Blackstone Code Chapter 1015: Same words, different people
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After Lynch came out, the operations director of the Security Committee greeted him, "What did you talk about?"
He was curious as to why Lynch stayed in the room for so long. Something must have happened during this period that they didn't expect, but the general direction could still be confirmed.
That is, Isabella will definitely try her best to persuade Lynch to support her, and in the Federation, the only big capitalist she knows is Lynch.
Of course, Lynch will never admit that he is a capitalist, he is a patriotic businessman...
At this time, the members of the Security Committee just wanted to know whether Lynch had promised her anything, or if she had done everything she said, but had not promised anything.
"I agreed to support her in rebuilding her power, and she persuaded me on some terms."
The action director of the Security Committee rolled his eyes. The persuasion must have been dry at the beginning, but as the strength of persuasion became stronger and smoother, there may be a stage of intense disputes later on, and then Everyone just packed up their emotions and calmed down.
Lynch noticed his expression and paused, "Don't you believe it?"
The director of operations also stopped, with a "I **** don't believe it" expression on his face, but said the exact opposite, "No, I believe what you said, the conditions she gave must be very generous. ."
Lynch raised his footsteps and continued to walk forward. He followed Lynch step by step, "Iron ore, copper ore, silver ore, and oil, these things are enough."
"These things don't sound like there is anything special about them." After thinking for a while, the director of operations gave some of his own views, "The resources we are mining now are not small, and there is no shortage of these in the country. supplies."
The Federation has a lot of mines and oil fields, and it seems that there is no shortage of them.
Lynch shook his head, "No shortage does not mean enough, these are two concepts."
"And once the war breaks out, do you think our enemies will allow us to continue to exploit resources and launch untargeted strikes?"
Lynch chuckled lightly. This laughter made the operations director feel that his IQ, which had always been considered low, had suddenly dropped a little. He squinted his neck and looked at Lynch.
At this point, he had reached the end of the corridor. Standing in front of the elevator, Lynch stopped. He casually pressed the button and looked at the director of operations.
"Because of your work mistakes, the data of the aircraft was leaked, and now the world is studying the types of aircraft and extensions."
"You can't guarantee that they will develop an aircraft that can fly directly from their homeland to the skies of the Federation to strike, or even bomb, important targets."
“Once our resource extraction is limited and we cannot resume mining and production smoothly, our demand for raw materials can only rely on our usual reserves.”
"You tell me these things are not important?"
"If our warships don't have heavy fuel oil, they're coffins on the sea, and if our planes don't have fuel, they're not as good as a pistol, and so on, Mr. Director."
"Every decision we make may affect the national destiny of the Federation. Please restrain your irresponsible thoughts like 'I think'!"
With a ding, the elevator door opened. Looking at the operations director with a serious expression, Lynch reached out and shook his hand, "If there is any other situation, please let me know at any time, goodbye."
Lynch entered the elevator, watching the elevator door slowly closing, and the operations director returned to the room next to "holding" Isabella.
There is a lot of recording equipment working in this room, and he asks, "Any unusual conversations recorded?"
The recorder shook his head, but soon he took another piece of paper to the operations director with a very strange phrase written on it - carpet bombing.
Lying out of the elevator on the first floor, Lynch's eyes are firm and sharp, and he has never had the idea of selling out federal interests, because it is stupid.
Many people think that the only way to get rich is to betray the country, but it's just that their vision is too shallow and too stupid.
Only by tying yourself to the whole country can you really make money.
Look at these big conglomerates in the Federation, which one doesn't do this?
It seems that they have a lot of business projects, and many of them have nothing to do with people's lives, but in fact, each of them is inseparable from people's lives.
It's just that they have changed a method, a form of existence, which is not so easily noticed by people.
Defense security, weapons research and development, which one is not related to the future of the entire country?
After walking out of the Bupen Hotel and getting into the car, Lynch began to think about the next things.
He will convince the Department of Defense, and it will not be difficult, not because he is not alone in convincing the Department of Defense this time, and Mr. Patou.
The next thing is up to Isabella herself, whether she can persuade the general's former men to submit to her, as she herself said.
