0134 To be an agreeable person

  In the current environment of the Federation, it has actually been highly controversial as to whether the future development trend is moving in a good direction or a bad direction.

  Amidst the optimism lies a deep fear, as well as despair and pessimism about the future.

  Perhaps the current unprecedented prosperity of the financial markets is the last bit of power that some people are dedicating in order to prove that "the future" may not be bad, and they have succeeded for many years, but they will fail in the end.

  Whenever a topic like this comes up, and someone expresses a view that goes against the prevailing trend, people are attracted to him.

  In fact, the reason why people were drawn to Lynch at this time, the reason why they surrounded him, was not necessarily because they wanted to listen to Lynch say all that obnoxious shit, they didn't believe that the future was going to get worse, even though they had already been prepared for that, and also internally acknowledged that possibility.

  What they wanted to do now was to find some loopholes from Lynch's words to refute his points, as a way to deceive themselves by fooling themselves that all the negative points were actually untenable, and that the future would only get better.

  Ferrell smiled, he felt that Lynch had gotten the hang of how to get people's attention, or at least he was attracted to it as well, and instead of pushing his way in, he stood on the outskirts of the crowd, looking at Lynch like everyone else did, watching him as he spoke eloquently through the crowd.

  "I even read today's Trade Newspaper before I came here, and the Federation Industrials have once again set a new all-time high, as well as a new high in single-day trading volume ..."

  He stood in the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand, and there was not a trace of stage fright that a young man would have found on his face, only composure and an air of calmness that allowed people to calm down and listen to his ramblings.

  He took a sip of his wine, and as he raised his glass the people surrounding him suddenly breathed heavily, some of them still whispering about the contents of the words Lynch had just said.

  When he put down the cup in his hand, people began to look at him with bated breath again.

  This kind of feeling, great!

  In fact, it wasn't a very good note to sing against the mainstream optimists at a time like this, when everyone was harboring confused optimism, someone suddenly stood out and slapped them in the face, telling them that the end was near, it wouldn't get anyone's thanks, only complaints and some negative emotions or even antagonism.

  But Lynch had to do it again, he was too young and didn't have a good family background, if he was the heir of some plutocrat or the heir of some big family, he didn't need to do this at all.

  He had nothing, just a child born from an ordinary family, he had no capital that he could rely on, but he had to have people support him and trust him, so the best way to do that was to set up a distinctive image, an image that would always stand with what was right.

  There might be some people who were mentally cursing him and damning him now, but really when the moment of doom came, the first thing these people would think of was him, and desperately hoped to gain from him some way that might be able to grant people salvation, or some hope that would inspire them.

  "Gentlemen, please note that many businesses, factories, are closing down all around us, many have not been open for a long time, yet the financial markets are booming like never before, and this is the warning that nature's society is giving us."

  "Something is deceiving our perceptions, something is going against the grain in ways we can hardly understand, and that means disaster is sure to come!"

  Of course, as stated above, some of the people who are here to listen to Lynch talk about his views are not based on agreeing with Lynch's views, but rather they want to prove that Lynch is wrong about everything he says by overturning his views.

  At this point a gentleman in his forties coughed softly and Lynch stopped at the right time, people turned around or looked directly at him while he gave his opinion, "Mr. Lynch, if you think the boom in the financial markets is false, then why are we all making money?"

  "And ...", he added with emphasis, while also pausing slightly for a moment to organize his thoughts on what he was saying, "I've noticed that some people describe the current financial markets in terms of passing handkerchiefs, and if some accidents do happen I noticed that some people used the term "pass the handkerchief" to describe the current financial market, if some accidents really happened, the unlucky ones would only be a very small number of people holding the handkerchiefs, not the entire Federation's finances, what do you think about this?"

  "Passing the handkerchief" is a traditional game in Baylor Federation, the game is very simple, everyone sits together and sings, and passes the handkerchief to the person next to them, when the song stops, the person holding the handkerchief has to come out and perform a talent.

  Before this some people thought that there might be a little danger in the financial market now, but this danger is not for everyone, but only for those few people, for example, those who hold stocks in their hands.

  Out of a hundred people, only one person holds stocks, and even if the stocks become worthless, it is only that last person who is finished, not everyone.

  This view quickly gained the approval of the entire community, which is why the volume of trading was always getting bigger and bigger, everyone believed that they would be able to finish passing out before the song stopped, and also believed that even if the last unlucky person became the victim of the whole game, the game would soon start again.

