Darkstone Code
Chapter 133 - 0132 Cocktail Party

Chapter 133: 0132 Cocktail Party

The money in the bank is a very broad concept. Until the bank has settled an individual or organization’s money in cash, all the money in the bank can be called bank money.

This is also one reason why banks are not too afraid of financial fraud. Sometimes, banks may even actively participate and play a role that might not be very appealing.

The reason is quite simple. For example, if Lynch wants to borrow so much money, he cannot carry all that money on him all the time, nor can he put it in an unsafe place.

The only thing he can do is deposit the loan money into the bank. If you think about it carefully, it seems funny. To some extent, this also satisfies the bank’s risk control.

Sometimes, before lending, the bank will sign a supplementary agreement. The specific amount of the loan will be deposited into a designated special account, which is monitored by the bank.

If the bank deems the risk too high, they can freeze this amount at any time until they believe the risk has decreased.

If a company borrows ten million from the bank, that ten million technically belongs to the company, but it’s still in the bank. What happens if the company suddenly goes bankrupt at this time?

The bank ends up with a ten million bad debt, but it also holds an extra deposit and some early interest...

There are many operational ways here to avoid certain risks. Meanwhile, regarding the bad debts caused by company bankruptcies, the real person in charge is not as panicked as outsiders imagine.

Lynch’s response made Jogriman laugh and cry. He thought Lynch was already playing big, but Lynch considered it just a small amount of money, which completely eased some of Jogriman’s inner cautions.

What he deemed a significant sum was only a handful of beans in Lynch’s eyes, so what was he worried about?

Then Jogriman decided to lend to Dyson Company. The full one million six hundred thousand was transferred into Dyson Asset Management Company’s account the moment Jogriman signed his name.

Looking at this composed young man, Jogriman finally felt something called "dusk" growing inside him. He was getting old.

"Do you have time in the evening?" He asked casually, and Lynch thought for a moment and nodded.

He had no other plans for the evening. In fact, during this stage, many of his tasks were in the coordination period. The main thing was that he had no money. He had been drawing a pie, and now that it was almost done, he naturally needed to find money to fill these plans.

Before the plan is launched, he still has plenty of time and leisure.

Jogriman clapped his hands and made a decision for Lynch, "Come to my house this evening. You should try my wife’s cooking. We can discuss the upcoming work; I’m sure we will have some common topics."

He added, "By the way, you can meet my family."

His regard for Lynch came from two aspects. The first was naturally Lynch’s skillset and mindset, which were too sophisticated for his age, indicating he was unlikely to be an ordinary person.

Secondly, Lynch had a broad vision and a clear overall perspective, which was also very important.

Some people have strong execution abilities but lack an overall perspective. Even if they start faster and better than others, it is difficult for them to go further.

Jogriman believed Lynch could succeed. Sometimes, he suspected that the young man across from him had a soul of about the same age as his own, hidden beneath his youthful skin.

His actions were nothing like what a twenty-year-old could do, which was hard to believe!

Lynch did not reject the goodwill released by Jogriman. Before leaving Sabin City for elsewhere, having a good private relationship with the head of loan services at one of the six major banks would be a powerful help for his career.

If a company wants to grow rapidly, this capitalistic society has already shown people the simplest and most effective method — mergers.

And this precisely requires money, a lot of money.

After leaving the bank, Lynch called Cook and the others. After their last meeting, he asked Cook to find other truck drivers. With only these ten or so drivers, they couldn’t cover all the cities and towns in the entire state. He needed more.

Additionally, these people would become part of the sixty job positions, which was ideal.

After meeting Cook, he handed over the keys, asking him to take the people and temporarily park those things on the club’s vacant land, and to check and maintain the vehicles.

In the evening, he had dinner with Jogriman’s family. In fact, one of Jogriman’s intentions was to strengthen his relationship with Lynch, and another was possibly to introduce his child to Lynch.

He had a son, and like all parents, he worried about his child’s future. If he could invest something in Lynch, he could at least ensure his child would have a comfortable life in the future.

In the following days, Lynch continuously registered branches of Interstellar Trade Company in all cities within the state and discussed the second-hand goods trading content with local City Halls through phone and other means.

