At this moment, in the room, a few people sitting opposite Lynch have already made a decision, they will invest in this business, but the way will change a little.
A small amount of money, along with other things that could offset the price, would be exchanged for shares in this business.
This is also the process of forming a consortium, certain businessmen with a common position begin to develop a more intimate way of joining forces with each other, and eventually they will form a certain core company, or a certain core personage as the main focus, the relationship is very complex community of interest, and eventually evolve into a consortium that people envy, but also hate and envy.
In fact, when these people said to "consider", Lynch already understood that this matter is basically a done deal, he flicked the ash, a large ash on the cigarette fell to the ground, cracked, scattered, and finally may be in the tip of the foot of Lynch inadvertently stepped on, crushed, and completely become a cloud of dust.
He lowered his leg, snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and stood up, as did several people across the street, and after they shook Lynch's hand, Lynch watched them leave.
Standing outside the door of the hotel, Lynch once again pulled out a cigarette, slightly hanging his head down, closing his hands, the firelight instantly illuminated his face, and then quickly extinguished, leaving only a faintly visible spark.
From the beginning, it was clear to him that this business would not last long.
The peak of second-hand goods trading often lies in the early stage of economic development and the early stage of economic recession, these two periods of time the whole society still have this relatively strong material needs, but people's economic ability and can not meet their material needs, so this time the second-hand goods market will be unprecedentedly hot.
But not too long, when people have completed the initial accumulation of funds, or they no longer have the wealth at their disposal, the market for second-hand goods will begin to shrink.
At the moment it seems like everyone is still rich, but soon that will disappear, and more and more people will become unemployed, and when they can no longer get money out of their pockets, it will be hard for them to afford to spend even on cheap second-hand goods.
At that point, the profitability of the Mobile auction of second-hand goods would start to decrease rapidly, and with his incentive system, he would even lose money.
But that didn't matter, because he had already completed the initial accumulation of his own personal assets before that time, and there was a high probability that these people would push the Star Trading Corporation's prices down, but Lynch wouldn't let them get away with it.
In business operations, if one wanted to prove that the actual value of a commodity exceeded the price that people had labeled it at, the easiest way to do so was to include competitors that could raise the price, like the bidders in an auction.
If there was only one person, the item might not really be worth much, but as long as there was competition, the actual value of the item would soon be shown, and there might even be a premium.
He stood outside the hotel and smoked a whole cigarette before returning to the third floor of the hotel, where the people involved in this celebration were still in the midst of their revelry.
Richard had called the girls in, and he had even hired a very simply and skimpily dressed, all female member of the band and singers to play for them.
There were fewer and fewer jobs in society, and even fewer suitable jobs for female workers in particular, and it was important to try to take care of them as much as possible if they could be taken care of a little, and in this respect Richard was deeply inspired by Lynch.
Lynch as the boss, he will not stay here too long, but also will not not not come over, he must let the group even in the indulgence of debauchery have a deep impression, he is their bosun.
Richard once again got today's "champion", when he saw Lynch took the initiative to let go of the two girls around him who were laughing with him, with a pilgrimage expression and mentality to Lynch's front, and bent down, pouring some wine for Lynch sitting on the sofa.
Immediately afterward, he turned around and raised the wine glass in his hand, picking up a table spoon and tapping it on the glass.
The crisp tapping sound instantly pierced through the orchestra's woozy sound and gave the revelers some wake-up call.
The musicians of the band quickly brought their playing to a halt, and the eyes of the others focused on the red-faced Richard, who at this point really felt like he was on top of his game!
Slightly raising his head, he raised his glass high and shouted, "To Lynch!"
The boys, including those girls raised their glasses to meet them, Lynch, who was sitting in the very center of the crowd, looked at all this with a smile, he also picked up his glass, raised it slightly in salute, and took a small sip.
Richard finished his drink and threw his glass straight against the wall, the beautifully crafted glass clicking and shattering into glass slag, "Keep the music playing, keep the party going!"
His movements were so dashing that many people began to learn from them, as people threw their wine glasses against a wall and shattered them into glass slag, as if doing so gave them a particularly swashbuckling feeling.
It was then that Richard sat down on the couch next to Lynch, he shook his head a little, "Boss, do you think we're in heaven right now?"
Lynch took a sip from his wine glass and seemed to smile, his tone carried a deep mockery and unreadable contempt, "That's it?"
