On Sunday, Lynch had been in Boston for a week, and he still had money in his pocket. It was much harder to spend than he thought.
At around six o 'clock in the evening, he drove to a manor on the outskirts of Boston. Manson, as the middleman, accompanied Lynch, along with Vivian.
Lynch was a foreigner, and he had to be formal when he attended a local cocktail party. Only then could he better integrate into the local social circle.
Respect was the foundation of social interaction. If he behaved solemnly and respectfully, the people here would quickly open the door for him.
At a cocktail party like this, a female companion was also very important.
Vivian didn't want to come. After all, it was easy to cause some misunderstandings if she attended with Lynch. However, when Lynch said that if she didn't go, he would have to "rent" some girls, Vivian reluctantly agreed.
When the group arrived at the manor, the cocktail party had not yet begun. It was an open-air cocktail party. The ordinary people in the manor were still setting up some things for the party, and there were already some people chatting on the side.
Lynch's arrival attracted their attention. The man in the middle smiled and walked over quickly. As the host, he took the initiative to reach out his hand. "Herbert, you must be Lynch!"
His tone was resolute and very certain. Two days ago, he had seen some pictures in the newspaper "with his own eyes" how young Lynch was. He also knew that this young man had achieved great things in a small place like Saibin.
He liked people like Lynch very much, and it had nothing to do with sexual orientation. It was simply because Lynch's adventurous spirit was admirable.
When all financial professionals joined the industry, the person who led them into the industry would tell them this word — adventurous spirit.
Every investment, every speculation, was a risk. Only those with a true adventurous spirit could create miracles here. Lynch was that person who created miracles, and he was also full of adventurous spirit.
This led him to invite Lynch to come over for a talk, because this cocktail party could, in a way, change a country.
Lynch reached out and shook Herbert's hand. Herbert also introduced him to the others.
Not all of these people were locals. Many of them came from other places. They all chose to come here because they had the same idea as Lynch. It was easier to buy bonds here.
"Before you came, we were talking about something very interesting …" Herbert was a very amiable and easy-going person. He dragged Lynch into their previous topic, which made the people around them laugh.
Herbert was also smiling. "We said that just a few days ago, each of us thought that we were the only ones who thought of this. We didn't expect that we would have so many friends with the same idea."
"It's really surprising, but it's also inspiring!"
His voice suddenly became a little louder, and the ladies who were talking about fashion at the side couldn't help but look over. They quickly shifted the topic from the new movies and the new fashion trends to Lynch.
Most of the women here were in their thirties to forties. At this age, it was easy for women to have a good impression of young men.
Lynch was young, and he dressed very maturely. He even wore an old-fashioned suit. However, the women could tell that he was young at a glance. Some even asked Vivian in a low voice if she played the role of a teacher in their life.
When the women chatted together, they were so bold that many men couldn't bear it. They could talk about some very private things without any concealment. Vivian's face quickly turned red and hot. She felt that she shouldn't have come here.
Facing these undisguised questions, she felt very embarrassed. It was difficult for her to answer, but she couldn't be too indifferent. Otherwise, these women would think that it was all Lynch's fault. He didn't bring a suitable female companion here, so the women felt offended.
As the women suddenly burst out in exclamations, the men's eyes were attracted to them again.
Herbert turned around and took a look at those women who were yelling as he shrugged with a smile, "That's how women are!"
His somewhat contemptuous and indifferent attitude was in line with the deepest male chauvinism in the hearts of all the men here. Everyone raised their glasses and agreed with him.
After a few more people came, Herbert talked about the purpose of gathering everyone together.
"No matter who came first or later, in fact, our purpose is the same."
"That is to find a way to make these bonds that have been unable to be cashed in again."
"Before this, I thought this was a high-risk speculation. I was only interested in its high rate of return. But when I knew that there were so many people who had the same idea as me, I knew that our success rate had greatly increased!"
People surrounded him, and he seemed very confident. Herbert himself was a very famous financial practitioner in Boone, and had always been known for his foresight and methods.
