Darkstone Code
Chapter 122 - 0121 Lynch Encountered Terrible Treatment

Chapter 122: 0121 Lynch Encountered Terrible Treatment

It’s another Saturday. Lynch is sitting on a row of empty tiered seats. There are quite a few reporters below, much more than last time.

Revitalizing the secondhand goods market and reducing unnecessary waste in consumption have become a new policy promoted by the mayor. This also means that Lynch’s secondhand goods auction will be semi-officially promoted throughout the state.

If they do well in the state, the Progressive Party’s territories and even the entire Federation will start to push this new commodity system.

Promotion is the first step. Last week, the mayor, including Ferrari and others, did not believe Lynch’s thing could create any miracles. They just wanted to use the crowd gathered by Lynch for some positive publicity about the mayor.

But unexpectedly, the outcome was surprisingly good. Plus, Lynch was willing to cooperate with the mayor’s action, giving all the "credit" to the mayor, which led to so many reporters coming this time.

At the same time, it is also a test. If this auction event severely lags behind the last one in the suburbs, then Lynch’s plans regarding secondhand goods transactions will have to be put on hold for a while.

The large number of reporters were excitedly discussing and taking pictures. Perhaps this was their first assignment where they could earn some extra money.

The money wasn’t much—fifty dollars in cash per person plus some inconspicuous small gifts like pens, notebooks, and an unopened roll of film, totaling less than eighty dollars. But it was enough to make them very satisfied.

The reporters of this era are really easy to please. Such small things could change their stance. But perhaps in the future... even eight hundred dollars might not get them to glance.

The auction event commenced on schedule. This time, they used a stadium to add more seats. Meanwhile, Lynch also made another decision: without an invitation card, no one could enter.

This was not his refusal of wealth but for the sake of regularization.

From the first stage, the scene was lively. Possibly because of the outburst last time, people became very interested in trading secondhand goods. Especially in some related reports, some people purchased some brand-new items at about sixty percent of their original price, which was astonishing.

Among the people around, there were some who actually didn’t intend to buy anything but just wanted to take a look. Yet all these people couldn’t escape the fate of eventually spending money.

Lynch watched the whole process with calm composure, while Ferrari sat nervously beside him, constantly asking Lynch how things were going. This auction would determine the future direction of this matter.

Compared to Lynch, the person involved, Ferrari was somewhat less composed.

"Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems," Lynch reassured him for the umpteenth time. Ferrari could only smile wryly and stay quiet for a while—just a while.

After a while, he couldn’t help but ask again. He was very concerned about Lynch, about whether Lynch could grow healthily, whether he could become a towering tree, whether he could become his supporter.

Based on the experience from last week, the auction which should have started after two o’clock began more than an hour early, starting at one o’clock. However, it still exceeded the planned schedule, barely ending by seven o’clock.

The staff began entering the venue to clean up the mess. The young guys sat nearby, anxiously waiting for the verdict of their fate. Vera and her subordinates were quickly doing the calculations.

Around seven-thirty, the final result came out: four hundred eighty thousand, and Lynch couldn’t be bothered with the small change.

This total was less than a thousand dollars lower than last week. It seemed like a good result, but in reality, it could only be considered barely passing. Because the scale was larger this time, and the reason it wasn’t bad was that there was no villa auction, lacking some explosive attractions.

Overall, it was still quite satisfying.

Then Vera handed Lynch another sheet, which he put in his pocket after reading, with no intention of showing it to others.

This sheet recorded how much he earned tonight—over one hundred ten thousand.

Twenty thousand came from auction transactions, and the rest was from baseline profits and profit-sharing from the profit line. Overall, he was quite satisfied, but he couldn’t let others see this sheet.

Next was the time for profit distribution, which was the moment the young guys were most looking forward to.

"Richard..." Lynch sat behind the table piled with cash and called out Richard’s name. The latter immediately stood out with a beaming smile.

Lynch looked at this young man, nodding, "This time you got first place; you can get... four thousand one hundred dollars." He counted out four thousand one hundred dollars from the table and stuffed them directly into Richard’s arms.

Richard’s smile couldn’t be contained, and the young guys behind him and those standing in other places had their eyes turn red.

Without a doubt, Richard was a scoundrel, a shameless person, a rogue, a despicable villain!

Lynch only recently found out that he actually targeted those lonely old people. But he had to admit, his insight was the best among everyone here because those lonely old people needed communication the most, even if they had to pay for it.

