him face.

Want to buy some tobacco?

Not only could you gain the friendship of Mr. Wardrick’s... daughter, but you could also make money, possibly even open the blocked Federation Market. Those warlords had no reason to refuse.

Severa looked at Lynch, wanting to see if he would apologize for his foolish remarks.

Perhaps he would. Every Moment’s market value was evaporating every second, Lynch wouldn’t let it become more worthless.

She slightly raised her chin, her fair neck reminiscent of soft baby hair, triggering an urge to scent its fragrance.

She was proud, rejected with such words, she was determined to regain her face.

But Lynch didn’t seem to turn around, apologize, seek her forgiveness, and discuss tobacco matters as she expected.

This surprised her, yet also seemed normal.

When he said he’d just come from a child’s mother, Severa knew he wasn’t an ordinary person, you never knew what he’d say or do.

While there were better methods, he used the most incomprehensible ones.

The calm lingered for a while, then Severa asked, "Aren’t you worried about Every Moment’s current situation?"

Lynch turned around, looking at her.

The entire city became his backdrop at this moment, just one turn made him unbearably handsome.

"Your legs are beautiful, very white, the distribution of fat is also good, the maid’s dress gets you an extra ten points," Lynch complimented the head maid, who rolled her eyes at him.

Severa’s eyes twitched, she picked up the teacup again, lowering her head to conceal the changes in her expression.

After a moment, when she put the cup down, she was back to her original self.

"It seems you truly aren’t worried about Every Moment. Can you tell me why? I’m very curious!" This was a genuine request for guidance. When one intends to defeat another, they invest several times more effort into studying them, searching for their flaws.

The more one studies Lynch, the more perplexing and astonishing he becomes. Every step he takes hits the key points of every situation, as if all occurrences and the trajectories of future developments are within his grasp.

Lynch looked at her, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

The curling blue smoke became the only ornament between them at that moment, swaying unpredictably.

"Every Moment is a company that once had a market value of over a billion, which is very rare in the Federation, and it hasn’t been split up!"

In fact, many companies in the Federation have astonishing real market value, but these capitalists in the Federation have spent over two hundred years exploring and practicing, and they’ve found methods to conceal these.

For example, Lynch’s company that produces airplanes and his research institute have been split into several independent companies, each with its own business and finances.

The techniques of those large consortiums are even more extraordinary. They habitually split companies continuously to hide their fangs, and also hide their bodies among other capital giants.

If Every Moment were split up, it wouldn’t be that remarkable.

But it hasn’t been, so it’s still one of the few successful multinational companies.

Lynch crossed his legs and flicked the ash from his cigarette, "Do you know what such a high market value means?"

"This company is by no means powerless to resist, but it didn’t resist when it most needed to. What does that mean?"

Lynch pointed to Severa with the hand holding the cigarette, "I’m showing weakness."

"When you came here, I actually knew what you wanted to do. I appreciate that you thought of me at this time, but you don’t have to worry; the storm they’ve whipped up will soon be over."

Severa was very curious, "Can you tell me how you’re going to do it?"

Lynch smiled and said, "Secret."

"You’re really a stingy guy!" Severa’s face showed a bit more of a smile. Even though she didn’t achieve her intention this time, she was still quite pleased, though she didn’t know why.

Just as she was about to leave, Lynch asked, "Are you planning to invest?"

Severa sat back down, "Would you dare?"

"I need your father’s reputation to help me solve a problem, and accepting your investment is my commission to you."

"We are our own people, I won’t hide anything from you. What I give you, I will take back from somewhere else..."

In the evening, after having some drinks, Severa returned home. The head maid told Mr. Wardrick everything that had happened today. Most importantly, she could guarantee that the young lady hadn’t slept with Lynch; she was still untouched.

After changing clothes, Severa went to Mr. Wardrick’s study and recounted the day’s events once again.

The two people emphasized different points, giving the initial impression that they were discussing two different things. However, Mr. Wardrick’s wealth of experience allowed him to listen effectively.

Finally, Severa asked two questions.

First, who is the enemy Lynch cannot currently defeat.

Second, how can Lynch win in this competition that seems already lost.

Looking at his slightly tipsy daughter and her growth over the past year, Mr. Wardrick was nevertheless quite pleased.

"Actually, these questions are quite simple; if you think seriously, you’ll know the answers, but I can also tell you now."

"The first question, the side Lynch cannot defeat and still needs to borrow my reputation from is Rongsheng Gold Bank."

"His development has been very remarkable, but compared to the six major banks, he’s still too young."

"The six major banks openly compete with each other, and their areas overlap in many ways, resulting in fierce competition."

"However, if anyone or any company dares to challenge the financial rules set by the six major banks, then the six will unite to combat it."

"Lynch has no way to buy back their shares from Rongsheng Gold Bank, and as long as these shares stay with Rongsheng Gold Bank, they won’t be compliant."

Severa listened attentively, analyzing and thinking. After a while, she extended some questions based on her original ones.

"Weren’t Rongsheng Gold Bank and Every Moment collaborating well before? Why can’t they cooperate with Lynch?"

"They could completely continue to collaborate as closely as before."

Mr. Wardrick chuckled softly, "The previous president and largest shareholder were foreigners, and Rongsheng had many ways to get what they wanted."

"But now the largest shareholder is Lynch, and Rongsheng must abide by the rules."

"More importantly, Lynch is more opinionated and assertive than anyone else!"

"Since they can’t control Lynch, they inevitably want to sell what’s in their hands at a good price."

"As for the second question..."

Mr. Wardrick glanced at his wristwatch, "It’s very late; you should get some sleep. You’ll find out tomorrow."