With the endorsement from Sabin City’s City Hall and the Progressive Party, Lynch was very confident. Since this was originally the Progressive Party’s territory, his plan did not face too many setbacks. Companies and land in various places were soon approved, which filled him with enthusiasm.

He hadn’t felt this way in many years, which made him sigh and think, being young is indeed a good thing.

On Friday evening, following the information provided by Ferrari, he arrived punctually outside the third-floor hall of the Holiday Hotel in Sabin City. It wasn’t long before Ferrari, in formal attire, came out from the hall and walked to his side.

"There are a lot of important guests today; the Governor’s staff officer is also here. Although he’s also a member of the Progressive Party, his thinking leans relatively conservative, so pay attention to how you express yourself..."

He lit a cigarette, "Finish this cigarette before going in; I’m about to go crazy!" he said with a bitter smile, shaking his head. Around them, about seven or eight people were either standing alone in some corner or gathered in twos or threes, smoking and chatting.

Everyone was very conscious, trying not to smoke in the hall. It could be said they possessed high levels of self-discipline, but more likely, they didn’t want to lose impression points in front of important people.

This banquet, organized by people from the Progressive Party in the form of a cocktail party, is held periodically. People can exchange some experiences and insights, which is what most imagine as "high society social activities."

Naturally, due to his recent active performance and clear stance, Lynch received a formal invitation from the Mayor. Additionally, since one of the Governor’s staff officers was also visiting Sabin City, the Mayor asked Ferrari to inform Lynch and let him attend this banquet.

After waiting for two or three minutes and explaining some things, Ferrari led Lynch into the hall. The party had just started, and some people had not yet arrived, making the entire third-floor hall appear somewhat empty.

Most of the people gathered around the Mayor and the Governor’s staff officer. These gentlemen, dressed in tailcoats, elegantly conversed while holding wine glasses, their reserved smiles making each one seem so friendly. Not a single trace of their terrible appearances, which emerged when they spread jaws wide, could be found.

As soon as Lynch came in, someone greeted him, which is also one of the distinguishing features of the "social standards" of high society.

If a person possesses extremely high value, merely appearing in public will make them a focus, and people will revolve around them.

But not everyone in this world can be such a person. When some shine brighter, naturally, others appear dimmer.

These dimmer individuals will actively circulate around those who shine brightly, hoping that some of their light falls on them, making themselves seem less dim.

Opportunities are never awaited; only by actively striving can you grasp the opportunity. This is also the ultimate truth here!

"You must be Mr. Lynch, right?" A middle-aged man, about thirty-seven or eight, slick and polished, came over proactively. He even took a glass of wine for Lynch from the tray of a passing waiter, "Nice to meet you, I’m Lunit; you might not have heard of me..."

Lynch indeed hadn’t heard of this name. In the territory of the Progressive Party, merchants who could establish a foothold and do business here were generally supporters of the Progressive Party, and Lunit was no exception, providing political donations annually on time.

Yet, he wasn’t very famous. Compared to others, he seemed insignificant. He was just a small trader; being here was merely as a die-hard supporter of the Progressive Party.

Small traders like him would actively seek acquaintances with everyone, making them appear somewhat humble. However, once they leave here and return to their own factories, they become the most ferocious tyrant king ruling everything in terrifying ways.

Lunit operated a clothing and blanket factory, but business had not been good recently, leaving him overwhelmed. His factory had basically shut down completely.

Traders like him did not have strong risk resistance capabilities in the current conditions, which was why he behaved humbly.

As he kept boasting about how exquisite the goods produced by his factories were and their low prices, he was also trying to find some opportunities from Lynch.

"I know about that second-hand goods auction you organized. I must say it’s a great idea. Do you think there might be a possibility for cooperation between us?"

His gaze fixed on Lynch, carrying a hint of hope, some desire, and some readiness for disappointment.

He initially thought he would face a response destined for disappointment. The banquet had just started, and within fifteen minutes, he had heard five similar responses; Lynch’s might be the sixth.

But unexpectedly, Lynch gave him an answer that was somewhat different.

"Why not?" Lynch asked in return.