Only if she does this and has a large enough territory for herself, will he and the federal government restart the plan, continue to support her expansion, and echo Sanchez.
The car quickly merged into the traffic, and half an hour later, he arrived at the company headquarters of the lighter factory.
A small to very inconspicuous three-story building, and not yet in the city center of Bupen.
It can be seen that before it has "potential", the business situation is not particularly good.
It's normal to think about it, not everyone can spend tens of thousands on a lighter, after all, it's only a very small number of people.
Lynch's arrival was greeted by members of the board, where a smiling gentleman who appeared to be in his forties stood at the door waiting for him.
After Lynch got off the bus, he took the initiative to greet him and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Lynch, I am the general manager of the company, on behalf of the board of directors, I welcome you very much, everyone is waiting for you ."
Lynch nodded and led him into the conference room on the third floor.
The interior decoration is a little old, and the elevator is also a little old, making Lynch feel that it is better to take the stairs than to take this thing.
Entering the conference room, he saw Cerverella sitting in the first seat at a glance. The girl tilted her head and looked at the scenery outside the window, as if thinking about something.
She only recovered when the general manager reminded her.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you were here," she said.
Lynch smiled and sat down in the vacant seat next to her, "I knew this gift was not so easy to receive, it seems that I have become a mascot now?"
Severella's face showed a lot of smiles, "You should be happy, it's just a move that you didn't notice yourself, and it aroused the attention of capital, and many people do it deliberately. No, Lynch."
Lynch knew that what she was talking about was the charity auction of the President's wife. He donated one million yuan, which suddenly made the media interested in the lighter in Lynch's hand, so much so that a family of Small companies with manual production as their core were instantly noticed by the capital market.
Severella immediately took over the majority of the company's equity. Of course, the company could not refuse the conditions offered by Mr. Wardrick, nor did it dare to refuse.
After Severella became the largest shareholder, she immediately thought of a way to maximize her profits, which was to pull Lynch in.
As a result, it is obvious that more people have the intention to join. Even if it is the last time to increase the share capital before the listing, it has not encountered any trouble, and the inflow of funds has been directly filled.
This is the end of the conversation between the two, and the next step is the board of directors. They will talk in detail later.
In the process, Cerverella showed a side Lynch had never seen before, a side of a business woman.
In the past two years she has given up her original dream of becoming a best-selling author, and she has begun to get more into business, all to prove that she does not need to be attached to anyone, no matter the It was Mr. Wardrick or Lynch.
Lynch's rejection of her that day was always in her ears, making her feel both sad and angry.
Under the influence of time, she can now treat Lynch calmly, and she will prove her excellence!
“We will launch a new design centered on the female user group. The female smoking group is rapidly expanding, and this will become the next high consumption group.”
Speaking of which, she took out some blueprints and asked the secretary to pass them on to everyone. Lynch also had a copy.
This is a... feminine design, with a rose gold casing featuring various gemstones outlining a white foal running on a pink base.
This design is too feminine, but it is very accurate in its positioning.
There are also some pictures above, such as the effect of some ladies using it on different occasions.
"It looks pretty good.", Lynch gave an appropriate evaluation.
Severella nodded, taking the remark as a compliment.
"If no one has any doubts about these designs, we will produce according to this..."
"Ninety-nine, each one must be numbered and signed with the manufacturer's personal stamp, I want to make sure that each one is unique!"
Lynch took a second glance at the Cerverella ~IndoMTL.com~ limited release and craftsman's signature, a concept that was not yet popular in this era.
This will make lighters more expensive and more meaningful.
No one has any opinion on Cerverella's idea. She has pushed a company with a low market value to turn over several times, and it will be listed soon. Who can have an opinion on her?
No one can.
Seeing Severella constantly arranging each task, Lynch felt a little emotional. Sure enough, pain is the best partner for growth!
After the meeting, the two entered the president's office. After Severella asked the secretary to bring two cups of coffee, she looked at Lynch, "I need your help..."
The next second, Lynch, who had just had a sip of coffee, turned his head and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth. The handkerchief in his hand turned brown after a while.
He threw the twenty-five-dollar handkerchief into the trash can and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I overreacted, someone said the same thing to me not long ago..."