There was no 'what ifs'!
That one sentence shattered the illusion that Mr. Herbers and the people around him had been deceiving themselves. There was no 'what ifs' in this matter.
"Thank you for providing us with the most professional consultation at this time. Good night, gentlemen."
The lawyers politely said goodbye to their employers on the other end of the phone. As excellent lawyers, their consulting fees were not cheap. Half a day of consulting was enough for each of them to earn at least five to six hundred frats, or more than a thousand federal sols.
It was no wonder people always envied lawyers. They could earn a lot of money just by sitting down and talking.
After ending the call, Mr. Herbers leaned against the sofa, feeling a little tired. He suddenly felt a little dizzy, followed by a strong sense of hunger. He could not even think.
It was only then that he realized it was already night time. He had missed lunch and dinner. He had to force himself to stay awake. He stomped the ground with his walking stick to attract the others' attention. "Gentlemen, we've been discussing for the whole day. Shouldn't we eat something?"
"I don't want to fall sick before Lynch does anything to us!"
He was the first to stand up. After sitting for the whole day, he almost fell back down again. Fortunately, the people around him caught him in time.
"I'll visit Mr. Lynch and test his opinion …" He voiced his thoughts, which gave the others some hope.
After a hasty dinner, Mr. Herbers dressed up meticulously and picked some expensive gifts. He brought them to the hotel to visit Lynch.
Although the delegation had arrived last night, all the ceremonies were completed today. This meant they could not leave today. Their tickets were booked for tomorrow morning, and they would be staying here for the night.
However, compared to yesterday's joy, everyone was a little disappointed today. Hundred Flowers Street was closed. The reason was that a case had happened there, and to protect the scene, it was temporarily closed.
Everyone could only return empty-handed. In fact, they knew very well why Hundred Flowers Street was closed, but some things were better left unsaid.
If they did not say it out loud, they were smart. If they said it out loud, they could only be considered stupid.
As soon as he returned to the hotel, he didn't even have time to change his clothes when the front desk in the lobby called his room.
The assistant answered the phone and asked Lynch, "Mr. Herbers, who claims to be your friend, wants to see you …"
Lynch was stunned for a moment before a smile appeared on his face. "Yes, he's my friend. Let him come up."
After hanging up the phone, the assistant felt a little strange, but also a little worshipful. "You have friends everywhere you go. Do you have friends all over the world? How do you know so many people?"
Lynch was in a good mood. He teased, "Because we are friends with money, we are also friends!"
Helen felt that this sentence had some profound meaning. She could feel it, but she couldn't sum it up. She couldn't help but be a little dazed.
Although Lynch's education was not high, only at the high school level, he could always say some very philosophical words, making it hard for people to think that he was only a high school graduate.
This also made Helen feel a sense of self-denial sometimes. Although she was not a famous university student, she was still a university student. Yet, she was inferior to Lynch in every aspect. Was she really such a failure?
Not long after, the doorbell rang, and Mr. Herbers knocked on the door.
The assistant opened the door and received the gift from Mr. Herbers. He placed it on the coffee table in front of Lynch.
The hotel was equipped with an individual suite for each of the main members of the diplomatic mission. After all, they had booked the entire floor, so there were plenty of rooms. At that moment, they were in the living room of the suite.
Mr. Herbers handed his clothes to the butler who accompanied him as he walked to the sofa. "It's a worthless trinket. I heard that you like watches and pens. I happen to have some good things in my collection. Maybe you'll like them."
Whether it was the people of the Federation or nobles like Mr. Herbers, there was no such thing as hypocritical modesty in the social etiquette of the world. People would not say things like, "It's too expensive, I can't accept it." Even more so, they would not act like, "You're being too polite."
The assistant accepted the gift generously, and Lynch opened it generously. He first opened the box of the watch. It was a very exquisite platinum watch.
"Platinum body, sapphire surface, and dial. This is … one of the three watches made by the master in … this year."
Mr. Herbers introduced the watch in a slightly ostentatious tone.
It was indeed very expensive. Its maker was a famous master in the entire industry. Every four years, he would only make three purely handmade watches. The price of each watch was enough to make some people's jaws drop.
The price ranged from a few hundred thousand to a few million. It was already comparable to the market value of some companies. Even so, every batch of watches was very popular. People were willing to pay a lot of money for these things. After that, they would only put it in the display cabinet. They might not wear it even once in their lifetime.
