Blackstone Code

Chapter 185:

When Lynch first laid eyes on the article "We Are Isolated and Helpless," he immediately recognized it as the work of the Progressive Party. Only someone with a profound understanding of domestic and international affairs could write such a piece.

Getting such an article published in the media wasn't easy either. It required substantial backing and influence to ensure that the media would print it without hesitation.

At this critical juncture, the only entity Lynch could imagine boldly backstabbing the Conservative Party, despite the domestic situation, was the Progressive Party itself.

Ordinary individuals or forces acting in such a manner would only enrage the ruling party. Even though the Conservatives were currently in disarray, dealing with an unruly entity or force would still be relatively straightforward for them.

They could even use this article to create another distraction, diverting public attention. However, their inaction implied that they were unable to immediately confront and produce results against the instigator of the article.

Only the Progressive Party had the capability to act like this, and their motives were not difficult to guess.

The war between the Progressive Party and the Conservative Party had been ongoing for a long time. Sorry to the Socialists, they had no part in this—they always avoided competition between the two major parties from the beginning, making them eternal bystanders.

When the Conservative Party's policies were deemed a mistake, the country's direction needed to change. Lynch even believed that the Conservative Party's upper echelons were aware of this.

Politics, sometimes, was dirty, ugly, yet oddly sacred.

The two sighed for a moment, and suddenly, as if Ferrall had a thought, he asked pointedly, "Do you have any other solutions?"

Unexpectedly, Lynch didn't evade the question but gave Ferrall an answer that made his head spin a bit, "I plan to make a quick trip to Bupayne as soon as possible."

"To Bupayne for what?" Curiosity piqued Ferrall, "I heard trading seat prices have dropped. Are you planning to start a financial company too?"

Perhaps Ferrall, like some others, had not yet realized that a greater disaster was looming. Though they already felt their current situation was disastrous, it was not the worst yet.

With the stock market's two recent crashes and a pessimistic outlook for the future, the price of trading seats on the exchange had dropped for the first time in a decade. From a high of nine hundred seventy thousand per seat earlier in the month, it had plummeted to eight hundred fifty thousand, with trading becoming more frequent.

Some predicted the price might eventually drop to around eight hundred thousand, making it a great buying opportunity.

Trading seats, a scarce commodity, always held value. Even if it plummeted further in the future, as long as people invested in stocks and securities, trading seats would retain their value.

People still held onto hope that things would get better in the future.

This hope wasn't necessarily misplaced, but there wasn't much hope in the short term.

Lynch wiped some soup from the corner of his mouth, then his hands, tossing the napkin onto the edge of the table. He smiled, saying, "I'm going to buy bonds."

"What, what did you just say..." Ferrall felt he might not have rested well these days, hallucinating even. He chuckled at himself, "Did I hear you say you're going to buy bonds?"

Lynch nodded, looking serious, "You heard me right. I'm buying bonds."

Ferrall finally grasped the situation and raised his voice, "Are you crazy? Buying bonds at a time like this? They're practically worthless now!"

The Progressive Party's article had exposed the President's rhetoric, making people realize these bonds were hard to redeem unless a miracle occurred!

Despair had spread among bondholders; some reporters even captured enraged holders tearing up bonds outside exchanges and banks.

Lynch was initially uncertain, but when he received the confirmation from Ferrall, he knew it was the right time.

If the Progressive Party intended to counter the Conservative Party now, their policies would need a complete reversal. In other words, the Conservative Party's isolationist policies had failed, and to regain ground, they needed not only to overthrow the Conservatives but also promote international integration policies.

Increased interaction with the international community, stronger diplomatic relations, and a clear stance that could align with the victorious allies of this impending world war.

The logic was simple; everyone wanted to befriend the best. The same went for relationships between nations.

If relations between the Baylor Federation and these victorious nations eased, it would directly reflect an upgrade in bilateral relations, resolving some lingering issues.

Resolving these bonds, even if only partially or through policy swaps, was highly likely.

What was worthless now, like scrap paper, might regain value in two or three years—or it might take longer, or possibly, be forgotten altogether.

But Lynch felt this deal could be made. Commercial investment, in essence, was a form of gambling; when risks were low, it was called investment.

When risks were high, it was called speculation.

Regardless of speculation or investment, its nature remained unchanged—it was a gamble.

Placing money on a project and betting it would ultimately succeed.

A high-quality project had to possess many elements: low risk, high return. But beyond these common factors was another, less common but crucial factor: maneuverability.

Great risks meant potentially greater rewards, and with some maneuverability, Lynch believed it was worth a gamble.

This wasn't just a return of several percent; it could be hundreds or thousands of percent. Anyone would take that bet.

Before some news spread, he needed to act quickly.

Seeing that Lynch didn't argue with him, Ferrall realized that Lynch had already made a firm decision. Recognizing that Lynch was a determined young man, Ferrall decided to drop the subject.

Sometimes, instead of arguing to stop someone from trying to run before they'd learned to walk, it was better to let them run and then explain why they shouldn't have after they fell.

After receiving some useless information from Lynch, Ferrall quickly departed, leaving Lynch to prepare.

Later, Lynch called Vera. The purchase of bonds might involve substantial funds, using his personal account, so he needed Vera's assistance.

Not long afterward, Lynch's car appeared outside the upscale residential compound where Vera lived. Even this affluent neighborhood seemed affected at the moment. Lynch noticed a truck parked outside loaded with furniture, and a woman holding hands with two children, her face reflecting uncertainty about the future.

Only the children, laughing and playing carefree, seemed unaware of the gravity of the situation. Moving seemed like an adventure to them, something fun. They couldn't yet grasp that it signaled a less bright path ahead.

Happiness was always a transient thing.

Before long, Vera emerged from her residential compound carrying a bag. She had applied some light makeup to enhance her natural look and conceal minor imperfections.

As she got into the car, Vera noticed Lynch's gaze. She glanced outside, unable to resist saying, "This is the ninth family this month..."

She then turned back to Lynch, "You might not believe it, but more families are facing the decision to move out of this residential compound. They can't afford their loans and interest anymore; the banks are taking their homes."

Lynch also looked at her, "How are things on your end? Any trouble?"

Vera nodded, "Some trouble, but nothing major. I know what you're going to say, and if necessary, I'll speak up."

"I hope it won't get to that point." Lynch offered a slight blessing, lifting Vera's spirits a bit.

They had also invested a lot of money in stocks, as both their jobs allowed them to earn more than others.

Some of this money went to repay loans and various installments, while the rest went into financial markets for appreciation.

Both were accountants, highly sensitive to money and numbers. They knew money depreciated and quickly at that.

According to a report from last year not publicly released, the Federal Thor had depreciated by 12.7% in just one year—meaning that out of every hundred bucks, 12.70 bucks mysteriously vanished.

In any rapidly developing society, this phenomenon was common. The value created by society surpassed the face value of the currency, necessitating more money to meet daily needs.

The more money issued, the more the currency's value shrunk. Money itself was also a commodity, so naturally, it needed to follow market rules.

For ordinary people, the concept of currency depreciation may be limited to things simply becoming more expensive. However, Gap and Vera had a clear understanding that if money wasn't invested or spent wisely, its actual value would only diminish over time.

Therefore, investment became a necessity for such households. When it came to investment choices, nothing suited accountants better than stocks and securities, particularly Gap, who had opportunities to access insider information and had made money through such avenues.Please vote for this novel at /series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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