Darkstone Code-Chapter 1016 - 1014: It’s Like a Handshake!

Isabella has a certain understanding of the Federation, which is all based on the presidential election.

Someone once said, if you want to understand a country, look at its most political and most commercial parts, and you’ll get a rough idea.

Gafura’s most political aspect is the imperial inheritance and noble privileges, even the most commercial capitalists cannot escape the meddling of the noble group, so if you want to be an enviable success in Gafura, you must have the key element—connections with the nobles.

Otherwise, give up the futile struggle; the harder you struggle, the deeper you sink, and eventually, you can only become a sacrifice under the rule of Gafura’s noble group, never making any progress in life.

People cannot fight against the tide, cannot go against the currents, because people are just people, not some great deity, they cannot change these things.

What is the Federation like?

It’s the exact opposite of Gafura; the president is not genuinely elected by politicians or voters, but is pushed forth by capitalists using their methods.

Behind every presidential election is an uncountable amount of funds burning through the support, from a poster with a candidate’s face to the nationwide campaign parades, every step burns a lot of campaign funds.

All this money comes from those big capitalists.

It’s the same commercially, the capitalists firmly control the country’s commerce and finance, and the Federation Government doesn’t even have much power to interfere in this area!

This reveals the country’s most real, bare essence; it’s a country where the capitalists call the shots!

In this country, to have a great future, you must get the support of the capitalists!

Isabella has lost her most important bargaining chip; if she doesn’t want to be half-confined in the Federation for the rest of her life in a way she’s unwilling to endure, her best option is to find someone to support her, and regain utilizable value.

She already knows her situation now, she even knows she has already become a "substitute," to quickly replace Sanchez if something happens to him.

But if nothing happens to Sanchez, then nothing will change for her; she can only live in this country in an ordinary, humble way.

Coincidentally, there’s a capitalist in front of her who, in her eyes, can reignite her hope—a capitalist who can support her, she needs Lynch’s support.

Lynch slightly shook his head, "You have nothing to offer, you know, the essence of a transaction is mutual."

"You give me what I want, and then you can get what you want. To put it simply, I have what you want, but you can’t offer anything I want, do you understand what I mean?"

Lynch looked at the dial on his wristwatch, "I have other work in the afternoon, if you have nothing else, I think I should take my leave."

Mr. Wardrick had given him shares in the lighter factory, he hasn’t gone there yet, he plans to, even if he does nothing, letting people know he has confirmed the ownership of the shares is helpful for stabilizing the board and the shareholders’ meeting.

If anyone thinks Mr. Wardrick giving him the shares in the lighter factory is simply a gift, it’s a very naïve thought.

Right after Lynch accepted the shares, the lighter factory immediately proceeded with a second round of share issuance and funding increase, in other words, the shares Lynch holds could shrink anytime.

It is said that because Mr. Wardrick gave these shares to him, someone became interested in the lighter factory; there are even rumors that the lighter factory is preparing to go public...

Fascinating.

The power of capital is more delicate than the wind, delicate enough to sneak into every pore in a person’s skin to find the interests they want!

As the catalyst for the entire incident, Lynch has to go take a look and see who is orchestrating things, maybe it is Mr. Wardrick, but he believes, perhaps Severa is pushing all this from behind the scenes.

Seeing that Lynch is not pretending to leave, Isabella was a bit anxious, "We have the best tobacco farms, I can unconditionally supply Every Moment with those premium tobacco leaves of the past."

Lynch said nothing, Isabella gritted her teeth, "I know some mineral deposits, and I know there’s a place with oil, we just don’t have the capacity to extract it, so it has remained untouched."

This is one of the General’s core secrets, maybe they don’t understand what "sustainable development" is, but they do know they can’t always rely on one thing, you need two legs to walk steadily!

After Every Moment changed hands, the General intended to send people to mine iron and copper to exchange ore for funds, but before they could implement it, he was assassinated.

At this moment, Lynch showed some interest, "These things belong to all of humanity, they don’t belong to one person, anyone can extract..."

