Darkstone Code
Chapter 121 - 0120 Don’t be a bystander

Chapter 121: 0120 Don’t be a bystander

Lynch’s "circle" is very large. Sometimes, if a person or a business wants to grow big, the first step is to let others feel your determination to do so.

If you yourself don’t have the determination to become bigger and stronger, why would others offer a helping hand?

This is a "special behavior" that doesn’t frequently appear in books, with little explanation of the behavior and its effects, but it truly exists.

Initially, if Lynch had told the mayor that he only wanted to be a small-time tycoon, wouldn’t consider expanding the second-hand transaction market across the state, wouldn’t talk about how reviving the second-hand market could lessen the societal burden, wouldn’t mention his willingness to take on the club and revive the sports spirit of Sabin City, wouldn’t talk about how many jobs he could create...

If he just wanted to earn some transaction fees from second-hand deals, maybe he wouldn’t even have had the chance for a lunch with the mayor, and the mayor and the United Transport Association wouldn’t have sold him the club’s shares for just one dollar.

He established an idea, we could say he painted a vision, showing people his determination and potential to realize these dreams, and at the same time, he could solve some problems for others, which is how he was given not just one opportunity but many.

We all understand the value of courage and also the tragedy of rushing forward headlong only to crash against a stone wall.

We know the significance of all qualities, including courage, kindness, benevolence, humility, honesty... We also aspire to possess these noble traits ourselves.

But imagining is just imagining; under normal circumstances, nobody would really run into a stone wall, but when someone proposes the idea and starts to try running, those with the same thoughts, yet unable to achieve them, don’t mind offering a helping hand.

If successful, every bettor is a winner. They’ve proven that flesh and blood can break through solid stone.

If they fail, the others will only show appropriate sadness before the bloody dead in front of the stone wall, summarize the mistakes, and wait for the next practitioner to arrive.

In fact, such people are very common; people like to use the somewhat inaccurate term "speculators" to summarize these runners.

In some respects, Lynch could be considered a speculator, but it’s not a complete depiction. The term could never fully encapsulate the spirit and determination of a true speculator.

"These trucks will be parked here for a while, and then someone will come to take care of them, so you don’t need to worry."

Standing at the club’s entrance, looking at the trucks parked in the club’s parking lot along with Cook and these people, Lynch advised.

Kane nodded meekly, with some anticipation, and asked, "What about me, what should I do?"

He was also somewhat stirred by Lynch’s speech, just like others thought, that to cut away some rotten parts, Lynch had to sacrifice these "upright" people and then find ways to bring them back through "fair" means.

This is just Lynch’s rhetoric, but Kane and those people truly believed it, which is why when one is a bit foolish, they can have many friends.

Lynch took out a business card from his pocket and gave it to Kane, "This is from the United Transport Association. They say there’s a very professional sports team at this address. Contact them and see if you can invite them over."

The United Transport Association is also well aware of the situation in Sabin City; after being idle for several years, expecting these people to regroup and achieve good results might only happen in novels and movies.

In reality, the athletes haven’t maintained their condition well at all; once they decline from their peak state, it’s hard to train back up.

Coaches are the same; years without participation in tactical discussions or competition with other teams leave them completely unclear on current mainstream tactics and coping strategies. They’re already out of touch with the times.

Thus, the United Transport Association kindly provided Lynch with a business card featuring a rather professional coaching team, because the head coach has a somewhat bad temper, so he’s currently idle at home.

Is this help from the United Transport Association for Lynch?

Not entirely; who knows whose path this coach followed, but that’s not important. If he’s competent, Lynch doesn’t mind a bit of eccentricity from a capable person.

But if he’s not competent, he and his supporters will understand the consequences of deceiving Mr. Lynch.

After receiving the business card, Kane immediately hurried to leave; amidst the upheaval at the club, he hoped to quickly rebuild the club as only this would give him peace of mind.