He keenly grasped the method to make people spend money, and shamelessly realized it, which was one of the reasons he became the first this time.

Another reason is that he "reallocated" a hundred seats from the paperboys to his subordinates, for which he gave the paperboys some extra money.

As for why the paperboys sold these seats, it was actually under Lynch’s instruction.

Lynch’s goal was not to let people know that working here can earn money, but to create a concept that the auction seats themselves are valuable, and even represent a tradable asset.

In the end, he might not even need to profit from the goods, as just the auction quotas released each cycle could bring him incredible wealth!

After moving Richard aside, Lynch looked at Wood, "Wood, you’re second, three thousand seven hundred ninety-five bucks..." He counted the money and handed it over.

Wood, a bit nervous yet excited, put the money into a bag he had prepared, thanked his boss Lynch, and happily returned to his group.

Lynch continued distributing money to these people until the last unlucky guy took his share.

In fact, he’s not really unlucky; this last guy was older, looked serious, and seemed not good at stirring up the atmosphere, unlike the luckier Wood.

So he only made less than three hundred bucks profit, although he paid five hundred bucks for the seat, meaning he lost money.

He’s not the only one who lost; others also did. Simply put, about sixty thousand in profits were split among fifty people. The top took a large share of the profit, most of the rest broke even, and the worst only lost two hundred bucks, merely a month’s salary for an average worker.

This was within everyone’s tolerance range and simultaneously made everyone excited and thrilled because Lynch had proven that as long as they worked hard, anyone could become Richard, Wood, and a part of this wealth legend.

Next, Lynch had Cook drive over to take these lads to the hotel he had booked—besides buying trucks, Lynch also bought two buses for short-distance transportation within the city.

A week of intense preparation ended with a good result, and Lynch needed to let the lads relax and reward them a bit.

Seizing the moment is not just someone’s idea; it is a shared view of the entire society!

He individually treated the ladies to a very exquisite and sumptuous dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, not only Vera and the previous girl, but also three new girls this time.

Branches in other cities for Lynch are being prepared, and one can never have too many accountants, who are very important.

Just like today, no matter how much Lynch hides, at least Vera knows how much income he has; it’s something that cannot be hidden. Future branch operations and accounting will be managed by dispatched accountants, and as long as he controls the branch’s accounts, Lynch won’t fear those bastards messing around.

After the dinner was almost over, a waiter pushed a luggage cart over, and the ladies were all drawn to it.

On the luggage cart were five kraft paper bags, stamped with Bail Federal’s famous brand "Li Bao," a luxury accessory brand, mainly offering all kinds of ladies’ accessories, with bags being one of them.

Lynch handed each of them one, and apart from a different style of new season bag, there was also an extra surprise inside—a small pendant worth about one or two hundred bucks.

When these girls face such immense sums of money, if they don’t get some benefits, they would gradually lose their psychological balance.

This situation is common; most people in society seeing the likes of Richard and comparing their incomes would feel unbalanced, and accountants too.

To reduce the likelihood of them being bribed, Lynch didn’t mind spending this little money. Each girl receiving the bag was overjoyed, and even two young girls came over to give Lynch a kiss on the cheek to express their gratitude and surprise.

Indeed, just the bag plus the small pendant cost over three thousand bucks, and such generous bosses are truly rare these days. People haven’t realized that reasonable extra expenditure contributes to an unexpected decrease in capital.

Good wine, good food, and a grand spectacle, maybe taking advantage of Lynch, the other two girls were also cajoled by the first two to peck Lynch on the cheek.

Lynch could only show a helpless smile, sitting in the chair getting "teased" by the girls in turn, looking utterly miserable, and soon the four girls who kissed Lynch began to continue making a fuss.

Alcohol truly is a scary thing, and under their coaxing, even Vera eventually gave Lynch a peck on the cheek, just a small one.

Lynch jokingly said he planned not to wash his face for a week to let the girls’ lip prints linger longer, making the girls even more lively. Bosses like this indeed are not many.

After some ruckus, Lynch arranged for the hotel staff to take them up to rest. These girls were young, and youth means not knowing moderation; they drank quite a bit, and Lynch didn’t feel safe letting them go home alone, so he booked rooms at the hotel.

And he, on the other hand, found a driver to drive his car and send Vera home.

This time, as with before, he didn’t let the driver drive in, just had the car remain outside the community gate.

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