  After a brief downturn, a new boom is quickly born.

  This inherently misleading and stolen concept quickly became one of the reasons why people believed that finance would continue to grow steadily, but in reality the problem was much more serious than that.

  Because what people are passing around is not a handkerchief, but a bomb, and the bomb won't let go of someone who is in its killing range just because it's not in someone's hands, and at the same time it's a very complicated process, the

  The complexity of society and the greed of humanity make this game the ultimate unlucky person is definitely not just one person, but the economy that supports this country.

  Faced with this problem Lynch shook his head, "This view is very common and very common, but I think you have overlooked a problem ...", in the face of some "difficult" he has long had a prepared, "Stocks, finance, is essentially the embodiment of the value of the real industry."

  "If there is really a day the financial market appeared to collapse the situation, the bad luck is definitely not only those who hold the stock of financial investors, but also each one of us!"

  At this moment, someone couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lynch, your statement is a bit too exaggerated, those things that have nothing to do with us, why would they affect us?"

  "I didn't buy their stocks, and I have no relationship with them in business, so why would the good or bad times they're having affect me?" , the person who spoke seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lynch's statement and immediately put forward a different view.

  "And the professor from the Federation Central University also said something related to this before, the current wave of closures and the prosperity of the financial market actually don't have much to do with each other, the closures are just a result of the competitive behavior that naturally occurs in the market."

  "A lot of businesses are coming to an end, but we also see a lot of businesses are coming to glory, the financial defeat theory is just a kind of reds under the beds (using content full of disturbing, frightening content to interfere with other people's perception and judgment of things) talk, I believe that all of you here believe that tomorrow will only be better."

  Lynch did not continue to refute, he did not come here to feud with people for different positions, he just expressed his own opinion, when someone made the obvious, already with a "decisive" expression, he knew it was time to stop.

  If this topic continued, it could potentially make him and some people he had no interest or financial dealings with, his enemies.

  "Maybe you're right!" , he raised the glass in his hand, and the people around him did so very politely, and ended the not-so-comfortable conversation, "To the Federation ..."

  Immediately after the crowd dispersed and everyone went off to find someone else to talk to, or look for an opportunity, Ferrell leaned in, "That's an extraordinary statement you're making, but it's best not to talk about that here."

  He raised his chin at the two "core" of the reception who were being heavily surrounded by people in the distance, "At least they don't like to hear it or see it come true."

  "You know something, but you can't keep it to yourself, and if it does come true after you say it, it'll just make everyone else look even dumber!"

  It was definitely a quote from the heart, Lynch's check for $5,000 didn't do nothing, and Ferrell had a point.

  People don't think about their own problems when they are experiencing disasters and pain, they tend to shift the blame to others, once the financial storm comes and the financial order of the Federation collapses, when the time comes, some people will try to escape the responsibility by shouting that whoever has predicted the disasters at what time, but the people who are able to solve these disasters turn a blind eye.

  This might raise the popularity of some people, but it would also make him loathed by those who were hurt by some of his words.

  Lynch raised an eyebrow, "I think I understand ..."

  Ferrell nodded, "Everyone here today is actually here for that proctor, you'd better walk over and say a few compliments now, you're younger than everyone else and he'll remember you."

  Lynch thought about it carefully and it did make sense, he patted Ferrell's arm and walked over to the edge of the crowd, pretending to be full of curiosity as he watched the governor's personal officer chatting with the people.

  He didn't speak up just yet, he was ready to find a good moment to do so, but just then the mayor suddenly saw him and walked toward him.

  "Lynch ..."

  Lynch took the initiative to turn around at the sound of the voice, with some surprise on his face, and owed his body to show his respect for the other party, "Your Excellency the Mayor ..."

  The two men's greeting caused the exchange in the "circle" around Lynch to stop, and the people took the initiative to make way for their core figures to see the mayor, as well as Lynch, who stood in between the two.

  The mayor patted Lynch on the shoulder, then looked over at the governor's personal staff and said, with a little smile on his face, "This is the wonderful young man I mentioned on the last conference call, Lynch."

  Flattered?

  Maybe a little, but more skeptical.

  Lynch didn't believe that the mayor would give himself a long face for no reason, he must be premeditating something, which made Lynch very wary in his heart, but his face showed the right amount of surprise over joy, as if it were real.