The next day, which was Saturday morning, Ferrar came to the warehouse area again. He also brought some things needed to decorate the exhibition.
There were some large posters that could link the auction with the City Hall and the mayor's policies.
What was even more surprising was that the local newspaper's report on the secondhand goods auction had all included content related to the mayor. For example, the secondhand goods auction was organized and organized by Lynch and others under the mayor's influence.
It seemed like there were only a few sentences, but in fact, the mayor had already taken all the credit. He even arranged a backup plan, which was Lynch and the others. Besides Lynch, there were others, but it was unclear who they were.
Maybe there were three to five people, or maybe it was just Lynch alone. Of course, this was also a necessary process for Lynch to get subsidies or some preferential policies.
The seemingly backward system was actually unexpectedly transparent. Some things couldn't be hidden at all. Since it couldn't be hidden, then it would be better to make it seem more in line with the rules.
"Next Tuesday noon, the mayor has 40 minutes for you to have lunch together."
Ferrar, who was standing at the scene, looked at the City Hall workers who were fiddling with the posters and banners while talking to Lynch about this matter.
He tilted his head and glanced at Lynch. He didn't see any unhappiness or negative emotions on Lynch's face.
In the Bailey Federation, dinner was the most important meal of the three meals a day. Most of the time, breakfast and lunch would be shortened as much as possible, reducing the content of the meal to save time for other things.
This gave dinner a more special meaning, such as formal, such as grand, such as sumptuous, such as …
In short, if it was a meeting for the purpose of eating together, choosing lunch might make people feel that the other party was looking down on the meeting.
Ferrar thought that Lynch would be unhappy and feel like he was being looked down on.
He knew this feeling very well. Most young people, especially outstanding young people, almost never encountered any kind of setback. Except for those irresistible natural factors, anyone who failed to interfere would make them angry.
The more successful a young man was, the angrier he would be when faced with such a situation. He didn't know if Lynch was hiding his anger or if he was really as calm as he appeared.
As the bridge between Lynch and the mayor, Ferrar explained dutifully, "The mayor originally planned to arrange a dinner with you, but the schedule has been pushed back to more than a month later, so …"
He shrugged, hoping that Lynch could understand how secretive the schedule of a politician at the mayor's level was and how complicated it was to change it.
"I understand."
Lynch nodded. He didn't explain that he really didn't mind having lunch with a "small fry" like the mayor.
Before he transmigrated, most of the people who ate with him every day represented an era, a different world's mayor … That was all. He respected the mayor, but he didn't revere him.
Lynch didn't want to say more, so Ferrar naturally didn't say more. He began to habitually enter his new identity.
To be honest, before he got off work yesterday, he still had all kinds of dissatisfaction, confusion, and self-blame.
But this morning, when he saw the bank transfer five thousand dollars to his account, he suddenly became relaxed. Five thousand dollars wasn't a small amount, even for someone like Ferrar.
It might not be comparable to the seventy-five thousand dollars that was transferred to the mayor's political donation account at the same time, but this money, this five thousand dollars, belonged to him, not the office, not the mayor.
As long as he accepted this identity and the convenience it brought, Ferrar felt that Lynch was a good young man. This might be the first small capitalist to reach out a hand of friendship to him. He was also considering whether to be more "intimate" with Lynch.
Mayor's aides like Ferrar usually came into contact with a lot of capitalists. They would become the communication channel between power and wealth, but they didn't have power, and it was difficult for them to obtain wealth.
Those capitalists would only accurately invest their money in the people who held power. People like Ferrar would at most obtain some insignificant extra income in life and work.
Wouldn't the capitalists be worried that they would offend their aides because they didn't bribe them well? Would they let their aides speak ill of them in front of the people in power and ruin their plans?
Actually, they wouldn't, because there was a special group of "channels" here. They were called "brokers."
Most of these people came from the upper class of society. They were celebrities and former politicians. They had very deep connections in the political and financial circles. When the capitalists needed to convince some people, they didn't need to do it through their aides. They would let the professional political brokers help them convince all the people they needed to convince.
This was another disadvantage of Ferrar's job as an aide. Their glory and power were only a facade in front of people. When the people behind them made a decision, their opinions and thoughts would become unimportant.
Only if their performance was very outstanding, or if the politician they served was a high-level or even a top politician in the Federation, otherwise, it was very difficult for capitalists to invest heavily in someone like an aide.
The mayor wasn't considered to be in the upper middle class of the Federation's power structure. Naturally, Ferrar was only familiar with the local businessmen so far.
He also needed help!
These people quickly rearranged the venue in less than forty minutes. These people were very professional. They knew how to make this place look more suitable for the mayor's needs.
There were two large posters erected on both sides of the platform. The mayor was in the middle of the poster with a bright smile on his face. He even gave the mayor two thumbs up. Around him were various products and discounts. This scene seemed familiar.
It was a little exaggerated, but it allowed people to understand the mayor's role here. For people at the bottom of society, they wouldn't interpret anything more meaningful. The easiest way to let them understand that the chicken laid an egg was to let them see the chicken lay an egg instead of describing it.
"Alright, let's get ready …" Lynch nodded. He waved his hand and ordered people to keep an eye on the blue vests as they moved the items out of the warehouse.
Things were often lost in the warehouse area, so it was necessary to keep an eye on these people. It was undeniable that most of the blue vests were good, but there were always a few people who dragged down the whole group's image.
Ferrar didn't go back immediately. He planned to wait for the auction to end before going back. He wanted to get the first-hand information and analyze it with the other aides. After that, he wanted to confirm if he should invest more time and energy on Lynch.
The two of them had a quick lunch at noon. It wasn't even two o 'clock in the afternoon, but a little after half past one, people had already arrived at the venue.
These people were holding posters in their hands. As soon as they arrived, they went around asking if they could use the posters to exchange for a belt. It was obvious that Lynch's strategy was very successful. No one had ever used the method of getting something for free before. Society hadn't developed a resistance to it yet.
The staff, mainly Richard and the others, immediately went up to them and divided the guests who came to participate in the auction among themselves.
In fact, every poster was different. If one was careful enough, they would notice that there was an obvious color block in the upper left corner of the back of the poster. Some were red, some were yellow, some were purple, and some were blue. There were many colors.
These color blocks represented the different "salesmen" they came from. For example, Richard's poster was embossed with gold on the upper left corner. He had added his own money to show that he was different from the rest.
These people would be arranged to their own seats. Then, the transaction amount of these people in the auction would be calculated separately to ensure that the salesmen's income was correct to the greatest extent.
At the same time, it also allowed these people to have a more intuitive understanding. Sometimes, it wasn't enough to find more people than others. They also had to have the ability to spend!