"This is Mr. Lynch …"
Manson brought a guy with a suitcase into the room. Everyone who entered the room seemed to be more respectful because of the suites of the Boone Hotel.
Maybe it was because Lin Qi was still able to take out the money today, or maybe it was because of the hotel.
The guy who came in was dressed in a very high-end formal suit, but it gave people the feeling that it had not been carefully taken care of for a while.
Every piece of good material needed to be carefully cared for, and some of them even needed to be hand-handled by specialized people. These clothes were no stronger than babies, and they needed to be stored at the right temperature and even humidity.
He sat down carefully with a flattering smile on his face, afraid that he would upset Lynch. Then, he placed the suitcase in front of him on the coffee table between the two of them and opened it.
Inside were neatly arranged war bonds. The moment the suitcase was opened, it exuded a "fragrance" like banknotes. It was the smell of special dyes.
Manson stood aside and introduced, "A total of 1.2 million in bonds, 3.7% of the face value …"
The largest denomination of these bonds was 100 dollars, and the lowest denomination was 5 dollars. The 100-dollar bonds were mainly for some institutions, and the smaller ones were for ordinary people.
But whether it was for institutions or ordinary people, they eventually lost their original value.
Lynch picked up a stack of bonds. This was not the first time he had picked up these bonds, but he liked this very special feeling.
In another world, the concept of money was just a number, just like in some science fiction novels here. In the future, people no longer needed to carry money with them. Some kind of terrifying scientific creatures could complete all kinds of transactions and deduct or increase the number in people's accounts.
This had become a reality in another world. At that time, money was indeed just a number. Lynch had not touched banknotes for the rest of his life. He had even forgotten how it felt to hold money in his hand.
At this time, the stack of bonds in his hand gave him a sense of satisfaction, security, and fulfillment that he had never felt before!
The thick texture and the ripples left by letterpress printing made it not much different from real money. The manufacturing method of bonds and money was not much different in essence, and the anti-counterfeiting method was basically the same.
These bonds were about 20 centimeters long and 15 centimeters wide. They looked exquisite like works of art.
After flipping through a few pages, he threw it back and looked at Vivian.
After Vivian quickly calculated the amount that Lynch needed to pay, she wrote down a number on Lynch's transfer check. After Lynch signed it, she put it on the table and pushed it over.
When the people across the table saw the check, their expressions were a little strange, as if they were relieved. After all, the market for these bonds was getting worse and worse. Everyone was worried that they would really become waste paper.
However, he also felt a little uncomfortable. Back then, he had spent a lot of money to buy these bonds. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so tight on funds that he had to sell everything he could, he wouldn't have sold these bonds.
In the depths of his heart, he felt that there was still a chance to turn things around.
The two of them didn't talk much. After Lynch shook hands with the man, Manson saw him off.
Lynch, on the other hand, put these bonds aside.
"How much money do we have left?"
Vivian looked at the booklet in her hand and gave an accurate answer. "One million, seven hundred and eighty-four thousand, five hundred and twenty-five dollars."
Lynch sat back on the sofa and complained, "It's much slower than I thought. I thought it would be faster."
Vivian didn't answer. She didn't know how to. Sometimes, Lynch didn't say anything to others, but to himself. This was something that Vivian had only recently discovered.
Only by interacting with each other day and night would one be able to discover some things that one would not normally discover. She found this very interesting. Very few people would suddenly add a sentence or two to their conversation when communicating with others. This would make it very difficult to continue the conversation.
At first, she didn't know whether she should say anything or how to say it. However, after a few days, she knew how to deal with it.
After a while, Manson saw his client off and walked back. He was here to get his reward.
In this world, no one would help others for no reason. There was always some motivation behind every action, but some were obvious, and some were not so easy to find.
Manson's motivation to help Lynch had nothing to do with Joe Griman. What mattered was the money in Lynch's pocket.
According to the agreement between Lynch and Manson, two percent of the cash transaction would be Manson's personal intermediary fee. For example, this time, the transaction was 44,400 yuan, and he would get 888 yuan in profit.
