Mr. Vaudric returned home just after noon. His wife was a little surprised. "Don't you have work in the afternoon?"
Mr. Vaudric, who took off his coat, smiled. "Lynch is coming in the afternoon. I have something to talk to him about …" He paused. "Where's Sevillera?"
Since Sevillera was politely rejected by Lynch last time, she had been depressed for a long time. As her father, Mr. Vaudric was very pleased.
Emotional trauma played a crucial role in a person's growth. Apart from pain, emotional trauma brought more growth, especially in the spiritual aspect.
In the past, he had neglected the positive effect of emotional trauma on one's growth. But now, someone had completed these things without further hurting his baby daughter, which made him very satisfied.
Since being rejected by Lynch, Sevillera had devoted all her energy to writing and running her personal brand.
This was a good thing. At least she had understood the benefits of taking the initiative to work hard for her future, instead of waiting passively.
Mr. Waldrick never cared about the opinions of ordinary people when he was thinking about these issues. He didn't think that it was too much for his daughter to publish a book on her own in her twenties and have her own personal brand. He felt that it was normal. After all, this was the only way to prove how good his genes were.
Of course, if he could avoid the meeting between Sevillera and Lynch, he would naturally avoid it. That was why he asked.
"She invited several designers to the company today to discuss the autumn show …" Although it was only summer, people in the fashion industry had already begun to rack their brains for autumn and winter clothing and color matching issues.
After a while, about June, Bennett would hold this year's "Midsummer Fashion Week". No brand would miss such an opportunity.
Mr. Vaudric nodded with satisfaction. He kissed his wife on the cheek and went upstairs to work.
Even if he was at home, there were still many things in the company that he needed to deal with. Telephone office.
Telephone office was a very trendy term recently. It was said that it was related to a telephone exchange patent. The new patent greatly reduced manual work, which allowed telephone conferences to be held anytime and anywhere.
The timeliness of the service made it highly sought after. Of course, its price was also very high, but for those who needed it, they could afford it.
After reviewing several documents, Mr. Vaudric took a nap. He woke up very early every morning, so he needed a nap to replenish his energy.
Bob Payne and the presidents of the Federation had always been a diligent group of people. A few years ago, when the Federation's economy was still very good, a TV station made a documentary that recorded the lives of seven presidents for a week.
The documentary was an unprecedented success as soon as it was broadcast. People were curious about the lives of the rich and the upper class, and this program satisfied their curiosity.
People realized that the seven CEOs who were interviewed had very disciplined lives. Every day, they would wake up at five o 'clock at the earliest and six o' clock at the latest. They would work for the whole day.
These people didn't participate in any debauched parties, and they didn't even attend many cocktail parties.
They didn't eat high-calorie food, mostly vegetables and green plants. Every morning and night, they would maintain at least half an hour of exercise before going to bed.
Many people thought that their lives were dull and boring, just like ascetics. Some people admired them. They were already so rich and had so much status, but they didn't care about enjoying life at all.
It was also because of the performance of these presidents that a very popular phrase was born at that time. People who are richer than you work harder than you, how long do you want to lie in bed?
Well, the film crew only slightly neglected the two-hour afternoon nap and the rest time after dinner for these CEOs. People only saw their busy lives …
When it was almost two o 'clock, Lynch came over.
Mr. Vaudric, who woke up from a deep sleep, quickly changed his clothes. This kind of life was daily for him. He also had a lounge in the company's office for his afternoon nap.
As far as he knew, almost all the presidents of the same level as him, the company's senior executives, most of them had a separate lounge in their offices …
After a simple greeting, Lynch and Mr. Vaudric entered his study. The latter made a cup of coffee for Lynch without asking any questions. When he sat down, he surprisingly asked, "Are you here to surrender?"
There was a hint of scrutiny, playfulness, helplessness, and finally, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Even he, the president, couldn't do anything about the decision made by the consortium he was in. The document he signed, his position, was torn up just like that.
It didn't matter even if he had to compensate for the breach of contract.
Mr. Vaudric didn't show strong dissatisfaction when faced with these problems. He always obeyed the final decision of the board of directors. It seemed that he was very suitable for his job and the game of capital.
