Darkstone Code-Chapter 1017 - 1015: The Same Words, Different People

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1015: The Same Words, Different People

After Lynch came out, the Action Director of the Security Committee approached him, "What did you discuss?"

He was very curious why Lynch stayed in the room for so long. Something must have happened that they didn’t anticipate, although the general direction could still be confirmed.

That is, Isabella would certainly try everything to persuade Lynch to support her, and in the Federation, the only big capitalist she knew was Lynch.

Of course, Lynch would never admit he’s a capitalist; he considers himself a patriotic merchant...

At this moment, the people from the Security Committee just wanted to know if Lynch had promised her anything or if he had done everything but promised nothing.

"I agreed to support her in rebuilding her power. She convinced me with some conditions."

The Action Director rolled his eyes. This persuasion must have started very dryly, but as the power of persuasion increased, it became smoother, possibly even going through a stage of intense dispute before everyone managed to calm down.

Lynch noticed his expression and paused his steps, "You don’t believe me?"

The Action Director stopped as well, with an expression of "I really don’t believe you," yet saying the opposite with his mouth, "No, I believe you. The conditions she offered must be very generous."

Lynch resumed walking, the Director trailing closely beside him, "Iron ore, copper ore, silver mine, and oil, those things are already enough."

"These things don’t seem particularly special," the Action Director thought for a moment before offering his own perspective, "We’re already extracting a considerable amount of resources, and domestically, we’re not lacking these materials."

The Federation has many mines and oil fields; it indeed does not seem lacking.

Lynch shook his head, "Not lacking does not mean sufficient; these are two different concepts."

"And once war breaks out, do you think our enemies will allow us to continue exploiting resources without targeting us with strikes?"

Lynch chuckled lightly, this laughter made the Action Director feel as though his previously not-so-low intelligence suddenly dropped a bit, he stiffened his neck and looked at Lynch.

By this time, they had reached the end of the corridor, standing in front of the elevator. Lynch stopped and casually pressed the button, then looked at the Action Director.

"Due to your work error, the airplane information was leaked, now the whole world is researching airplanes and expanding types."

"You can’t guarantee they won’t study an aircraft that can fly directly from their homeland to the Federation’s skies to strike or even bomb important targets."

"Once our resource extraction is limited, unable to easily resume extraction and production, our demand for raw materials can only rely on usual reserves."

"Tell me these things are not important?"

"If our warships lack heavy oil, they’ll be coffins on the sea; if our airplanes lack fuel, they’d be less useful than a handgun, and many similar situations, Mr. Director."

"Every decision we make may affect the nation’s fate of the Federation. Please curb irresponsible thoughts like ’I think’!"

With a ding, the elevator door opened. Looking at the Action Director whose expression became serious, Lynch extended his hand and shook with him, "If there are any other situations, please notify me at any time. Goodbye."

Lynch entered the elevator, watching as the doors slowly closed, the Action Director returned to the room adjacent to where Isabella was "detained."

This room was equipped with many recording devices, he asked, "Did we capture any unusual conversations?"

The recorder shook his head, but quickly handed a slip of paper to the Action Director, on which a peculiar phrase was written—carpet bombing.

Coming out from the ground floor elevator, Lynch’s gaze was firm and sharp. He never thought of selling out the Federation’s interests as it’s foolish.

Many people think selling out the country is the way to get rich, but their vision is too narrow and too stupid.

Only by tying oneself to the entire nation can one truly make money.

Look at the major consortiums in the Federation; which one doesn’t operate like this?

Seemingly, their business projects may be many, and although many have no relation to people’s lives, in reality, every single one is indispensable to people’s lives.

They just exist in a different method, a different form, making them not so easily noticeable.

National defense security, weapons research, which are not related to the future of the entire country?

Stepping out of the Bupen Hotel and getting into the car, Lynch began pondering some things that would follow.

He would persuade the Ministry of Defense, and it wouldn’t be difficult, because this time it wasn’t just him going to persuade the Ministry of Defense to do this, there was also Mr. Pato.

The next steps depend on Isabella herself, whether she can persuade the General’s former subordinates to pledge allegiance to her, as she claims.

Only if she accomplishes this, having a large enough territory, will he and the Federation Government restart the plan, continue supporting her expansion, in coordination with Sanchez.

