The effect of celebrities was still a very effective means of propaganda in this era. Although people suffered all kinds of oppression, exploitation, and unsatisfactory lives, they were still kind in nature.
In other words, they had not formed an "antibody" yet. They believed that the words of those celebrities were true, and this belief was very firm.
"Celebrities can't lie to ruin their reputation, right? They're not that stupid!"
Of course, this was true most of the time. They were not that stupid to ruin their reputation, but there were exceptions.
For example … the capitalists gave them too much, and they couldn't refuse.
Celebrities and politicians appeared in magazines, on TV, and promoted all kinds of products. This was definitely the best era for capitalists.
Because people were simple, easily deceived, and could not learn from their mistakes.
Take this lighter for example. Lynch didn't even endorse it, nor did he promote it. He just spent one million to buy the lighter that he donated, and this lighter became this year's hottest product.
The two gentlemen looked away from the lighter. Mr. Patu pursed his lips. He always had the rigid manner of the Guevara People, and that was the impression he left on people.
He raised his hand, separated his thumb and index finger, and stroked the beard on his lips back and forth. "He may not succeed this time. The resistance is much greater than he imagined."
Mr. Vaudric expressed his support for Mr. Patu's opinion. "But it's also a good thing for young people to be aggressive. At least it proves that the world is not completely old yet."
The two men were not very optimistic about Lynch's "rise" this time. It was not at the right time. Even if he chose an unexpected path, it would be very difficult for him to succeed.
The two major groups of the early and middle generations had always been very cautious about the rise of new capital forces. When a new industry rose, there would inevitably be old industries that died.
And among these dying industries, there was no lack of major businesses of the major consortiums.
For example … building railways.
Many years ago, the people of the Federation were very enthusiastic about building railways. At that time, the railroad tycoon even said that he wanted to build railways throughout the Federation and even the world.
At that time, the Federation's railways were increasing at a rate of 7,500 kilometers per year. At that time, the most profitable business was building railways.
Even local governments begged the railroad tycoons to build railways to their cities, and they were willing to offer all kinds of preferential policies.
But now … these things had already entered the stage of low profits, and it was no longer possible to make a fortune by relying on the railway.
Improved urban roads and interstate highways, as well as the development of the automobile industry, had completely collapsed. The problem of not being able to travel far without trains had also led to a devastating blow to the industrial chain surrounding the railway.
The rise of the automobile and the decline of the train were just like this, rolling forward like a rubber ball.
Seizing new opportunities was something every consortium had to do. Otherwise, they would gradually be marginalized and eventually eliminated from the market.
No one liked things that reeked of decay. This was a world that was different every day. The rapid development of science and technology made people more fond of new things and hate old things.
If you want to survive, you have to fight.
Airplanes were just like that.
Everyone could see that once the aircraft had established an absolute advantage, it would inevitably become an independent army.
Once an independent air force was established, Lynch's research institute and he would inevitably become the new arms purchasing giant. He could be said to have the most advanced technology at present.
In order to stop him, no matter what he did, he had to fail. Only when he understood who was in charge of this country could those early and middle generation consortiums get what they wanted.
In fact, sometimes bowing down was not an embarrassing thing, especially when bowing down to the top consortiums in the country. For many people, this was a good thing that they did not even dare to dream of.
"But I still feel that he will create more miracles."
Mr. Vaudric could be said to be the person who "watched" Lynch grow up. From a young man who had no value, he quickly developed to the point where he was trying to form his own consortium.
His ambition and ability were all top notch. It was a pity.
Mr. Patu pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly. He seemed to agree with Mr. Vaudric's opinion. Lynch did not lack miracles. He was also good at creating miracles.
"Let's observe silently like before. Maybe he will bring some unexpected changes to us, to the Federation."
While they still thought that the purpose of Lynch forming the Tomorrow's Light Investment Company was to defend his aircraft research institute, the eldest son of the warlord behind him had already arrived in the Federation.
If they did not intervene now, it would be too late. 20% of the shares had already fallen into the hands of the Federation's businessmen, and a large part of the circulating shares had also been lost.
If the company became the Federation's company, the first to be affected would be their business in Marillo.
