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Chapter 193 - 0191 How to Create Profit

Chapter 193: 0191 How to Create Profit

On Sunday, Lynch had been in Bupen for a week, and he still hadn’t spent all the money in his pocket—it was proving harder to spend than he had imagined.

A little past six in the evening, he took a car to an estate in the Bupen Suburbs. Manson accompanied Lynch as an intermediary, along with Vera.

Lynch was an outsider; when outsiders attended local gatherings, they needed to be more formal to better integrate into the local social circle.

Respect was the foundation of social interactions. His demeanor was solemn and respectful, and soon, the people here would open that door wide for him.

At gatherings like this, having a female companion was also a significant aspect.

Vera originally didn’t want to come. After all, attending such a gathering with Lynch could easily lead to misunderstandings. But when Lynch said he’d have to "rent" some girls if she didn’t come, Vera reluctantly agreed.

Upon arriving at the estate, the gathering hadn’t started yet. It was an outdoor affair, and ordinary people were still setting up some necessary items for the event, while others were already chatting.

Lynch’s arrival caught their attention. The person surrounded in the middle smiled and walked over briskly. As the host, he proactively extended his hand, "Herbert, you must be Lynch!"

His tone was firm and certain. Two days ago, he had "seen" Lynch in newspaper pictures and learned about this young man’s remarkable achievements in Sabin City, such a small place.

He greatly admired someone like Lynch, and it had nothing to do with sexual orientation. He simply respected Lynch’s adventurous spirit.

Every financial professional was told about this word—adventurous spirit—when they joined the industry.

Every investment, every speculation, was an adventure. Only those truly possessing an adventurous spirit can achieve greatness here, and Lynch was the one creating miracles filled with adventurous spirit.

This led to him inviting Lynch over for a conversation because this gathering, from a certain perspective, had the potential to change a nation.

Lynch extended his hand and shook Herbert’s, who then introduced him to the others.

Among these people, not all were locals, and quite a few were from other places. They all chose to come here with the same idea as Lynch—it was easier to acquire bonds here.

"Before you arrived, we were just talking about something very interesting..." Herbert was a very approachable person, easy to get along with naturally. He pulled Lynch into the conversation, making those around him chuckle.

Herbert was also laughing, "Just a few days ago, each of us thought only we had come up with this idea, but didn’t expect to have so many friends with the same thoughts."

"It really is surprising and also quite encouraging!"

His voice suddenly rose a bit, attracting the attention of ladies engaged in fashion discussions nearby, who looked over. Soon, they shifted their topic from new movies and fashion trends to Lynch.

Most of the women here were around thirty to forty years old, an age when it’s easy to take a liking to young men.

Lynch wasn’t very old, and although he had dressed maturely in deliberately old-fashioned clothes, the women immediately saw through his youth. Some even quietly asked Vera if she played the teacher role in their relationship.

The boldness of topics women discuss together can often make many men uncomfortable. They could openly converse about private matters, making Vera’s face quickly redden and heat up. She felt she shouldn’t have come.

Faced with these unabashed questions, she felt awkward and couldn’t respond well. Yet, she couldn’t be too aloof, otherwise they might think it was Lynch’s fault—that he hadn’t brought a companion suitable for social circles here, making them feel offended.

With an outcry from the women, the attention of the men was drawn again.

Herbert glanced back at the women who were shouting and laughed, shrugging, "Women, they’re like that!"

His dismissive and indifferent attitude resonated with the most ingrained machismo of all the men present, and they all raised their glasses in agreement with him.

After a few more arrivals, Herbert started to discuss the purpose of gathering everyone together.

"Regardless of those who arrived earlier or later, our purpose is actually the same."

"That is to find a way to make these unredeemable bonds redeemable again."

"I initially thought this was a high-risk speculative move; I was only interested in its high return rates. But when I found out that so many people shared my thoughts, I realized our success rate had greatly increased!"

People gathered around him; he appeared extremely confident. Herbert himself was a well-known financial professional in Bupen, famous for his vision and tactics.

