In the current environment of the Federation, whether the future development trend was going in a good direction or a bad direction had always been a matter of debate.
Hidden in people's optimism was a deep fear, as well as despair and pessimism about the future.
Perhaps the current unprecedented prosperity of the financial market was the last bit of strength that some people contributed to prove that the "future" was not necessarily bad. They had been successful for many years, but in the end, they would still fail.
Every time such a topic came out, and someone clearly expressed a view that went against the mainstream trend, people would be attracted to him.
In fact, the reason why people were attracted to Lynch at this time was not necessarily to listen to the annoying nonsense that Lynch said. They did not believe that the future would become worse, although they were already prepared for this and admitted this possibility in their hearts.
What they needed to do now was to find some loopholes in Lynch's words to refute his point of view. They could deceive themselves by deceiving themselves, deceiving themselves that all the negative views were not valid, and that the future would only get better and better.
Ferral smiled. He felt that Lin Qi had already mastered how to attract the attention of others. At least, he was also attracted. He didn't squeeze into the crowd. Instead, he stood outside the crowd and looked at Lin Qi like the others. He watched as Lin Qi spoke with confidence and assurance in the crowd.
"Before I came, I read today's' Trade Report '. The Federation Industrial Index has once again reached an all-time high, and at the same time, the daily trading volume has also reached a new high …"
He stood in the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand. There was not a single bit of stage fright on his face that young people would have. There was only calmness and a temperament that allowed people to calm down and listen to his nonsense.
He took a sip of wine, and when he raised his glass, the people around him suddenly breathed heavily. Some of them were even whispering to each other about the content of Lynch's words just now.
When he put down the glass in his hand, people began to hold their breaths and look at him with rapt attention.
This feeling, it was great!
In fact, it was not a good idea to go against the mainstream optimists at a time like this. When everyone was confused and optimistic, if someone suddenly stood up and gave them a slap in the face and told them that the end was coming, they would not be thanked. They would only be blamed and some negative emotions or even antagonism.
However, Lynch had to do this. He was too young and did not have a good family background. If he was the heir of a corporation or a big family, he would not have to do this at all.
He had nothing. He was just a child born in an ordinary family. He did not have anything to rely on, but he had to make people support him and trust him. The best way was to establish a clear image, an image that would always stand with the right.
Perhaps some people were cursing and scolding him in their hearts now, but when the end of the world really came, these people would think of him immediately and eagerly hope that he could give them some salvation or some hope that could inspire them.
"Gentlemen, please note that many enterprises and factories around us are closing down. Many enterprises have not been operating for a long time, but the financial market is unprecedentedly prosperous. This is a warning given to us by nature."
"Some things are deceiving our perception, and some things are developing in ways that defy common sense. This means that disaster is coming!"
Of course, as mentioned above, some people here listened to Lynch's opinions, not because they agreed with Lynch's views, but because they wanted to prove that what he said was wrong by overturning Lynch's point of view.
At this time, a man in his forties coughed softly. Lynch also stopped at the right time. People turned around or looked directly at him, and he put forward his own opinion. "Mr. Lynch, if you think the financial market's prosperity is fake, then why are we all making money?"
"And …" he emphasized again, pausing for a moment to organize his thoughts. "I noticed that some people use the word 'passing handkerchief' to describe the current financial market. If something really happens, only a few people with handkerchiefs will be unlucky, not the entire Federation's financial market. What do you think of this?"
Passing handkerchiefs was a relatively traditional game in the Bailey Federation. The game was very simple. Everyone sat together and sang, and then passed the handkerchief to the person next to them. When the song stopped, the person holding the handkerchief had to stand up and perform a talent show.
Before this, some people thought that the current financial market might be a little dangerous, but this danger was not targeted at everyone. It was only targeted at a few people, such as those who held stocks in their hands.
Out of a hundred people, only one person held a stock. Even if the stock became worthless, only the last person, not everyone, would be finished.
This view quickly gained the approval of the entire society, and this was also the reason why the transaction volume was always increasing. Everyone believed that they could complete the action of passing the handkerchief before the song stopped. They also believed that even if the last unlucky person became the victim of the entire game, the game would soon start again.