The warlord couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't leave, so he could only send his most valued eldest son to see if there was a chance to solve this dilemma.
This warlord's son was completely different from the average person. His actions, his temperament, and even just standing there made it impossible for people to ignore his existence.
His lake-blue pupils seemed to hide something mysterious. Many young girls who passed by him could not help but be attracted by his eyes.
The group of more than 20 people were all elites under the warlord. Other than two people who used their brains, the others were all people who used their hands.
If it really came to the last step, they would lose every moment. They would not do nothing.
Whether it was intimidation or really doing something, they had to show the ferocity of the Malory people. They could not let the Federation look down on them.
Not long after, a convoy stopped outside the station. The group of people got on the car.
The warlord's son took off his sunglasses and looked at the empty car. "My uncle didn't come personally?"
The standard Malory pronunciation was a bit strange compared to the Federation's pronunciation, but it was still acceptable.
The person in charge of picking them up was also a Malory. He was the CEO's assistant. "Mr. CEO is discussing the repurchase of shares with the shareholders. He can't leave for the time being."
The warlord's son nodded. He was aware of this matter.
The best way to resist a takeover was to concentrate the shares in the hands of as many people as possible. Only then would they have an advantage in the situation, preferably more than 50% of the shares. Then they would not have to worry about those malicious purchasers causing too much damage to the company's sovereignty.
As long as the company's sovereignty did not change, they could quickly recover the losses they had lost.
The warlords in Marillo were even preparing for a larger scale and grade spring tasting. In addition to inviting the rich people of the Federation, they would also invite the rich people of the world to visit their plantations in Marillo.
As long as they could get through the current crisis, they were confident that they could quickly restore the stock price to normal.
The warlord's son did not continue speaking. The car fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very serious.
The life of a warlord was not completely enjoyable. A "second generation warlord" like him did not completely live in a comfortable world.
Every year, or even every month, there would be some small warlords and medium-sized warlords who wanted to test whether they still had the same ruling power as before.
These probes were often extremely extreme. Armed conflicts, explosions, and even assassinations had never stopped.
The warlord's son had about 30 brothers and sisters. The reason why he couldn't remember clearly was that he only had three younger brothers and one younger sister left.
The other brothers and sisters were either killed by a worthless bullet in a battle or stabbed in the chest by a knife in the middle of the night.
It was not easy to survive in such a world, which also made him have a tragic aura.
He didn't die, so he killed too many people!
It was difficult for people to describe the "murderous aura" in any way. They were not even sure if it really existed. But at this moment, in the car, the people who came to receive him felt the murderous aura floating in the air.
A murderous aura.
The motorcade whistled and disappeared at the end of the road under the envious eyes of people. This kind of thing happened every day in Bupain. Sometimes people were too lazy to be envious. There were too many rich people here.
When the motorcade arrived at the Hourly Building, a manager immediately came out to greet the distinguished guest.
However, as soon as she opened the door and wanted to help the warlord's son out of the car, she was forced back by a look and then pushed away by a palm full of scars and calluses.
"Is my uncle back yet?"
He asked as he walked into the company.
The assistant who caught up glanced at the manager, who shook his head. The CEO might be hiding from this young man.
Thinking about it, sending someone at this time was not to seize power, but to hold them accountable. Moreover, it was the eldest son of the "general". Naturally, the two could only smile. They dared not say anything, nor could they say anything.
If they said anything, they would offend both sides. If they didn't say anything, they wouldn't offend either side.
The warlord's son snorted coldly and continued to walk inside. The people he brought opened the elevator for him and went directly to the top floor.
Two men opened the door of the CEO's office for him. He walked in directly and sat on the huge rhinoceros leather chair that only the CEO could sit on. "Let my uncle come to see me."
"Also, inform all the current shareholders to have a meeting. I have something to announce."
The manager and the CEO's assistant did not immediately agree. The two of them looked at each other for a day and vaguely felt that this would be troublesome. It was actually a very stupid thing to come from Marillo to seize power at this time.
But they had to do so because many of their families were still in Marillo. Unless they didn't go back in their lives and were not afraid of assassination, it was best to be obedient.