Blackstone Code Chapter 914: Intervention
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The effect of celebrity is still a very sharp propaganda method in this era. Although people suffer from all kinds of oppression, exploitation and life unsatisfactory, they are still kind in nature.
Or they haven't formed an "antibody", they believe that what those famous people say is true, and this belief is very firm-
"Celebrities can't lie and ruin their reputation, they're not that stupid!"
Of course, most of the time, they don't ruin their reputation so stupidly, but there are exceptions.
For example...the capitalists are giving too much, and they can't refuse.
Celebrities, dignitaries, appearing in magazines, on TV, promoting all kinds of goods, this is definitely the best era for capitalists.
Because people are simple, easy to deceive, and can't remember lessons.
Like this lighter, Lynch didn't even endorse or promote it. He just spent one million to buy the lighter he donated, making this lighter this year's hit.
The two gentlemen looked away from their lighters, and Mr. Patou pursed his lips. He always had the stereotype of the Gafras, and so did the impression he left on people.
He raised his hand, separated his thumb and index finger, and stroked the whiskers on his lips back and forth. "He may not succeed this time. The resistance is much greater than he imagined."
Mr. Wardrick expressed support for Mr. Patou's view, "but it's a good thing for young people to be aggressive, at least to prove that the world is not completely old."
The two are not very optimistic about Lynch's "rise". It is not at the right time. Even if he chooses an unexpected path, it is very difficult to succeed.
The two consortium groups of the first generation and the middle generation have always been very cautious about the newly emerging capital forces. If an emerging industry rises, there will inevitably be an aging industry that will die.
And in these dead industries, there are many major business groups of big conglomerates.
For example... building a railway.
Many years ago, the Commonwealth was very keen to build railways. The railway tycoons at that time also said that they would spread the railways throughout the Commonwealth and even the world.
At that time, the federal railway was increasing at a speed of 7,500 kilometers a year. At that time, the most profitable thing was to repair the railway.
Even local governments are begging the railway tycoons to build railways into their cities, and are willing to give various preferential policies for this purpose.
But now..., these things have entered the small profit segment, and it is impossible to get rich by relying on the railway.
Better urban and interstate highways, and the growing automotive industry have completely dismantled the problem of not being able to travel without trains, which has also led to a devastating blow to the industrial chain around the railroad.
The rise of the automobile, the end of the train, the era is like this, rolling forward like a ball.
Seizing emerging opportunities is what every consortium must do, otherwise they will gradually be marginalized and eventually eliminated by the market.
No one likes things that are rotten. It's a world where every day is different. The boom in technology has made people more fond of new things and hate old things.
If you want to survive, you must fight.
That's how airplanes are.
Everyone can see that once the aircraft has established an absolute advantage, it will inevitably become an independent army.
Once the independent service of the air force is established, Lynch's research institute and he will inevitably become a new arms purchase giant, and he has arguably the most advanced technology at present.
In order to stop him, no matter what he does, he must fail. Only when he understands who is in charge of this country can the consortia of the first and middle generations be able to get what they want.
In fact, sometimes bowing your head is not an embarrassing thing, especially bowing to the top financial groups in China, which is a good thing that many people can't even dream of.
"But I always think that he will create some more miracles?" Mr. Wardrick can be said to be the person who "watched Lynch grow up", from a young man who had little value in using it, and developed rapidly Until now, it has begun to try to form its own consortium.
His ambition and ability are the best choice, which is a pity.
Mr. Patou pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly. He also seemed to affirm Mr. Wardrick's opinion. There was no shortage of miracles around Lynch, and he was also good at creating miracles.
"Let us observe silently as before, maybe he will bring us some unexpected changes to the Federation."
When they also believed that Lynch's purpose of forming Tomorrow's Light Investment Company was to provide defensive measures for his aircraft research, the eldest son of the great warlord behind every moment had come to the Federation.
It will be too late if they don't intervene, seeing that 20% of the shares have fallen into the hands of federal businessmen every moment, and a large part of the outstanding shares have also been lost.
If every now and then it becomes a Commonwealth company, the first thing that will be impacted is their business in Marillo.
The big warlord couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't walk away, so he could only send his eldest son, whom he valued most, to see if there was a chance to solve these dilemmas.
