The silence in the corner did not affect the rest of the floor. From time to time, people would pass by the corridor. Perhaps they would glance over, but when they saw the two men standing by the window with cigarettes in their hands, they would give up on paying attention to the two men.
Whenever there was a meeting, there would always be some gentlemen who would smoke their cigarettes before the meeting began. Although there was no explicit administrative order to prohibit people from talking indoors, in general, people would try to avoid such a situation as much as possible.
On the one hand, everyone was not used to the smell of their own body. The smell of smoke and alcohol would always be a nauseating smell. On the other hand, doing so would also set off their own upbringing.
At this time, Lynch, who was by the window, shook his head. "I don't need any loans for the time being. You know, someone has invested in me."
He had exchanged the bank note given to him by Mark and deposited it into his account. 800,000 yuan was not a small amount. It was enough to alarm some people in the bank who liked to listen to stories. George Griman naturally knew about this matter, and he was even more aware of some of the episodes behind this matter.
Originally, the investors claimed that they could value Lynch's interstellar trading company at 70 million yuan. The purpose was to hype up the shares in their hands in advance. This kind of situation was very common in business.
The valuation was always an "estimate". The following negotiations and a series of actions would make this "valuation" shrink rapidly. Then, they would enter the market at a relatively reasonable price. However, this was information within a small circle. It involved everyone's interests, so they would not reveal it to others.
To the public, they would also claim that the company's market value would inevitably reach 70 million yuan in the next three to five years. They might spend millions to buy the shares, and the value would increase several times in an instant.
Sometimes, business operations were so simple. You could achieve an income of more than 100 million yuan just by talking.
Of course, even if the price was lowered, it could still be sold for at least a few million yuan. Lynch had almost 1.8 million yuan raised from George Griman before, plus the 800,000 yuan given to him by Mark, the millions that were about to enter his account, and the land worth 2 million yuan. He had completed a huge change in a short period of time.
Was this a miracle?
No, this could only be said to be magical, but not a miracle. The financial and stock market in the past two years was a miracle.
The two of them quickly finished smoking. At the end, Jorliman vaguely reminded him not to acquire any industries related to real estate in the near future. It was a gift from him and Lynch for their cooperation during this period.
Once the financial market collapsed, all industries related to wealth would suffer a devastating blow, including real industries.
Buying physical assets now was equivalent to paying the bills for some people in advance. It was better to wait a little longer. After these people went bankrupt, they could buy those expensive things at a lower price.
The two of them returned to the venue and blended into their own social circles. Lynch's return caused some people to surround him again. This was a very realistic world. Whoever had money would be the brightest star.
Now that everyone knew that Lynch had money in his hands, and it was cash, there were naturally some speculators and opportunists circling around him. Of course, there were also some legitimate businessmen.
"Mr. Lynch, I heard that your club is recruiting female athletes?"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged gentleman in his forties. He was a little plump, but he wasn't greasy. On the contrary, he was very fresh and clean.
His decent clothes were spotless and exuded a faint fruity fragrance, which was not the fragrance of perfume.
In the real upper class, no matter how the mainstream society packaged perfume, perfume was something that prostitutes used to hide their genes. At least in this era, people thought so.
However, they also needed some fragrance to cover up the excessive body odor caused by "meat eaters," so they needed aromatherapy.
Generally speaking, these people, not including the nouveau riche, would have a special aromatherapy room. Whenever their itinerary was confirmed, the housekeeper would arrange for the maids to aromatherapy the clothes they needed to use at the banquet.
Some expensive spices would be lit and then smothered. After they were smothered, the lid would be opened. In this way, there would be no obvious smell of smoke and fire, only a faint fragrance.
This fragrance actually didn't last for too long, but it was definitely enough for a banquet or dinner. In the second half of a social event, under the numbness of alcohol, cigarettes, and pure colors, people's sense of taste was almost lost, and they couldn't smell any fragrance or stench.
At least until now, many upper class people, especially the descendants of the big families with inheritance, still used this method. As for the future … They might like the convenience of perfume, but at least for now, they didn't think so.
The gentleman seemed to be very interested in Lynch's recruitment of female athletes. "Do we have any sports that women can play?"
When he asked, the people around him didn't make a sound. Obviously, he was a person of some status.