He excelled at discovering hidden treasures and selling them at exorbitant prices.

What people talk about the most is his skill and insight in breaking up companies. Over the years, he has made quite a bit of money using this technique, with a group of investors following him, unwaveringly believing he can continue creating miracles.

Including this bond acquisition this time, many people have invested their money with him, willing to gamble alongside him, which gives him great confidence.

"The power of one person is limited, but the power of ten, a hundred people is limitless!"

Those around him, including Lynch, couldn’t help but nod. Herbert was also a person with distinctive qualities; his continuous success lent him a unique charisma, as if he could influence those around him to firmly believe that he could succeed.

"The purpose of holding this party is to enable us to collaborate as much as possible, aligning objectives, and we can discuss our ideas to find some common ground."

He glanced at those around him, "Who’ll go first?"

There were more than twenty gentlemen present, and the atmosphere was relatively relaxed. At this moment, everyone was looking at each other, and no one stepped forward first.

Herbert was not in a hurry either; he just watched. If necessary, he could speak first himself, as his demeanor was meant to let others perceive his generosity and selflessness.

The calmness lasted about ten to twenty seconds, and just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Lynch stood up as Herbert was about to speak.

"If no one else would like to, how about I share my thoughts?" His sincere and amicable smile was hard to refuse, and Herbert nodded to him.

As no one objected, Lynch began to talk about his thoughts, "I chose to acquire bonds at this time because of their rate of return..."

"The return rate of dozens of times is enough to bring astounding wealth. I heard a saying that when the rate of return exceeds a certain standard, merchants can become crazily reckless in seeking these returns, even at huge risks."

"Some might even use the phrase ’they sell the rope that hangs themselves to the executioner’ to describe our pursuit of profits, but I think they’re wrong..."

Herbert wore a faint smile, revealing no insight into his real feelings, while others laughed, but Lynch’s words soon caught their laughter in their throats.

"As long as the returns are astonishing enough, what could possibly stop us?" Lynch was holding a wine glass, wearing an old-fashioned suit that couldn’t hide his youthful inexperience, yet his words and expressions gave the impression of dealing with a seasoned rascal, "To prevent our investments from stagnating or even remaining silent, I believe we should actively push some things forward."

"The Conservative Party’s utterly foolish strategies have given us this opportunity. If we can promote the new Cabinet government to restore good relations with the international community, the bonds we hold can regain their value."

"Some things are beyond our control, but some are exactly what we excel at!"

Herbert nodded slightly, noting the keyword in Lynch’s words, "new Cabinet."

It was also his notion that, for at least the next ten years, manipulating voters would be easier than ever.

As long as you give those workers a meal, they will cast their votes for the person their employers specify, overthrowing the old President and President’s Cabinet, and electing a new President and Cabinet that align with everyone’s interests, restoring international relations, and obtaining dozens of times, if not more, in returns.

Isn’t this precisely the ultimate goal that every businessman and capitalist tirelessly pursues?

Of course, some found Lynch’s views somewhat... unbelievable or too shocking.

A gentleman in his forties with blond hair expressed his different opinion, "Mr. Lynch, your ideas are indeed constructive, but we still don’t know how much effort it will take to achieve these."

"Moreover, there are still two years until the next election. Each additional day these bonds pile up in our hands is another day’s loss."

"Compared to these, my idea is slightly simpler."

"The world war has severely damaged almost every country, and they are desperately in need of funds to rebuild their countries, which is one of the reasons for their repudiation."

"They cannot allocate limited funds entirely to us, but what if there’s another way?"

His suggestion had a hint of guidance, drawing people to focus attentively, "We invest in post-war reconstruction in their countries with our money, exchanging it for their promised redemption."

"On one hand, we gain profits from reconstruction; on the other hand, we increase the value of the bonds in hand without offending any political system. I believe this is the most appropriate method."

The blond gentleman’s idea immediately gained support from some, as this method was relatively stable and extremely gentle, unlike the extreme approach Lynch suggested.

At this point, someone else presented another idea; indeed, there are always some people’s thought processes in this world that are completely out of sync with others!

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