He was best at unearthing some gold hidden in the sand and then selling it at sky-high prices.
What people liked to talk about the most was his method of dismantling branch companies and his foresight. Over the years, he had relied on this method to make a lot of money. There was a group of investors behind him, and they firmly believed that he could continue to create miracles.
Including the purchase of bonds this time, many people had invested money in him and were willing to gamble with him, which made him very confident.
"The power of one person is limited, but the power of ten people, or even a hundred people, is unlimited!"
The people around him, including Lynch, could not help but nod. Herbert was also a person with a special characteristic. His continuous success gave him a very special temperament, as if he could infect the people around him and make them believe that he could succeed.
"The purpose of this cocktail party is to let us cooperate as much as possible with the same goal. We can talk about our own ideas and find some common ground."
He looked at the people around him. "Who's first?"
There were more than twenty gentlemen present, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed. At this time, everyone looked at each other, and no one stepped forward first.
Herbert was not in a hurry. He just watched. If there was no other way, he could say it himself. He was doing this to let others know that he was generous and selfless.
The silence lasted for about ten to twenty seconds. Seeing that the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Herbert was about to speak when Lynch stepped forward.
"If there's no one else, why don't I say what I think?"
The sincere and amiable smile on his face was hard to refuse. Herbert also nodded.
In a situation where no one else had any objections, Lynch talked about his idea. "I chose to buy bonds at this time because of the return …"
"A return of more than ten times is enough to bring amazing wealth. I heard that when the return exceeds a certain standard, in order to pursue these returns, businessmen will take huge risks and frantically plunder."
"Some people even use the phrase 'they sold the rope to hang themselves to the executioner' to describe our pursuit of profit. I think they're wrong …"
Herbert had a faint smile on his face, and no one could tell his true feelings. The others were laughing, but soon Lynch's words made their laughter choke in their throats.
"As long as the return is amazing enough, what can stop us?"
Lynch held a wine glass in his hand. His hair was slicked back, and he was wearing old-fashioned clothes that could not hide his immaturity. However, his words and his expression gave people the feeling that they were facing an old bastard. "In order for our investment to not be stranded or even silent, I think we should actively promote some things."
"The Conservative Party's stupid strategy has given us this opportunity. If we can promote the new cabinet government to repair relations with the international community, these bonds in our hands can be worth their value again."
"There are some things that we can't do, but there are some things that we're best at!"
Herbert nodded slightly. He noticed the key word in Lynch's words, "new cabinet".
This was also his idea. Manipulating voters would be easier than ever in the next ten years.
As long as the workers were given a bite to eat, they would vote for the person designated by their employer, overthrow the old president and the presidential cabinet, and elect a new president and cabinet that was in the interest of everyone. They would repair international relations, and the returns would be dozens of times or even more.
Wasn't this the ultimate goal that every businessman and every capitalist pursued tirelessly?
Of course, some people felt that Lynch's statement was a little … unbelievable, or perhaps too shocking.
A blonde gentleman in his forties expressed his different opinion. "Mr. Lynch, your idea is indeed very constructive, but we still don't know how much effort it will take to achieve this."
"And there are still two years before the next election. These bonds are overstocked in our hands. Every day that passes is another day of losses."
"Compared to this, my idea is slightly simpler."
"The world war has seriously damaged almost every country. They urgently need funds to rebuild their countries, and this is one of the reasons why they don't pay their debts."
"They can't subsidize us with all the limited money, but what if we use another method?"
There was some guidance in his words, and people could not help but calm down. "We bring the money to their countries to invest in post-war reconstruction in exchange for their promises."
"First of all, we get the profits of reconstruction, and at the same time, these bonds in our hands become valuable. We won't offend any government because of this. I think this is the most appropriate way."
The blonde gentleman's idea immediately received support from some people. This method was safer and very gentle, not as extreme as Lynch said.
But at this time, there was also another person who proposed another idea. It had to be said that there were always some people in this world whose brain circuits were incompatible with others!