Early in the morning, Lynch finished his exercise and changed into a set of dry summer clothes. He was eating breakfast while watching the morning news.
The impact of TV news on the newspaper industry was becoming more and more obvious. As the major TV stations began to skillfully grasp the viewing psychology of the morning audience, the sales of morning newspapers began to weaken.
In fact, this was normal. Most people, most of the people in the middle and lower classes, were far less concerned about current affairs than those in the middle and upper classes. Therefore, they didn't care what kind of valuable news they could get during the time between getting up and going to work.
Perhaps for them, interesting was valuable. The TV news was very good at grasping this point. Some TV stations focused on strange news to satisfy some people's desire to do something during breakfast every day.
Lynch didn't read the newspaper. He drank some wine yesterday and didn't want to read the words now. He just wanted to have some fun.
"… Last night, a fire suddenly broke out in a research institute in the suburbs of Bupain. The person who reported the fire said that it may be directly related to irregular experiments. The fire didn't cause any casualties, but the entire research institute has now been reduced to ashes …"
Looking at the sign "XXX Electromechanical Research Institute", Lynch knew that the Megan consortium had begun to clean up the mess.
The biggest difference between consortia, groups, and individual operators was that consortia were a whole. They didn't care about the life and death of a certain enterprise. Once the Megan board decided to cut off the tail to survive, nothing could stop them.
Lin Qi ate the tender fried steak. Beef took a longer time to digest. It was more resistant to hunger and also provided good nutrients. It was the favorite of heavy laborers.
Of course, if you didn't engage in physical labor, you could also eat some beef in the morning. At least it wouldn't have too many disadvantages.
The fried beef didn't feel rough at all. The gravy and sauce blended well together. It was very tender.
Lynch looked at the news. There was no doubt that the fire of the research institute would "destroy" all the technical data. Coincidentally, there was no backup of these technical data.
The Electromechanical Research Institute was burned down. Next was its manufacturer. If nothing unexpected happened, the factory would declare bankruptcy in the near future. Lynch had already found the reason for their bankruptcy.
They spent a lot of money to develop new technologies in the research institute. As a result, some of the technologies gradually matured, but they were burned down and suffered heavy losses.
At the same time, the company was facing some commercial claims. It was very likely that the Megan Financial Group's own shell company would complete the lawsuit through some "self-defense contracts". Before other companies or individuals could file a lawsuit, they would take all the valuables.
Look, the problem was solved. The research institute was burned down, so there was no compensation for the technology. The parent company also went bankrupt. Now, there was no money left.... Only a group of shareholders who didn't know what to do with the shares, and some entities or individuals who had contracts but couldn't find the breaching party..
If these people were not willing to give up, there was a high probability that there would be an endless number of lawsuits.
If he was smart, he could ask for some simple benefits. For example, he could ask for a reasonable discount when buying things from the Megan Financial Group, or simply ask for some compensation.
But what if he wanted the 900 million yuan penalty?
It was not impossible. A long lawsuit was waiting for him. This was the Federation, and he was a Guevara People. The local protection policy could make this lawsuit drag on for decades. In the end, the Megan consortium could even counterclaim. They did not fail to fulfill their promise, but the harassment of the plaintiff affected the company's reconstruction plan and brought huge losses to their image.
Before the Megan consortium made a decision, it was normal to snipe their shares. Once they made a decision, a series of shameless changes would not let them lose too much.
"Mr. Lynch, there is a Mr. Soran who wants to talk to you."
The villa's temporary housekeeper appeared outside the dining room. Lynch didn't live in the villa every day. Naturally, there was no special management team here. So whenever he lived here, the villa's service company would send a temporary service team to serve Lynch.
These people would not invade the host's privacy. If it was not necessary, they would not even go to the second floor, except for the maids, because the maids needed to tidy up the bed and the room.
Lynch nodded. Less than 20 seconds later, a young man in his thirties appeared outside the dining room. He looked a little surprised. It seemed that he was surprised that Lynch was still eating when he entered the house.
He had brown permed hair that was very loose and was dressed in decent clothes. He was an upper-class person.
But Lynch did not pay more attention to him. Instead, he continued to eat breakfast and watch TV.
