blackstone code

Chapter 914 Intervention
The celebrity effect is still a sharp propaganda tool in this era. Although people suffer from all kinds of oppression and exploitation and unsatisfactory lives, they are still kind in nature.

Or they haven't formed an "antibody" yet, they believe that what those celebrities say is true, and this belief is very firm——

"It's impossible for celebrities to lie and ruin their reputation, they're not that stupid!"

Of course, this is true most of the time, they won't be so stupid to ruin their reputation, but there are exceptions.

For example...the capitalists have given too much, and they can't refuse.

Celebrities, politicians, appearing in magazines and on TV, promoting various products, this is definitely the best era for capitalists.

Because people are simple, easy to deceive, and can't remember the lesson.

Just like this lighter, Lynch didn't even endorse it, nor did he promote it. He just spent 100 million to buy the lighter he donated, making this lighter this year's hottest item.

The two gentlemen looked away from the lighter, and Mr. Patou pursed his lips. He always had the rigid style of the Gefra people, and the impression he left on people was the same.

He raised his hand, separated his thumb and index finger, and stroked the beard on his lips twice, "He may not succeed this time, the resistance is much greater than he imagined."

Mr. Wardrick expressed his support for Mr. Patu's views, "But it is also a good thing for young people to be aggressive, at least it proves that the world has not completely aged."

The two people are not very optimistic about Lynch's "rise" this time. It is not the time at all. 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 rising capital forces. With the rise of emerging industries, aging industries will inevitably die.

Among these dead industries, there are many major businesses of some large consortiums.

For example... repairing the railway.

Many years ago, the federal people were very keen on building railways. At that time, the railway tycoon also said that the railways would spread throughout the federation and even the world.

At that time, the federal railways were increasing at a rate of [-] kilometers per year, and the most profitable thing at that time was railway construction.

Even local governments are begging those railway tycoons to build railways in their cities, and are willing to give various preferential policies for this.

But now... these things have entered the stage of small profits, and it is no longer possible to rely on the railway to get rich.

More perfect urban highways and interstate highways, as well as the developed automobile industry have completely disintegrated the problem of being unable to travel far without trains, which has also led to a devastating blow to the industrial chain surrounding railways.

The rise of the automobile and the end of the train, the times are 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 full of decay. This is a world that is different every day. The rapid development of technology has made people love new things and hate old things.

If you want to survive, you must fight.

Airplanes are like that.

Everyone can see that once the aircraft has established an absolute advantage, it must form an independent army.

Once the independent military branch of the air force is established, Lynch's research institute and he will inevitably become the new military purchase giant, and he has 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 get what they want.

In fact, sometimes bowing your head is not an embarrassing thing, especially bowing your head to a top domestic consortium. For many people, it is a good thing that many people can't even dream of.

"But I always feel that he will create some more miracles?" Mr. Wardrick can be said to be a person who "watched Lynch grow up". Start trying to form your own consortium.

His ambition and ability are all top choices, which is a pity.

Mr. Patou pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly, as if affirming Mr. Wardrick's opinion. There are many miracles around Lynch, and he is also good at creating miracles.

"Let us observe silently as before, maybe he will bring us, and the Federation, some unexpected changes."

When they still believed that the purpose of Lynch's formation of the Light of Tomorrow Investment Company was to take defensive measures for his aircraft research institute, the eldest son of the warlord behind every moment had already arrived in the federal territory.

It will be too late if they don't intervene. Seeing that 20.00% of the shares have fallen into the hands of the federal merchants at every moment, and a large part of the tradable shares have also been lost.

If every moment becomes a federal company, their business in Marillo will be impacted first.

The warlord couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't leave by himself, so he could only send his most important eldest son over to see if there was a chance to solve these difficulties.

This son of a warlord is completely different from ordinary people. His demeanor, his temperament, and even where he stands make his existence impossible to ignore.

There seemed to be something mysterious hidden in the lake-blue pupils, and many young girls passing by him couldn't help but be attracted by his eyes.

