Najaril would no longer be as safe as it was in the past. As the development of the entire world began to accelerate, many countries like Najaril would no longer be excluded from people's sight for some reason.
Every country was very dissatisfied with the result of this world war. They were accumulating their strength and preparing for the next world war. Once the next world war broke out, the things like civilization, morality, etiquette, and the like that were used to flaunt civilization would be torn apart in an instant.
People would no longer let anyone go just because they "refused to cooperate". When that time came, when weapons spoke, no one would be able to refuse the request of a giant steel warship.
In fact, the rulers of Najaril had some ideas. The high priest initially wanted to send his youngest son to the Amelia region to study, and at the same time, support him to become a merchant there.
The Amelia region would be full of opportunities for a period of time in the future. At the same time, it was also the most important overseas map of the Gefra Empire. They would definitely attach great importance to it, more so than some of the regions in their country.
The high priest was looking for a way out for himself, or rather, for his children. Then, did the provincial governor and the others have the same idea?
Of course, they did. It was just that Lynch did not have enough contact with them, and his position in their hearts was not high enough. These people would not easily tell him some of their private matters.
However, he still vaguely discovered some of the key points in the high priest's plan to send his youngest son abroad to study.
"What are you going to do?"
Mr. Vaudric straightened his posture and asked in a probing tone, "If we go too far, even if the high priest forgets that he has such a favorite child, he will not fall into our trap."
"The indifference of rulers towards family is more terrifying than you think!"
He explained a little to prevent Lynch from having any problems in this regard.
If it was purely to control the high priest by threatening him with the child he liked, then this idea was worthless.
In the face of such a situation, the high priest would probably rather lose the child than become a marionette in the hands of others. As long as he did not lose his power, he could have more children.
This was a problem. Mr. Vaudric vaguely had some countermeasures, but he wanted to hear how Lynch would solve this problem. Would he amaze him as usual, or would he fall into a cliché?
Lynch puffed on his cigarette unhurriedly. He also changed his sitting position and pressed his wrists on the edge of the table. If one looked at them from the side, Mr. Vaudric's upper body was slightly tilted back. This was known as "defensive psychology" in behavioral science.
Maintaining an appropriate distance could provide a greater sense of security and also highlight one's status.
On the other hand, Lynch's posture of leaning slightly forward with more body movements in his hands was called "aggressive psychology" or "offensive psychology". When he was asserting his ideas, he used some body language to give more pressure to force the other party to agree with his ideas.
This kind of behavior was actually very common in some negotiations. Those strong representatives liked to increase their persuasiveness by throwing things at the other party. Their attitude was also more aggressive, as if they could explode at any time.
On the other hand, those who had been reduced to the weaker party all maintained a ridiculous "gentleman posture". They straightened their backs and tried to stay as far away from the negotiating table as possible. They were just gentlemen who had been locked in a lion's cage, and they could not wait to escape.
Mr. Waldrick moved the ashtray in the distance to his side. "Don't scatter the ashtray everywhere …" Mr. Waldrick scolded, "Don't scatter the ashtray all over the place …"
It was just an inconspicuous action and a sentence that might not be very important, but it unexpectedly turned the situation around. He asserted a point of view — he was the master.
Lynch smiled, and the atmosphere instantly became relaxed again. "Mr. Vaudric, do you know that there is a kind of" gambler's algorithm "…" He turned his wrist, trying to find a word in his mind to express what he wanted to say. "Mathematical model?"
Mr. Vaudric shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested in mathematics, but I'm very interested to hear what you have to say."
Lin Qi nodded slightly. "There's a saying among some gamblers that when they lose a dollar, they will bet two dollars in the next round. This way, if they win, they can recoup their first loss and earn a dollar at the same time."
This saying was not strange. Mr. Vaudric's heart did not change much. He just nodded to show that he had heard it.
Lynch continued with a smile, "If they lose the second time, they will bet four yuan in the third round. This way, they can recoup their previous losses in this round."
"Eight yuan …"
"Sixteen yuan …"
"Thirty-two yuan …"
"Until hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions!"