"I have to say, Richard, you're really asking too little, to me this place looks like a country gutter with a bunch of maggots writhing in the dung water!"
"Our stage isn't going to be the little city of Sabine, we're going to go to the capital, pack the Empire Hotel on the busiest of all Empire Boulevards, and have all those starlets and kittens and puppies lying on the floor shaking their asses at you."
"Here?" , he laughed and said no more, but nothing in his tone or attitude told Richard any longer that this was not even on his radar.
Richard gulped, and a rush of hot blood went to his head as he began to visualize that view Lynch was talking about, thinking of all the actresses who appeared on the big screen, on television sets, so high up that he could only fantasize about them wagging their tails in front of him.
His face quickly flushed and he became more excited, "Will you take me with you, boss?"
Lynch nodded, "Of course, you're my most satisfied partner, I'll take you!"
He wasn't lying, from the time he crossed over to this world until now, there was no one who could fulfill Lynch's requirements for the position of "business manager" better than Richard.
Richard was smart, there was no doubt about it, but there were a lot of smart people, but it was very rare to find someone who was smart, but had no sense of morality, sense of justice, and was very shameless.
Lynch was sure that as soon as he said his shoes were dirty, Richard would get down on his knees and use his cuffs to help him clean his already very clean shoes, which were capable of shining a shadow.
It was a bitch, a horrible bitch, but a good bitch.
A guy who was a little out of place in the distance was calmly observing all this, his eyes locked on Richard and Lynch before he looked back to Wood who was a little less than comfortable beside him, "You and Lynch aren't close enough, you'll have to behave better than that, this is the last time I'll be part of the operation, from now on you'll just have to hold out for yourself. "
"Remember, don't let these money, alcohol and women lose your eyes, be clear about the responsibility on your shoulders when facing temptation ..."
Facing his officer's lecture, Wood was a bit ashamed, what made him even more ashamed was that his officer even talked about having an orgy.
"Young people are really crazy nowadays, you are a good boy, I know you must be tortured inside, but this is the trials and tribulations that God has given you."
"Go and join them, don't make yourself look different from them, only then will you be able to fully integrate and be accepted by them, and find the proof to completely destroy these people!"
"I'll leave now, remember, whenever you're confused, ask your heart what you really need, what you want to do for this world, this society!"
The middle-aged man's departure froze Lynch for a moment, but there wasn't much of a reaction, some people would be like Richard who could be a bitch for the sake of wealth, but there were also those who always adhered to their bottom line.
He admired those who had perseverance, but he wouldn't learn from them, why give up pleasure and choose pain if you can be happy, was it just to prove that you were different from others?
After talking to Richard about these words, he also chose to leave, he was also a young man, but he was even more of a boss to these people, couldn't he see that ever since he came, the revelry of these people had dropped more than one level?
And as a superior, one must maintain their authority in the presence of those below them, and such statements as mingling will always be bullshit spoken by those who have failed so much that they have to rely on indoctrinating others to live in the manner of their past successes.
A true superior never mingles with the inferior!
The next day, Lynch registered a few more companies, thanking the Department of Social Services for the streamlined process after which he was able to get this done in one morning.
In the afternoon, besides continuing to commission law firms to register companies for him in other cities, he also stopped by to look around the streets.
It was said that the best way to get a true feel of an era was to go around the city center and the slums of a city, to feel the state and lifestyle of the richest group of people and the poorest group of people, and one would be able to appreciate the current state of the society.
Lynch had already felt the atmosphere that could only be felt in the slums in the past without even going to the slums, and on the advice of the driver, he gave up on the idea of going to the downtown area, which was rumored to have become a paradise for criminals, with even the mounted police and the patrol police refusing to go into the downtown area when there were fewer people, and especially into the slums to enforce the law.
The situation was quite grim, and just as grim as it was, Lynch had to have dinner with His Excellency the Mayor in the evening.
In the elegant surroundings, the lavish furnishings and decorations allowed one to instantly feel the role that money embodied here, just a few walls away, the entire world was filled with despair, but here, even the air was sweet-smelling.
Just after sitting down, His Excellency the Mayor smiled and said, "I heard someone say that your company was valued at 70 million dollars?" , he also took the initiative to pull out cigarettes and placed them on the table, "Accepting personal investment?"
Lynch silently nodded his head and gave a nod to a few future investors.