Blackstone Code-Chapter 287:

There were indeed issues where their presence was unavoidable and even necessary. However, as Lynch pointed out, their importance wasn't as significant as Ms. Tracey imagined.

His comment brought her back to an uncomfortable reality—she and her organization lacked money.

Not only were they financially constrained, but they also lacked power. This was something they had always been reluctant to admit or face, and Ms. Tracey was a vivid embodiment of this denial.

"We can't come up with that much money in a short time, but we have significant influence and the ability to rally support," she said, initially lacking confidence. As she continued, however, her tone became firmer.

Over the years, the feminist movement had truly shaken up society and revealed the alarming influence of feminist organizations. Since they began promoting abstinence as a means to reclaim control over the family, they consistently stirred up controversy from time to time.

"Whenever we organize events, businesses will voluntarily provide services for free, and many individuals will donate to support us. I believe this time will be no different.

"We can bring more women into the sporting arena and force society to recognize the value, role, and status of women in professional sports—something money alone cannot achieve. Isn't that enough?"

Seeing the proud expression return to Ms. Tracey's face, Lynch raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Tracey, in our society, influence and rallying power rarely translate into tangible wealth quickly or efficiently. People won't just pay out of pocket to participate in an event simply because your voice is louder. They still expect material rewards.

"Even the most ordinary staff members can't be expected to contribute their efforts for nothing. Everyone needs to live, everyone has goals, and what they need isn't inspiration or tears—they need money. Federation Thors."

Lynch didn't stop there. He posed another question: "Ms. Tracey, do you know why the president of the Women's Rights Protection Association didn't handle this personally and instead delegated it to you?"

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With every word Lynch spoke, Tracey's expression darkened. Of course, she knew. She understood the situation better than anyone but chose to pretend otherwise. Now, a young man had laid it bare, leaving her visibly shaken.

She no longer found Lynch handsome, charming, or cute; she only felt that this guy was somewhat unpleasant and even a bit infuriating.

"And what about you, Lynch? This all started with you. Don't you want more control in this matter?" She retorted in embarrassment and anger, feeling that her question touched on a critical point.

It all began with Lynch, who was the first to propose the idea of women's professional rugby. That was what allowed Tracy and the Federal Women's Rights Protection Association to see an opportunity and throw themselves into it.

As for why the headquarters of the Women's Rights Protection Association didn't get directly involved, it was simply because they were more clear-headed. They were fully aware that they had nothing substantial to offer, so it was better to let Ms. Tracy fight for it. If she succeeded, they could reap the benefits effortlessly. If she failed, they could step in later to salvage the awkward situation.

Lynch replied candidly, "I've never wanted control over something so complex. I lack the expertise and have no intention of getting involved. My only aim, as one of the ‘initiators,' is to secure more benefits and advantages.

"Ms. Tracey, I've always considered us to be on the same side, you and me. That's why I'm being honest with you," he added sincerely. His earnest expression and handsome face softened her initial irritation.

"Oh?" she responded noncommittally, masking her thoughts.

Lynch continued, "My idea is simple. As one of the initiators, I want to ensure that my club receives broadcasting fees no less than our competitors in any matches involving us.

"I don't need a high position in this women's professional sports system. As long as my income metrics remain in the top tier, I'll support whoever is in charge.

"Ms. Tracey, compared to tangible benefits, the Women's Rights Protection Association—already influential—doesn't need to compete for dominance. Even without full control, people won't overlook us."

Ms. Tracey struggled to grasp his point, "You mean..."

Lynch explained, "We could propose establishing a new organization, such as the ‘Baylor Federation Women's Professional Sports Promotion Committee,' to avoid being absorbed into the Athletes' Association. There, we stand no chance.

"In the new institution, you could give up most of the power, especially regarding broadcasting rights. The Athletes' Association won't let you intervene there. Instead, focus on controlling athlete-related matters.

"The Women's Rights Protection Association itself has certain connections and relationships with female professional athletes, and it is more appropriate for you to handle it. If you pay a little attention, you will understand how much the player transfer fees are for various professional league clubs each year."

Lynch leaned back, sipping his tea. "Compared to leadership titles, tangible benefits matter more."

Tracey remained uncertain but chose not to appear naive. Although unfamiliar with professional sports, she knew broadcasting fees were lucrative—an essential funding source for her organization's broader goals.

If they could obtain more money from broadcasting women's professional sports to support more initiatives, the influence and power of the Women's Rights Protection Association would eventually transform into another kind of force—a force that could sweep through society and change the world. In the face of this force, no one would be able to keep their mind clear.

Seeing Ms. Tracy's somewhat flustered expression, Lynch comforted her, "You don't need to worry too much. These kinds of things can't be resolved in a day or two. You could talk to more people about it—maybe they'll be able to offer you some better ideas..."

Shortly afterward, Lynch got up to take his leave. He had been traveling all day and needed to rest early to prepare for tomorrow's meeting.

After Ms. Tracy arranged a car to send him off and returned home, the two elderly men who had been arguing non-stop on the sofa suddenly fell silent.

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