"Just once!"
Lynch stretched out a finger. "Just once, as long as they can win once, not only can they win back all the money they lost before, but they can also win the money they wanted to win in the first place."
At this time, the expression on Mr. Vaudric's face had become very focused. This may or may not be just a gambler's algorithm, but it was not important. In fact, it had actually very clearly described a very common phenomenon in the financial field.
In fact, many companies would not immediately withdraw when faced with a sudden deterioration of their business. Instead, they would increase their investment in the hope of making profits again. However, the more they invested, the more difficult it would be for them to give up later.
In the financial history of the Federation, there were many similar examples. There were even large consortia that wanted to save something in the beginning, but as a result, they invested more and more, and even began to suffer losses. As a result, they were dragged down by "small losses".
In fact, "small losses" did not mean that small losses could really drag down a company, but the continuous sinking of the cost caused the problem to become more and more serious, and it became more and more difficult to give up.
He could roughly imagine what Lynch meant, but he still had some hesitation and doubts. In fact, he should not have such questions and doubts. It was just that he was unconsciously controlled by Lynch and fell into "Lynch's time", so he was led by the nose.
"Then how do we ensure that the High Priestess will lose every time and will continue to bet after losing once?"
Lynch shrugged and leaned back in his chair. He had instilled the content he needed to advocate for Mr. Vaudric, and he could change his attitude.
He curled his lips. "Because we are not only the players at the gambling table, but also the dealers, the referees, and even the makers of the rules of the game."
A thoughtful look appeared on Mr. Vaudric's face. He realized that Lynch's idea was better than his earlier one. Once the high priest put all his money on the Federation, even if the Federation wanted to kick him out, he would not leave easily.
He could not leave the Federation, so he had to be controlled by the Federation, unless he wanted to lose everything.
Not only would he lose everything, but the deal between him and the Federation would be the last straw that would overwhelm him. He could only listen to the arrangements of the Federation.
Mr. Vaudric nodded with satisfaction. He asked another question. "What are you going to do?"
"Start with that boy. Of course, this will also require some help from Mr. Vaudric …"
…
After a private conversation, Mr. Vaudric stood at the gate of the manor and watched Lynch leave. This kind of treatment could be said to be very high standard. Even a member of parliament did not enjoy such treatment. This made the butler very curious, but he did not dare to ask.
On the way back, Mr. Vaudric suddenly asked, "Do you know the 'gambler's algorithm'?"
The butler was stunned and shook his head. "I will find out as soon as possible, Master."
"No, I already know …" He paused. "Also, I just discussed something with Lynch. In a few days, the young lady will be attending an exhibition with him. Arrange for our people to protect the young lady and not allow them to have any private contact. Do you understand what I mean?"
The butler walked behind with his head lowered. "I guarantee with my life that the young lady will be chaste when she leaves, and she will be chaste when she returns!"
Mr. Vaudric nodded with satisfaction. Although his words might make people think that he was a little old-fashioned and harsh, it was much better than the girl losing her chastity and becoming a joke in the upper circle.
In this circle, people were not as noble and bright as people imagined. Whether it was the gentlemen or the ladies, their bones were ugly and despicable. The stench of rotten eggs almost seeped out of them. Rumors would destroy his girl. He would not allow this to happen.
What he had to do next was to persuade the board of directors to agree with his idea. At the same time, he had to persuade some members of parliament and the president's aides. These international affairs must be discussed with the highest ruling class of the Federation before they could be implemented. After all, it involved foreign affairs.
At this time, a young man was enjoying the luxurious life of the Federation.
Those girls with skin as white as milk crawled around him in very simple clothes. Those kinds of wine that were almost invisible in Najalil filled a bathtub. Cigarettes, alcohol, sex, there was nothing better than this.
The seventeen-year-old boy had begun to get used to the life here in just a few days. He was fascinated by it.
He had forgotten the poor and backward place in Najalil. He suddenly felt that his father had made a wise choice to let him come here. He loved here, loved everything here!