Isabella bit her lip, "It’s not the same if someone else extracts it versus doing it ourselves, Mr. Lynch..."

She suddenly stood up, unveiling her clothes, maybe it’s relatively hot in the Federation, she wasn’t wearing much, her clothes fell to the floor with a swish, leaving only a pair of underwear.

Isabella’s complexion is very fair, perhaps due to the lower UV intensity in Mariluo, or maybe for other reasons.

Her fair skin perfectly complemented the blue in her eyes, making the blue even more striking!

Sky blue, signifies divinity, in Mariluo tradition, only the eyes of "heavenly beings" are blue, all others are "earthy beings," namely commoners.

Her physique is excellent too; in a war-torn country, if you cannot manage your physique well, the danger is significant.

If you’re too fat or thin, you’ll be easily spotted in a crowd during an assassination and have a hard time escaping, or even counter-killing.

You can’t expect a 300-pound lady or gentleman to make the nimble moves a 120-pound person can, nor expect them to counter-kill anyone after running a few steps breathlessly.

Constantly maintaining exercise and health management, Isabella carries a peculiar pride in her body, the tattoos on her arms and shoulders adding a mysterious tint to her physique.

Lynch’s eyes flickered, "I don’t understand what you mean."

"No, you understand!" Isabella took a bolder step forward, "Once we become our own people, you will have the possibility of supporting me, Lynch...I really need your help."

"I don’t know how the Federation plans to treat me, but it’s definitely not what I want, I can give you a child..."

"He will inherit everything from me.", Isabella looked down at Lynch, bending to pick up his hand, and placed it on her abdomen, "He will be the king of Mariluo!"

Ambitious.

This was Lynch’s evaluation of Isabella, genuinely ambitious, not hiding her ambitions at all, she’s luring him into the water this way. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

While feeling the delicacy of Isabella’s skin, he pondered the benefits of extending a helping hand; he didn’t naively believe Isabella’s words to be true or credible.

This could even be another trap, assuming they really have a child, raised by the mother, he/she will only grow to hate the father enjoying his privileged life far away in the Federation.

If he truly became a ruler, then some ethical drama beloved by Federations post-dinner might unfold.

Even without those, Isabella would find a means for that child to fight for Lynch’s assets.

This is not an optimal choice.

Seeing Lynch still hesitating, Isabella again stated, "Everyone eventually thinks for themselves, if you find all this insufficient to move you, why not try leaving a backdoor for yourself?"

"If something irresistible happens, you could seek asylum in Mariluo!"

Lynch couldn’t help but laugh, "You underestimate the Federation; if one day I can’t hold on and have to flee overseas, wherever I go won’t matter much."

"Mariluo is even less a good choice; you have nothing, you haven’t even experienced something called ’carpet bombing’, nothing would remain after such an attack."

Seeing the nearly desperate Isabella in front of him, Lynch subtly felt the friction between his palm and her skin—a rather marvelous feeling.

"Yet we can have some cooperation in other aspects, minerals, oil, they are indeed very important!"

No matter when their value far exceeds their actual worth.

These things also hold political and strategic value; the benefits derived from any such value far exceed its actual value.

For example, these mineral deposits could be handed to Mr. Pato for extraction, or even subcontracted to them, which would not only yield substantial returns but also improve relations with the Star Dream Butterfly Conglomerate.

Oil can be kept, the future will require more and more oil, both civilian and military uses can’t do without oil.

Especially when war breaks out, oil instantly rises to the level of strategic reserves and national security, the benefits it brings at that level surpass its actual value.

Besides, Mariluo is a suitable place for military training, Isabella’s previous words weren’t entirely untruthful.

People must leave a way out for themselves... no, leave multiple ways out!

Lynch withdrew his hand, looking at her, "What are you waiting for?"

...

Forty minutes later, Lynch, with Isabella’s help, was dressed up again.

It might look unnecessary, but this process is crucial, much like... signing a contract, verbal agreements won’t reassure people, only making appropriate "concessions" works!