This situation lasted for about seven or eight minutes before Lynch finished his breakfast.
He came out of the dining room and looked at Soran. He stretched out his hand and asked, "Is this the first time we met?"
Soran stepped forward and shook Lynch's hand with a smile on his face. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, this is the first time we met!"
"I like the Guevara People very much. You are very warm, polite, and well-mannered. That's why I like you!"
Lynch pointed at Soran and impolitely started to talk about a topic that was not suitable for Soran.
He brought Soran to the living room. As they walked, he did not forget to talk about the sensitive topic of race. "I met a lot of people in Guevara, including Genia and some other Guevara nobles.
Everyone is very polite and well-mannered. They are not very good at lying, and they are not very good at 'taking advantage of others'. "
The two walked to the side of the sofa. Lynch pointed at the sofa on the side and gestured for Solon to sit down. "You know, 'take advantage of others'. You might not understand, but this short sentence is actually a proverb."
It roughly means' a true gentleman never challenges his opponent when he is injured. '"
Lynch looked at Soran. "You are also a Guevara noble, right?"
Soran was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded. "Yes."
"Very good, very good!"
The smile on Lynch's face changed very quickly. It seemed more … sincere than before?
Or maybe it was a little more brilliant. The pressure he gave Soran was not small. Obviously, he had a young appearance, but Soran had the kind of pressure he felt when facing his father.
He felt that it was ridiculous and unbelievable. Even though Soran was younger than him, the pressure he felt was real.
"Tell me why you are here …" Lynch paused and looked at the housekeeper. "Would you like some tea or coffee for our guest?"
He looked at Soran when he said the last sentence. The latter only asked for coffee and a little sugar, not milk.
Soran sat on the sofa with his hands clasped together, but he quickly separated them again. He tilted his head slightly and said apologetically, "I would like to apologize for the misunderstanding between us, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch's half-smile made it difficult to tell what he was thinking. "When we introduced ourselves, I remember we said that this is the first time we are meeting each other."
"How can there be a misunderstanding between two people meeting for the first time?"
Lynch looked at him, and Soran had no choice but to avoid Lynch's gaze. It was as if Lynch's gaze had a knife hidden in it, stabbing him until he was bleeding profusely.
When Lynch was chatting with some people in the small room, they told Lynch a principle.
When you wanted to embarrass someone, no matter how the other party responded, you could not just let it go. It would only make people think that you were easy to fool.
Just like now, if Governor Seder apologized to his son and let it go, people would only think that "maybe if I apologized to Lynch after offending him, he would forgive me."
This did not mean that showing tolerance was a bad thing. Tolerance should be built on absolute authority. Only when one had the power to decide the fate of others could it be called tolerance. Otherwise, it was just stupidity.
After a few seconds, Soran lowered his head and once again admitted the mistake he and his father had made. "Mr. Lynch, we made a very stupid mistake. Arrogance and contempt blinded our eyes. Now, we understand our mistake and want to make up for it …"
Lynch nodded slightly. "What do you plan to do?"
Soran was silent for a while. There were many small movements in his hands, and it seemed that he was still struggling.
Coincidentally, the housekeeper brought in a cup of coffee. Soran used the action of drinking coffee to hide his exposed emotions.
In fact, the situation in Amelia was worse than expected. First of all, the country and the Federation had announced a new round of military projects to the public. This was very targeted. In addition to the upcoming military exercises, the ships from Guevra to Amelia were basically all suspended.
It would take at least three months to restore the transportation capacity, which was after autumn. In other words, before autumn, if the locals wanted to send something over, they could only send it by land.
As for land transportation … it was even more troublesome. The anti-government militants wantonly destroyed railway transportation every day, which was a headache. The trains often had to stop after a certain distance to repair the tracks. The original ten-plus days of transportation were infinitely extended.
Without supplies, Amelia would not last until autumn unless Governor Seder decided to give up some unimportant cities and concentrate the troops and supplies in a few important core cities.
But giving up control of the city, even if it was a dispensable city, meant that the Gaffra's power in Amelia was rapidly declining. This would give the anti-government armed groups the illusion that they could win!
A sudden military exercise caused many things to go out of control.