However, only he himself knew that he had a temper.
Everyone had a temper, including God. There was no such thing as a person without a temper in this world, but sometimes it was very naive to show that one had a temper.
Plus, there was no point in showing it, so he might as well not show it.
In his opinion, Lynch was probably here to surrender. He knew that the people on the board of directors had contacted the tax bureau where Lynch registered his company. If nothing unexpected happened, they should have started to check Lynch's accounts.
Everyone was afraid of having their accounts checked. Even Mr. Vaudric himself was afraid of having his accounts checked. This didn't mean that he was really suspected of tax evasion, but these things were very complicated. The laws of the Federation were also very complicated.
Even if everything he did in Buen was legal, it might not be legal in other states. When the game of capital reached its climax, they would even push Congress to file a case to snipe their opponents.
You didn't break the law before, but now you did. This was the power of capital.
If you said you were innocent, would you really be innocent?
In the end, the law had the final say, and behind those who made the law stood countless capitalists!
It was terrifying.
Lynch paused as he picked up the cup of coffee. Then he chuckled. "So, do you want me to surrender or declare war?"
Mr. Vaudric stirred the coffee in his cup. His attention seemed to be focused on the coffee cup. "I don't know. Neither choice is the best choice for you."
His gaze gradually moved from the coffee cup in his hand to Lynch's face. "If you surrender, it means that you are not invincible. Some people will start to covet your business."
"If you come to declare war, to be honest, I don't think you have any chance."
"Many people don't have a specific understanding of a consortium. They think it may be a large enterprise, but in fact, it's not just that."
"Once you declare war on the consortium's board of directors, the first thing you will have to face is production problems. Some things you can't buy, and some of your former sellers will refuse to sell your goods for you."
"Secondly, they will attack the market. They will quickly create a business with the same content as you based on your business."
"If you sell cups, they will also create a company that sells cups. Then, the price will be lower than yours, and the distribution will be wider."
"Including the business in Najalil now. It will be difficult for you to buy goods from suppliers related to our group in the future. The necessary goods and talents in the construction industry will be gone. Even some cargo ship companies will refuse to transport for you."
"I believe you know this as well. No matter what you choose, it's not the best choice."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. Then, he picked up a cube of sugar from the table and threw it in. He stirred the coffee again.
The Federation people liked to add milk and sugar to their coffee. Some would even add cocoa powder. There was a joke. A group of foreigners asked how to open the Federation's catering market. Their salesperson told them that they just needed to give the customers enough sugar packets.
Lynch tasted the bitterness of the coffee. He pursed his lips. "I'm here to declare war. At the same time, I'm also here to look for comrades."
"You're not talking about me, are you?"
Vaudric laughed out loud. "You're really funny. Do you really think you can persuade me to help you deal with the financial group behind me?"
He shook his head and smiled. "That's impossible, Lynch. Although we have a good relationship, I know it's impossible."
"Even if I'm on your side, we can't win."
Lynch retorted with certainty. "We can win."
"How?"
Vaudric's expression gradually became serious. He analyzed, "Soran signed a long-term order with the group for a total of 600 million (not a one-time payment). He is also willing to help the group's products open up a market in Gefra."
"We contacted the construction minister of Gefra through some channels. The other party confirmed Soran's statement. If our products perform well in the Amelia region, Gefra will give us an order. At the same time, they are willing to include us in the list of important partners."
"This is very important. This means that we will soon be able to open up a market in the international market. Gefra's strength in the past will make many people blindly follow their decisions. This could be a huge project worth a few billion or even a few billion."
"Let me say something presumptuous. With so much profit, it's enough to drive the financial group to do even more crazily."
Vaudric was very clear. Money moved people's hearts. In fact, he was also very tempted. As long as the production could keep up, just the profits in the Amelia region alone would be at least 100 million. He would be able to get a few million for himself, not to mention that the profits were actually more than 100 million.
One had to consider the profits in transportation, the cost of installation, the cost of engineers, and the cost of maintenance in the later stage. These were all money!
And this money could also generate an endless stream of money. Whoever did not let the financial group eat this would be the financial group's mortal enemy!
Not even the president!