Darkstone Code-Chapter 959 - 957: Brawl

Lynch is very adept at persuasion, particularly using his "dream" to convince others.

People can’t suddenly take out a million to give to capitalists, but they can spend two dollars each day to buy a pack of cigarettes.

If one million people purchase Every Moment cigarettes daily, and each buys one pack, Every Moment’s revenue would be at least two million.

Sixty million a month, there’s no healthier cash flow than this, and seven hundred twenty million a year is enough to tempt large consortiums.

Of course, it hasn’t reached that point yet, but it’s possible.

People began to recall, and Lynch tried his best to help them; since women and teenagers started smoking, cigarette sales have broken through constraints and soared wildly, surpassing Kleve in the market long ago.

Shi Haoyun wants to buy Every Moment’s tobacco sector solely for the Kleve brand; Shi Haoyun, a tobacco company that fought its way up from the bottom, has the biggest flaw of not having a high-end brand to showcase.

In the days when people still regarded Kleve as tobacco, Kleve was considered high-end merchandise, but creating a high-end brand is difficult.

More people in the market accept Every Moment; their promotion is excellent. More importantly, the service of Every Moment, along with the tobacco leaf-producing areas and custom services, pleases the wealthy.

Once the wealthy are satisfied, the Middle Class will follow blindly, and the entire society will tip over.

But, in reality, cigarettes are the true future.

A Middle Class individual might spend part of his wealth to buy a box of Kleve for social occasions; he doesn’t truly savor smoking; he pulls one out when necessary just to show he’s also part of the group.

As for the bottom of society, it’s even less likely they’ll treat Kleve, whether pure or mixed colors, as a daily consumable; they might only consume a few sticks a year.

However, cigarettes, especially mixed cigarettes and roasted tobacco, with one or two dollars a pack, are not a burden for someone earning around three hundred dollars.

Spending fifty dollars a month is enough for him to enjoy great mid-range cigarettes. With less money, why not opt for this better experience?

"I agree with Mr. Lynch; currently, we hold the most shares; we shouldn’t be eliminated by others." Someone soon spoke first.

Future Light holds thirty-five percent of Every Moment’s shares, already giving them a considerable advantage; out of every hundred dollars of Every Moment’s profit, they get thirty-five.

With such weight already obtained, they have no reason to give up a higher shareholding ratio.

Then the second person raised their hand, soon followed by everyone, and finally Lynch raised his hand too.

"It seems we’ve reached consensus on opinions; according to Every Moment’s current additional issuance allocation method, we must gather around a hundred million in funds to complete this round of issuance."

"If you intend to hold more shares, you can suitably increase this portion of funds."

"You’re all clear about the company’s situation; we’re not a listed company, but we accept share transfers."

"Now, when we need this money, I hope you can calculate your proportion of shares and provide funds accordingly."

"This money will be fully used for purchasing additional issued shares and not diverted to other uses."

"If someone is unwilling or unable to provide funds, we’ll adjust the company’s share structure according to the proportion of funds contributed. I hope everyone understands."

With one sentence, the expressions around the meeting table varied; some lowered their heads as if contemplating something, some revealed faint playful smiles, while others’ expressions were very heavy.

They all realized Lynch was reshuffling continuously.

This incident made them aware that if Future Light Investment Company continues to invest next time, but the funds in the company account aren’t enough, what then?

These shareholders would have to finance; the more shares held, the more money brought out.

If someone doesn’t wish to finance, their shares would continuously shrink until they might become invisible, and even lose their original earnings.

For example, currently, if a shareholder holds one percent of shares, and the company hands out a million in dividends by year-end, he should receive ten thousand bucks of dividends.

This isn’t problematic; this reasoning is viable anywhere—absent other supplementary clauses.

But now, if he doesn’t finance, and others finance for him, and say his shares shrink to half a percent.

By year-end, still a million in dividends, he would only receive five thousand bucks.

Was there a change?

Yes!

Where is the change?

Suddenly, someone couldn’t figure it out; this is also the most interesting and terrifying aspect of capital, clearly simple arithmetic, yet calculation remains elusive.