"You are …" Lin Qi didn't know who this gentleman was, but it didn't stop others from introducing them to each other. At the same time, they could also get to know each other.
A young man in his mid-thirties stepped forward. "This is Mr Reynolds, the heir to the title of Baron of Kazril …" The young man's proud expression almost made Lynch think that he was one of the heirs of Kazril.
Of course, Lynch "appropriately" expressed his "surprise," although he didn't know what kind of place Kazril was, and he didn't know whether the Baron of this country was valuable or not.
"Mr. Baron …" He shook hands with the baron and then talked about the topic he was interested in. "As a young man, I am actually a supporter of the women's rights movement, but my position may not be the same as most feminists."
"I not only think that women should have a status not inferior to men, but also should take on more responsibilities. Only in this way can people and the whole society face women's status and rights, and not blindly give in to them."
"There are only rights and no obligations. This can't be exchanged for real respect for women!"
If it weren't for the things in his stomach, Lynch would definitely have some kind of light effect at this time. Many female companions of the participants looked at him, and Baron Lynch nodded frequently. He agreed with Lynch's words very much.
He pointed out the most important part of Lynch's words. "Rights and obligations. You are very right. I am also a supporter of the women's rights movement. Do you mean you want to recruit some female athletes into the professional arena?"
This topic immediately attracted more attention. Some people walked in with wine glasses in their hands. They were very curious about this.
Lynch shook his head. "As much as I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that women's bodies and physical fitness are obviously weaker than men's in competitive sports. I have no prejudice …"
The people around also nodded. This was normal and also a fact. This was like domestic violence that often appeared in society. It was often the husband who beat the wife, but it was almost unheard of for the wife to beat the husband.
"So I plan to open some professional sports for women, and I have already received some support from some local people."
Baron Reynolds couldn't help but ask, "Are you talking about women's rugby?"
Lynch nodded. "Including women's rugby."
This made Baron Reynolds look happy. Lynch was a little confused about what the man was so excited about. He even asked enthusiastically, "Can I participate?"
"Yes, but first you need a professional club and a group of relatively professional athletes!"
Since he planned to introduce this and had the support of a women's rights organization, Lynch couldn't make it too superficial. He had to formalize it.
In fact, the state women's rights organization and the headquarters of the Bayer Federation's women's rights organization were also recently discussing this matter. They thought it was a huge step forward in the history of the women's rights movement. Before Lynch proposed professional sports for women, they actually didn't notice that all the professional sports in the Bayer Federation were dominated by men. This was simply an insult and discrimination to women!
Thanks to Lynch, they discovered this drawback, and he was willing to launch a women's professional sports program. It was obvious that Mr. Lynch was definitely a staunch protector of women's rights. They planned to award Lynch a medal of the association to recognize his example in the women's rights movement.
Baron Reynolds nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course it's mine. I'll prepare this. Then I should …"
Before the two of them could finish their conversation, someone announced to the surrounding people in a low voice, "The mayor is here." Baron Reynolds tilted his head slightly. A secretary hiding behind him took out a business card and handed it to Lynch. Lynch also exchanged business cards with him.
After the two agreed to choose another time to discuss this matter, they focused on the mayor and returned to their seats.
The mayor looked very haggard. There was no way he wouldn't. The unemployment rate had risen again, and the Bristol Group had begun to stop production. This meant that about two to three percent of the people had lost their jobs. The unemployment rate in Sabin was likely to reach a terrifying 20 percent in the fourth quarter.
When that time came, the order of the entire city might collapse. Last night, the governor had informed all the mayors in a conference call that once there was a riot, they must immediately send police and Federation militia to suppress it. The state armed forces were also ready to send mobile military forces to reinforce each city at any time.
And all of this was because yesterday afternoon, a demonstration took place in a city in another state, but it quickly turned into a riot.
The demonstrators who had lost their jobs and were starving suddenly began to smash, loot, and burn things. The situation was out of control for a while. The President's cabinet and the Ministry of National Defense jointly issued a notice, asking the local governments to pay attention to maintaining local security and stability. If necessary, they could mobilize the military.
So at this time, the mayor was even more haggard. He began to feel that it wasn't a good thing that he was elected mayor!