The car quickly merged into the traffic, half an hour later, he arrived at the company headquarters of the lighter factory.

A small and quite inconspicuous three-story building, and it’s not even in the city center of Bupen.

It’s apparent that before it had "potential," its business situation wasn’t particularly good.

It’s normal when you think about it; not everyone can spend thousands or tens of thousands to buy a lighter, after all, only a very few people can afford that.

Lynch’s arrival attracted the welcome of the board members. A gentleman who looked in his forties, with a beaming smile, stood at the door waiting for him.

When Lynch got out of the car, he stepped forward to greet him, extending his hand, "Mr. Lynch, I am the general manager of the company. On behalf of the board of directors, I warmly welcome your joining us, everyone has been waiting for you."

Lynch nodded and followed him into the conference room on the third floor.

The interior decoration showed some signs of age, and the elevator was a bit old, making Lynch consider that using the stairs might be better.

Upon entering the conference room, he immediately saw Severa sitting at the head seat, the girl was tilting her head looking out at the scenery outside the window, seemingly lost in thought.

She only snapped back to her senses when the general manager reminded her.

"Sorry, I didn’t notice that you had arrived," she said.

Lynch smiled and nonchalantly sat down in the empty seat next to her, "I figured this gift wouldn’t be so easy to accept, it seems I’ve become a mascot now?"

A lot of smiles appeared on Severa’s face, "You should be happy; just a small action of yours that you didn’t even notice caught the attention of capital, many people couldn’t achieve this even if they tried hard, Lynch."

Lynch knew she was referring to that event at the First Lady’s charity auction, where he donated a million dollars, and suddenly the media developed a keen interest in the lighter in Lynch’s hand, leading to a small company centered on handmade production being noticed by the capital market.

Severa promptly acquired most of the company’s shares, and of course, the company couldn’t refuse Mr. Wardrick’s terms, nor did they dare to.

After Severa became the largest shareholder, she immediately thought of a way to maximize interests, which was to pull Lynch in.

The results were obvious, now more people are willing to join, even if this might be the last share expansion before going public, there were no troubles, and the inflowing capital was maximized.

The conversation between the two ended here; up next was the board meeting where they would discuss in more detail later.

During this process, Severa exhibited a side Lynch had never seen before, the side of a businesswoman.

In the past two years, she had given up her initial dream—becoming a bestselling author, she began to engage more with business matters, all to prove one thing, she doesn’t need to depend on anyone, whether it’s Mr. Wardrick or Lynch.

Lynch’s rejection that day kept ringing in her ears, making her feel both a bit sad and angry.

With time, she can now treat Lynch calmly, she will prove her excellence!

"We plan to launch a new design centered around female users, the female smoking group is expanding rapidly, this will become the next high-consumption group."

Saying this, she took out some design drawings, letting the secretary distribute them to everyone, Lynch also had a copy in his hand.

It was a...very feminine design, with a rose gold shell outlined with various gemstones depicting a white pony running against a pink background.

The design was very feminine, yet its positioning was very accurate.

There were some accompanying images on it, showing effects when used by ladies in different scenarios.

"It looks good," Lynch gave an appropriate evaluation.

Severa nodded, interpreting the words as a compliment.

"If no one has any questions about these designs, we will proceed with production according to this..."

"Ninety-nine pieces, each one must have a number, stamped with the craftsman’s personal seal signature, I want to ensure every piece is unique!"

Lynch was a bit surprised and took another look at Severa; limited edition plus artisan signature, this concept hasn’t really taken off in this era.

This would make the price of the lighter higher and its significance different.

No one had any objections to Severa’s ideas. She had driven the value of a company not initially high several times over, and it was about to go public, who could have any objections to her?

No one.

Watching Severa continuously delegate each task, Lynch felt a bit sentimental, indeed, pain is the best companion for growth!

After the meeting ended, the two went into the president’s office, Severa asked the secretary to bring in two cups of coffee before she looked at Lynch, "I need your help..."

The next second, Lynch, who had just taken a sip of coffee, turned his head, pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, and soon the handkerchief in his hand turned brown.

He threw the twenty-five-dollar handkerchief into the trash can, smiling as he apologized, "Sorry, I reacted too strongly, someone just told me the same thing not long ago..."