His total value hasn’t changed, nor has there been any extra gain or loss, but the dividends he receives have changed, damn it’s amazing!

And this is the continuous shuffling, where the less capable, the less affluent, vanish through rounds of shuffling, while fresh blood joins this group.

Ultimately, within this company, the shareholders are strong-armed magnates, the top-tier magnates.

When a group of wealthy individuals is gathered together, the energy they unite can exceed people’s imagination. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

As for profits?

That’s actually not the most important thing. If you’re just looking at the immediate profits, small businesses will suffice.

Five cents for ten needles can sell for fifty cents, a tenfold profit.

Lynch first expressed that he would put up his share of the funds, while the others could have a few days to consider.

Just after the meeting, back in the office, the phone on the desk rang. It was young Fox.

"There’s something I think you should know." Young Fox’s voice carried a peculiar emotion, like...

Like a mischievous child who thought he just farted, only to end up crapping his pants. He took off his pants and threw them, landing right in a freshly stirred jar of sauce, just when dinner was pancakes and sauce mixed with potatoes.

It was a feeling that’s hard to describe, a bit of helplessness, a strange kind of joy, and some worry; all sorts of emotions mixed in.

As for why Lynch could sense it, maybe he’s seen too much of it.

"I hope it’s a good thing!"

Young Fox chuckled, "Penny and Nelly got into a fight..."

After saying this, young Fox nearly burst out laughing, but he held it in.

There was a movie premiere today, something that happened almost every week in Laridemo, with various film premieres.

People would invite a lot of guests to attend, increasing the impact, and then spend money hiring critics to hype it up, turning it into a "good" movie online.

All in all, to gain more box office revenue, they would go all out from the start. As for doing promotions after it’s been out for a while, it’s pointless.

A good movie or a bad movie, word of mouth speaks for itself.

It was such a seemingly normal premiere that Nelly got invited to, and Penny also got invited.

Both of them wore dresses of the same color scheme. Women’s dresses don’t vary much, and with unified fashion trends, there might only be slight differences in details.

By the time young Fox explained this much, Lynch probably understood.

Penny’s personality can be described as the most "troublesome" among the girls around him, but you can’t say she’s bad; it’s just that her personality is somewhat self-centered.

Middle-class girls are mostly like this. They’ve been the most outstanding children in the eyes of parents, neighbors, teachers, and classmates since childhood.

But their real selves and what they show are completely different; not to mention, Penny is still young, racing on her "fast track," often not caring about certain things.

Like how she would mess around with the maid to get beaten together, most girls wouldn’t do such things.

He could even imagine Penny grabbing Nelly’s hair and cursing.

Last time Lynch punished her until she was sore, she kept cursing and ended up getting beaten more.

"Are they still fighting?" Lynch asked.

"No, I separated them, but I think they might bump into each other again. You need to talk to them." This was where young Fox took pleasure in Lynch’s predicament.

Lynch didn’t think too much and said directly, "Bring the best short film director, and have them both come to Bupen. I have something for them to do."

Young Fox was a bit taken aback, "Now?"

"Of course!"

Young Fox hung up the phone, rubbed the whiskers on his chin, and pondered for a while but couldn’t guess what Lynch planned to do. Nonetheless, he followed Lynch’s instructions.

Soon he appeared in front of the two girls, looked at them, and mentioned Lynch, "Mr. Lynch wants you both to go to Bupen immediately..."

He didn’t finish all at once, making both girls nervous, especially Penny.

She knew things Nelly didn’t, like how making a mistake could lead to punishment so painful it made you want to die.

But the joy after the pain also made you want to die from happiness.

A strange sense of superiority arose, and she glanced sidelong at Nelly, mouthed "bitch" silently, and then looked away.

At worst she’d get beaten again, she was already used to it.

Nelly, on the other hand, was a bit anxious. She didn’t know what Lynch would do, whether he would punish her or "throw her away."

She had seen those "toys" abandoned after their popularity faded, going from getting multiple scripts a day to not even being wanted for adult films.

Just having gotten used to being a star, Nelly clenched her fists tightly. No matter what, she didn’t want to become a used doll thrown into the trash.