There are more than 20 people in a group, all of whom are rare elites under the warlords. Except for the two brain characters, the others are hands-on characters.

If it is really the last step, every moment will be lost, and they will not do nothing.

Whether it's intimidation or really doing something, you must always show the ferocity of being a Mallory, and you can't let the federal people look down upon you.

Not long after, a convoy stopped outside the station, and a group of people got on the car.

The warlord's son took off his sunglasses, he looked at the empty car, "Didn't my uncle come in person?"

The standard Mallory pronunciation is a bit weird compared to the Federation's pronunciation, but it's within acceptable limits.

The person in charge of picking up people is also from Mallory, he is the assistant of the president, "Mr. President is talking with those shareholders about repurchasing stocks, and he can't get away for the time being."

The warlord's son nodded, he knew about it.

The best way to fight against takeovers is to concentrate the shares in the hands of one person as much as possible. Only in this way, the dominant stocks, preferably more than 50.00% of the shares, do not need to worry about those malicious acquirers will affect the company's sovereignty. Come too much damage.

As long as the company's sovereignty remains unchanged, they will soon be able to recover those lost losses.

The big warlords in Marillo are even preparing for a larger-scale spring fair. In addition to inviting rich people from the Federation, they will also invite rich people from all over the world to visit their plantations in Marillo.

As long as they can overcome the immediate difficulties, they are confident that the stock price will return to normal levels at every moment soon.

The son of the warlord did not continue to speak, the interior of the carriage fell into silence, and the atmosphere was very serious.

The career of a warlord is not entirely enjoyable, and the "second generation of warlords" like him do not completely live in a comfortable world.

Every year, even every month, there will be some small warlords, medium-sized warlords, who want to test whether they are still as dominant as before.

These temptations are often extremely extreme. Armed conflicts, explosions, and even assassinations have never stopped.

The son of the warlord has about 30 brothers and sisters. The reason why he can't remember is because now he only has three younger brothers and one younger sister.

Other brothers and sisters were either killed by a worthless bullet in a certain battle, or were stabbed in the chest with a knife in the middle of the night.

Surviving in such a world is not an easy task, and this also gives him a horrible aura.

If he didn't die, there would be too many people killed by him!

It is difficult for people to use any method to vividly describe the "murderous aura" like this, and they are not even sure whether it really exists, but at this moment in the carriage, the people who came to receive them felt the unscrupulous murderous aura floating in the air .

A murderous aura.

The motorcade roared and disappeared at the end of the road under people's envious eyes. This kind of thing happens in Bupain every day. Sometimes people don't even bother to envy them. There are too many rich people here.

When the convoy arrived at the Shishi Building, a manager immediately came out to greet the distinguished guest.

It's just that she just opened the car door and wanted to help the warlord's son get out of the car, but she was forced back by a look, and then pushed away by the palm covered with scars and calluses.

"Has my uncle come back?", he asked as he walked towards the company.

The assistant who was chasing after him glanced at the manager, who shook his head. The president might be hiding from this young man.

Thinking about it too, at this time someone was sent here, not to mention seizing power, but to ask for accountability, and he was the eldest son of the "general", so the two of them could only laugh together, dare not speak, and could not 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 coldly and continued to walk in. The person he brought opened the elevator for him and went directly to the top floor.

Two subordinates pushed open the door of the president's office for him, and he walked in directly, sat on the huge rhinoceros leather chair that only the president could sit in, and said, "Let my uncle come to see me."

"In addition, notify all current shareholders to hold a meeting, I have something to announce."

The manager and the president's assistant didn't immediately agree. They looked at each other for a day, vaguely feeling that this would be a troublesome matter. It was actually a very stupid way to seize power from Mariro at such a time.

But they have to do that, because many of their family members are still in Mariro, unless they never go back in this life, and they are not afraid of assassination, then it is best to be obedient.

(End of this chapter)