After a short period of low tide, a new round of prosperity would be born quickly.
This kind of misleading and false statement quickly became one of the reasons why people believed that the financial market would continue to develop steadily under the push of some people. In fact, the problem was much more serious than this.
Because people were not passing handkerchiefs, but a bomb. The bomb would not let go of the people within the bomb's killing range just because they were not in the hands of a certain person. At the same time, this was a very complicated process.
The complexity of society and the greed of human nature meant that the unlucky person in this game was definitely not only one person, but the economy that supported the country.
In the face of this problem, Lynch shook his head. "This view is very common and very common, but I think you have overlooked a problem …" In the face of some "difficulties", he was already prepared for some "difficulties". "Stocks and finance are essentially the embodiment of the value of the real industry.
"If the financial market really collapses one day, the unlucky ones will definitely not only be the financial investors who hold stocks, but also every one of us!"
At this time, someone could not help but say, "Mr. Lynch, your statement is a bit exaggerated. Those things that have nothing to do with us, why would they affect us?"
"I didn't buy their stocks, and I have nothing to do with them in business. Why would their good or bad affect me?"
The person who spoke seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lynch's statement and immediately put forward a different opinion.
"And before, the professor of the Central University of the Federation also said some relevant content. The current wave of bankruptcies actually has little to do with the prosperity of the financial market. Bankruptcies are just the result of the natural competition in the market."
"Many companies are coming to an end, but we also see many companies going to glory. The financial failure theory is just a kind of alarmist talk (using disturbing and frightening content to disturb people's perception and judgment of things). I believe that everyone here believes that tomorrow will only be better."
Lin Qi didn't continue to refute. He didn't come here to start a feud because of a different standpoint. He just wanted to express his own opinion. When someone made an obvious and "decisive" statement, he knew it was time to stop.
If this topic continued, it was likely that some people who had no interest and economic dealings with him would become his enemies.
"Maybe you're right!"
He raised the wine glass in his hand. The people around him also raised their glasses very politely and ended this uncomfortable topic. "To the Federation …"
Then the crowd dispersed. Everyone went to find other people to chat with or look for opportunities. Felar leaned over. "Your statement is very special, but it's best not to say it here."
He raised his chin at the two "core" of the cocktail party who were surrounded by people in the distance. "At least they don't like to hear it, and they don't want to see it become true."
"There are some things that you know, but you can't not say it. If it really becomes a reality after you say it, it will only make others look more stupid!"
This was definitely a sentence from the bottom of his heart. Lynch's 5000 yuan was not completely useless, and what Felar said was very reasonable.
When people were experiencing disasters and pain, they would not consider their own problems. They would often push the blame to others. Once the financial crisis came, the financial order of the Federation would collapse. At that time, in order to escape responsibility, some people would shout loudly that someone had predicted the disaster. However, the people who could solve the disaster would turn a blind eye to it.
This might increase the popularity of some people, but it would also make them hated by those who were hurt by some of their words.
Lynch raised his eyebrows. "I think I understand …"
Felar nodded. "Everyone here today is actually here for that personal attendant. You'd better go over and say a few words of praise. You're younger than the others, so he'll remember you."
Lynch thought about it carefully. It was indeed true. He patted Felar's arm and walked to the side of the crowd. He pretended to be full of curiosity as he watched the personal attendant of the governor chatting with people.
He did not speak for the time being. He was looking for a good opportunity to speak, but at this moment, the mayor suddenly saw him and walked towards him.
"Lynch …"
Lynch heard him and took the initiative to turn around. There was a look of surprise on his face. He bowed to show his respect. "Your Excellency …"
The two greeted each other, and the "circle" around Lynch stopped talking. People took the initiative to make a path so that their core figures could see the mayor and Lynch, who was standing between the two.
The mayor patted Lynch's shoulder very kindly, then looked at the personal attendant of the governor. He said with a smile on his face, "This is the outstanding young man I mentioned in the last conference call, Lynch."
Flattered?
Maybe a little, but more than that, he was suspicious.
Lynch did not believe that the mayor would make him look good for no reason. He must be planning something. This made Lynch very cautious, but he showed appropriate surprise and joy on his face as if it was real.