Manson flicked the new check and was very satisfied with Lynch's straightforwardness. He wasn't like other employers, who sometimes wanted to deduct a little, such as rounding off the change.
With Lynch, even if it was a dollar or dozens of cents, he wouldn't erase it. This was a serious person, which made Manson feel very relieved.
Lynch pointed to the sofa opposite him. Manson put away the check and sat down. "Our acquisition speed is too slow. I think it's time to speed up the process. I can't stay here for too long."
Manson frowned slightly. "There are still relatively few people holding a large number of bonds. Some people don't intend to sell their bonds, at least not at our price."
This kind of person was the mainstream among the large holders. As long as they didn't have a strong demand for cash in the short term, they could wait.
Lynch nodded and proposed another idea. "Maybe we can buy these bonds from ordinary holders."
Manson frowned slightly. Buying these bonds from individual investors was indeed a very effective way. Compared with the small number of large companies in the entire market, the bonds in the hands of individual investors were the main force.
"But these scattered bonds will bring us a lot of trouble. We may not have time to rest for the whole day!"
Lin Qi looked at Manson with a smile. "3.8%. I don't care how much you paid for it. I'll buy it back from you at 3.8%. Deal?"
At first, Manson told Lynch that the price of the war bonds might exceed his initial estimate. However, no one expected the situation to be much better than they had expected. Or rather, the market was much worse.
Some international news outlets began to report the financial disaster of the Bailey Federation. The Federation Industrial Index had been cut in half in four days, and it was still falling.
All the stocks were shrinking. The entire Federation's financial market had evaporated hundreds of billions. Last year, the Federation's earnings were only 187.9 billion. The financial disaster could be said to have wiped out most of the wealth the Bailey Federation had generated last year.
This also made some people who were still on the fence start to sell their bonds. However, the market was always changing.
When the situation turned bad, the price would definitely be suppressed. Even without the suppression, those who desperately needed some cash would start to make the price fluctuate.
In addition to the problems in the financial market, some newspapers began to report in more depth on the reasons for the unprecedented financial crisis. These reports directly pointed the finger of blame at the current ruling party and the president's cabinet.
They also accused the president of foreseeing the disaster in July, but the incompetence of the president's cabinet in diplomacy led to people watching the disaster unfold.
There was even a saying in the market that the Bailey Federation was likely to be affected in the next large-scale war. They would no longer be able to maintain a neutral position.
Under the political turmoil, the financial crisis, and the difficulties of the international community, the bonds in the hands of the Federation's domestic bondholders became more and more worthless.
Manson thought for a while. If he bought it himself, he could lower the price. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be tempted. Money, or rather, wealth, was the number one motivation for people to work and live.
"I can try, but I can't guarantee that I can complete it quickly …"
After the two shook hands for a while, Manson didn't leave immediately. Instead, he talked about another matter. "Lynch, you know that I have a lot of friends here. Some of my work can't be hidden from everyone's eyes."
Lynch nodded. Then, Manson continued, "In the past two days, some people have noticed that I'm working for you. Someone suggested that all the purchasers get together. On one hand, it's to avoid some conflicts that may arise in the future. On the other hand, it's to prepare for some things."
Manson already knew Lynch's general idea. Most of the people who were buying bonds against the current situation had the same idea. Since everyone had the same purpose, why not sit down and have a chat? Maybe there would be opportunities to cooperate in the future.
They didn't know Lynch, and it was a bit reckless to directly invite Lynch. In the end, they entrusted this task to Manson.
Lynch had no reason to refuse. Just as these people thought, when they had the same goal, why not work together?
It wasn't easy to complete such a big project. It required a lot of people's hard work.
After Lynch agreed, Manson left. He had to start preparing funds to buy back the bonds in the hands of individual investors. In fact, this work was easier than he thought.
The reason was simple. People who could buy bonds with hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash could sell some of their businesses to support them for a while.
However, people who spent thousands of dollars to buy bonds often had no way out.
Even if it was a hundred yuan, it could be a life-saving straw for these people!