The cost of this watch was considered average. It only cost about 600,000. Now, it had risen to millions, and it would rise even more in the future.
Lynch nodded with satisfaction. He took it off and said, "Thank you." Then, he put it back on the watch holder and opened another box at the same time.
It was a fountain pen inlaid with gems. It cost 180,000 Frav. This fountain pen was also a handmade product. Its maker's family had always served the Gevra royal family. The fountain pen used by the emperor came from this family.
Some people once joked that the name signed on a contract with this brand of fountain pen was exactly the same as the name signed by the emperor. From this, one could see how noble it was.
Lynch also liked to collect these fountain pens. He always felt that carrying two fountain pens would make him more cultured and elegant. However, the people here did not know what elegance was.
He thanked him again. He had to admit that Mr. Herbers had chosen the two gifts with great care. They were both things that Lynch liked. He had spent a lot of money on gifts that were worth millions.
"I thought you would be on vacation at the Federation or somewhere else …" After Lynch put the fountain pen back, he looked at Mr. Herbers. The smile on his face was more enthusiastic than usual, but in Mr. Herbers' eyes, there was something chilling about it.
"… I didn't expect us to meet in Gevra. Are you here to wait for me?"
Lynch looked at him. His question was very tricky, making Mr. Herbers' scalp tingle slightly.
His purpose of coming here was to maximize the off-site factors, but he could not say these words. If he said these words, he would offend Lynch. Mr. Herbers reacted quickly. "I'm here to witness a historical moment."
He cleverly avoided answering Lynch's question in this way. "Once the Federation and Gevra reach an agreement, it means that the two most powerful countries in the world are united. Just like what the newspaper said, the process of world peace will take another step forward."
"Once the Federation and Gevra reach an agreement, it means that more opportunities will appear. This is my purpose."
"And you know, people like me can't stay idle. I'm here today and there tomorrow. Mr. Lynch, you're really surprising. Before I saw the news, I didn't even know that you were in Gevra. I thought you were still in Najalil."
He carefully probed and observed Lynch with a smile. He wanted to see how Lynch would answer.
Lynch's answer was equally quick. "This time, our main studio is to discuss some commercial cooperation and some private business tenders, so we need some businessmen to come. I'm just one of them."
"The joint development company is currently developing well. The directors and chairmen of the board of directors are treating me well. Seeing that I'm relatively young, they let me broaden my horizons."
Herbers cursed in his heart. He suddenly realized that he might fall into Lynch's trap. It had something to do with his appearance.
This little b * stard's appearance was too deceiving. You could never guard against a young man in his twenties who looked as white as a sheet of white paper with a smile on his face. He was too careless!
Mr. Herbers forced a smile. "I've heard a funny joke recently …"
He looked at Lynch. Lynch also cooperated and asked, "What's the funny joke? Why don't you tell me and let me hear it?"
"Someone said that the loan between you and me this time is a trap set by you. You want to swallow the principal and interest. Don't you think this joke is ridiculous?"
As he spoke, he laughed out loud, as if he really took this as a joke.
Lynch also laughed meaningfully. "Of course it's ridiculous. I wouldn't do such a thing to a friend!"
Mr. Herbers was not relieved by Lynch's answer. Instead, he noticed that something was wrong because Lynch had never explicitly stated that the two of them were friends.
He looked at Lynch enthusiastically and expectantly. "Are we friends?"
Lynch also replied with a smile. "Of course, we're the best partners!"
Lin Qi did not give a direct answer, which made Mr. Herbers a little uncertain. However, the things that Lin Qi had shown made him wonder if he was overthinking things.
He was a little confused and doubtful, but that was all he could do. He could not force Lynch to say what he wanted to hear. That would be too deliberate.
"I have some friends here. When you come over, I'll hold a party for you," Mr. Herbers said amiably.
"I've lived in Gaffra for a long time, so I'm very familiar with all aspects of this place. I'm considered half a local. You have to give me a chance to perform!"
Lynch nodded. "Sure, give me a time and place …"
Mr. Herbers' visit did not last long. He left after arranging the time and place of the party in the Imperial Capital.
After sending Mr. Herbers and his butler out, the assistant asked curiously, "Are you good friends?"
Lynch smiled and did not answer directly. "That's why I prepared a big surprise for him."