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Chapter 95: Revelry
The moment Lynch announced the auction seats that could be purchased with money, Richard wanted to say something. However, before he could speak, Lynch stopped him with a single glance.
This was another part of Lynch's income in this plan. How could one expect to make big money without taking any risks? In this world, there was no love without reason, especially for someone like Lynch, who took all the risks upon himself, leaving the benefits for others. From the beginning, one of his goals was to sell these seats.
Even for people like Richard, their free seats would gradually be canceled. There was no such thing as making money without putting in any effort. Working in a factory might have less risk, but the earnings were also lower. Risk and reward were directly proportional—higher risks would lead to higher returns. Of course, sometimes risk was not just about the increase or decrease of wealth.
This time, the children achieving the top sales commission was intentional on Lynch's part. Perhaps only Richard understood why the children secured the top spot—it was because they had more seats.
Seats represented potential, and the more seats one had, the greater the potential. It was a simple process of quantitative change. If one person out of ten was willing to buy something, then in a hundred people, there would be ten buyers. In two hundred people, there would be twenty buyers. The spending power of twenty people might not necessarily be higher than that of ten people, but it certainly wouldn't be lower.
After some people calmed down, they might start considering the risk and possibly withdraw. However, Lynch gave them some hope—if they could get into the top three, with less than ten thousand in commission, he would make up the difference and give them ten thousand!
This added a different perspective for these people. Even if their commission couldn't exceed ten thousand, as long as it was higher than others, Lynch would make up the difference. In other words, they would spend nine thousand for the auction, and if they could be in the top three, they would still have a one-thousand profit!
It was a simple calculation that everyone could understand. Yes, everyone!
This was one of Lynch's goals. There were a total of fourteen cities in the entire state, some bigger and some smaller. Assuming each city had around three thousand seats on average, there would be a total of forty-two thousand seats in fourteen cities.
At five bucks per seat, Lynch's weekly income would be around two hundred thousand, just from the seat fees alone. These salespeople were unlikely to sit idly; as long as someone stirred things up, Lynch's income would increase significantly. He would introduce some extravagant, high-priced items in each session specifically for these scheming salespeople—a special tool to help them compete for the top three in their regions.
With a seat fee of two hundred thousand per week and additional income and bonuses outside the commission, these people could provide him with at least one million in monthly income!
Was this his entire plan? No, far from it!
After throwing out a question, Lynch gave them some time to think, then invited everyone to celebrate together.
Except for two people who lost their free seats and left, everyone else, including Vera and her two accountants, went with Lynch to a decent hotel in Sabin city.
Various sumptuous and exquisite dishes were continuously placed on the table. Lynch had already arranged with the hotel in advance, and the dinner was held in a format similar to a cocktail party.
They even opened a small conference hall specifically for Lynch, and three songs were offered for free—there was a dedicated band in the hotel. After three songs, there would be a charge, but Lynch didn't hesitate to spend the money. He wanted these people to experience the intoxication of luxury!
The long tables on both sides were filled with various foods, the band was performing on stage, and a local mezzo-soprano singer with a captivating voice was singing soothing songs. Lynch also arranged services with an talent agency.
Just when everyone was enjoying everything and thought that was all, Lynch showed them something they usually couldn't see.
Models in revealing attire suddenly appeared, the mezzo-soprano singer smiled and left, replaced by a younger girl singing popular songs.
Lynch walked onto the stage, embracing two girls in revealing outfits, holding two bottles of champagne. When he stood in front of the microphone, he raised the champagne and poured it over the girls' heads and bodies.
They, aside from experiencing a bit of initial surprise, quickly recovered and, even amidst the spill of drinks, began to sway their bodies and dance. The atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly became lively.
Immediately after, on both sides behind him, fans started spinning, and staff members continuously threw bundles of banknotes into the air blowers. The bills twirled and scattered everywhere, causing everyone to collectively hold their breath in that moment!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the party has begun!"
Food, alcohol, wealth, hormones—everyone was immersed in it!
After a very brief pause, everyone started going crazy!
...
Lynch squeezed out of a group of girls with difficulty. This was the first time he demonstrated how to celebrate after making money for everyone. Anyway, since making money was so easy, these people would soon learn it.
Lynch cannot expect someone who adhered to social morals to become an accomplice in his quest for wealth, but these individuals could. Gradually, they would lose themselves in the pursuit of money, becoming tools for him to make a profit.
In less than ten minutes, the young models sent by the entertainment company taught these young people how to enjoy themselves.
Lynch escorted the two girls out—one was Vera, and the other was the girl who came with Vera. "Sorry for not notifying you in advance..."
He apologized for his behavior, as the sight of the crazed people inside was indeed somewhat unseemly. Vera blushed but assured him it was okay, and the girl also expressed understanding.
The girl looked at Lynch with a somewhat special expression. She originally thought this was just an ordinary job, but it seemed not.
Later, Lynch took them to the restaurant in the hotel for a sumptuous dinner, arranged for a vehicle to send them back, and he stayed back to clean up the aftermath.
Just as Vera got into the car and the vehicle started to leave, she suddenly asked Lynch a question, her face a bit flushed but also angry. "Do big companies celebrate like this too?"
Lynch nodded, "They're even crazier..." Saying that, he whispered something in Vera's ear, causing her to cover her face and withdraw from the window. After a brief moment of eye contact, Lynch said his goodbyes once more, and the car swiftly vanished into the flow of traffic.
When Lynch returned to the small conference hall, the hall was filled with a strange smell. Some people seemed to be in some kind of pain, yet they were moaning, seemingly in pleasure. Some girls' clothes had flown off to who knew where, and they were kneeling on the ground, picking up the scattered bills bit by bit. They paid no attention to their appearance, seemingly unconcerned about how unseemly they might look.
The only ones who seemed out of place were the children. They were still eating, and some were packing food into bags.
When they noticed Lynch's arrival, they were frightened. Several children held plates with steaks and didn't know what to do. Lynch smiled, waved to them, and led them to the lounge... no, the VIP room.
When he opened the lounge, there were already people inside. So he took the children to the VIP room.
In the VIP room, he looked at the children, nodded, and asked a question. "Were you sent by your parents, or are you from an orphanage?"
"Some were sent by their parents, but more are from orphanages," replied the oldest child.
Those sent by parents to work as child labor were the minority. Apart from step-parents and families struggling to survive, ordinary people wouldn't do that. The children in the hands of News Heads mainly came from various large welfare institutions.
Lynch nodded again. "If I apply to be your guardian, would you agree?"
He sat back with his legs crossed. "You don't need to call me father or dad. I'm just your boss. This way, it can save you the money you would give to the orphanages. It will also give you more autonomy. What do you think?"
The older child was somewhat tempted. He didn't agree immediately but cautiously replied, "We need to go back and discuss it with everyone."
Lynch nodded repeatedly. "Sure, also, let the waiter at the door pack the food for you. Even if you're not afraid of dirtying the food, be careful not to dirty your bags."
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