Lynch discussed repairs and the need for more truck drivers with Cook and the others, then left to attend a signing event with the Sabin City Disabled Persons Association in the afternoon.

He’ll employ ten individuals registered with the Disabled Persons Association to work for him, providing just the minimum salary standards needed.

Lynch only needs to pay seventy percent of these workers’ salaries, with the remaining thirty percent supplemented by several different care funds, an initiative to encourage businesses to hire these individuals.

Of course, Mr. Lynch is a benevolent philanthropist; he’ll give a bit more to show his kindness, benevolence, and integrity.

These disabled employees may not bring Lynch much in terms of tax reduction, but their impact on society and their function is indeed formidable.

No major company has ever relied on employing these people as a means to evade taxes — if they hired tens of thousands, or even tens of hundreds of thousands, they probably wouldn’t need to evade taxes as they’d be dragged down by these people.

Lynch’s purpose in doing this stems from his sense of social responsibility; he wants to bear more societal obligations. Moreover, this special group’s influence in society is immensely powerful; they can easily quiet the restless society, making it listen to their voice and swiftly consider their standpoint, a rather formidable, magical ability.

Even the President of the Federal Conservative Party must patiently listen to the ramblings of the Bail Federal Disabled Persons Association’s chairman and provide a positive reply.

Political correctness?

No, this is where the heart lies.

The branch chairman of the Sabin City Disabled Persons Association is a kindly lady who appears to be in her fifties, with perm waves, and some gray in her hair.

Her clothes aren’t luxurious, nor does she wear much decoration, but she’s well-maintained, giving an impression of grace and elegance.

When meeting Lynch, she kept smiling. Apart from crow’s feet, there were no other wrinkles on her face when she smiled.

"Thank you for supporting our cause, and thank you for your kindness and goodness!," in the presence of reporters and some other staff, the chairwoman warmly praised Lynch.

Lynch appeared very humble and composed, he slightly altered his hairstyle to look a bit younger; he’s a crafty bastard, knowing how to handle older women.

"It’s what I ought to do, madam," he proactively held the branch chairwoman’s hand and didn’t release immediately, speaking eloquently, "If the whole society remains indifferent and uncaring towards special groups, then this society is diseased."

"I don’t know what others will do or what they’ll undertake, but I will strive to help them when I can."

"Maybe the assistance I provide won’t change everyone’s life, but I believe the help I give can warm their hearts, letting them trust that this society indeed still holds truth, goodness, and beauty."

The branch chair nodded, "You’re right; as long as there’s hope, there’s definitely a future..."

The two signed before reporters; though not many were present, and this news might not appear on the front page, it will undoubtedly appear prominently, and that’s enough.

Meanwhile, Jogriman hummed a tune as he tidied up his things, carrying a briefcase as he left the office, locking the office door.

Not long ago, he granted Lynch a batch of loans, with the trucks as collateral, slightly overvalued. This is normal; the valuation of second-hand cars is always a mysterious operation, sometimes slightly overvalued, as long as it’s lower than new vehicles.

Lynch has been continuously engaging in operations recently; he just disclosed plans to operate on the land below the club, and people have already begun contacting him, vaguely sensing an unseen force pushing things behind the scenes.

Bank workers feel the current economic landscape more thoroughly than others; at this moment when true tycoons begin to cash out, someone willing to spend two million or more to buy a plot is not a wise choice, it’s almost foolish.

If it can make someone who can easily produce two million or more spend it foolishly, then there must be some irresistible power driving this matter!

This is one of the reasons Jogriman dared to operate for Lynch; if anything goes wrong, he is likely the one in the least trouble, as all his actions comply with the bank’s standard workflow procedures, and minor issues with valuations won’t lead to accountability from above.

Without terrible consequences and powerful support, Jogriman knows what to do.

He drove back to his residence, parked the car, casually checked the mailbox, where an unpostmarked envelope sat silently.

He took it out, glanced at it casually, and raised his brows; an encouraging thank-you letter. This is why he likes Lynch — a sensible young man.

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