This son of a warlord is completely different from ordinary people. His demeanor, his temperament, and even the fact that he is standing there makes people unable to ignore his existence.
There seems to be a mysterious thing hidden in the lake blue pupils, and many young girls who pass by him can't help but be attracted by his eyes.
A group of more than 20 people, all of whom are rare elites under the warlords. Except for two characters who use their brains, everyone else is a hands-on character.
If it's the last step, it's lost every moment, and they don't do nothing.
Whether it's intimidation or really doing something, always show the ferocity of being a Mallory, and don't let the Commonwealth look down on it.
Not long after, a convoy stopped outside the station, and a group of people got on the bus.
The son of the warlord took off his sunglasses and looked at the empty car, "Didn't my uncle come in person?"
Standard Mallory pronunciation, a little weird compared to the Commonwealth pronunciation, but within the acceptable range.
The person in charge of picking up people is also from Mallory, who is the assistant to the president. "Mr. president is talking with those shareholders about the repurchase of shares, and he can't get away for the time being."
The son of the warlord nodded, he knew it.
The best way to fight against takeovers is to try to concentrate the shares in one person's hands. Only in this way, the dominant stocks in the game, preferably more than 50% of the shares, do not need to worry about those malicious bidders It will cause too much damage to the sovereignty of the company.
As long as the company's sovereignty remains unchanged, those lost losses can be quickly recovered.
Marillo's big warlords are even planning a larger-scale and higher-level spring festival. In addition to inviting the richest people from the Commonwealth, they will also invite the richest people from all over the world to Mariro to visit their plantations.
As long as they can get through the current difficulties, they are confident that the stock price will soon return to normal levels at every moment.
The son of the warlord did not continue to speak, the interior of the carriage fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very serious.
A warlord's life isn't all about enjoyment, and a "second-generation warlord" like him isn't exactly living in a world of ease.
Every year, or even every month, there are some small warlords, mid-sized warlords, who want to test whether they are still as dominant as they used to be.
These temptations are often extreme. Armed conflict, bombing, and even assassination never stop.
The son of the warlord has about thirty brothers and sisters in total, the reason why he can't remember is because now he only has three brothers and one sister left.
Other siblings were either killed by a worthless bullet in a battle or stabbed in the chest with a knife late at night.
Surviving in such a world is not an easy task, and it also gives him a tragic aura.
He's not dead, so too many have been killed by him!
It is difficult for people to describe the "murderousness" vividly in any way, and it is not even sure whether it really exists, but at this moment in the carriage, the people who came to receive the reception felt reckless floating in the air Murderous.
A chilling murderous aura.
The motorcade roared and disappeared at the end of the road in the envious eyes of people. This kind of thing happens every day in Bupen. Sometimes people don't even bother to envy. There are too many rich people here.
As soon as the convoy arrived at the Hourly Building, the manager came out to greet the distinguished guest.
Just as she opened the car door and wanted to help the warlord's son out of the car, she was forced back by a look, and then pushed away by a palm that was always covered with scars and calluses.
"Is my uncle back?", he asked as he walked towards the company.
The close-up assistant glanced at the manager ~IndoMTL.com~ The latter shook his head, the president was probably hiding from the young man.
Think about it too. At this time, people are sent here, not to mention seizing power, but to be held accountable, and they are also the eldest son of the "general". Naturally, the two of them can only laugh with them. They dare not speak, nor can they speak.
If you say it, both sides will be offended. If you don't say it, neither side will be offended.
The son of the warlord snorted and continued to walk inside. The person he brought opened the elevator for him and went straight to the top floor.
Two subordinates pushed open the door of the president's office for him. He walked in directly and sat on the huge rhino leather chair that the president can only sit on. "Let my uncle come to see me."
"Also, to inform all current shareholders of a meeting, I have something to announce."
The manager and the assistant to the president did not agree immediately. The two looked at each other for a day, vaguely feeling that this would be a troublesome matter. At this time, it would be a very stupid way to come and seize power from Mariro.
But they had to do it again, because many of their family members are still in Mariro, unless they don't go back for the rest of their lives and don't fear assassination, then it's best to be obedient.