Chapter 100: Change Society, Starting with You and Me

“There are so many people scrambling to give me money, I’m really troubled!”

This was Lynch’s genuine feeling at the moment. Although he made it clear that becoming a sales agent for the Interstellar Trading Company required no threshold, securing a seat at the auction cost an extra five Sol—and yet people’s enthusiasm did not wane.

This is quite normal. Everyone is the undisputed protagonist in their own world. Whatever their joys, sorrows, hardships, or wealth, their life scripts always seem the most reasonable to them.

They feel no awkwardness; their life trajectory is clear, and they are the main character in their story.

This is not wrong. Everyone is their own protagonist, which naturally leads some to believe they are different. This ingrained sense of identification gives them absolute conviction.

They don’t think they are worse than those who earn effortlessly. Instead, they strive harder, aiming to reach life’s summit.

Five Sol for a seat? No problem. Some even ask if they can rent out the entire venue.

To them, even renting out the whole place is hugely profitable—thousands to tens of thousands in earnings—so why not?

Lynch actually wants them to rent it out but must consider others and his own interests.

“So, we must rapidly develop business in other cities. The city hall will soon cooperate to promote our secondhand goods auctions under the slogan Revitalize idle goods, create secondary value across the state.”

In the office, Lynch spoke to a group of recovered young people about the development plan.

“You are my first partners and the people I trust most. Once we’re ready, some of you will go to certain cities as managers.”

“At that time, you won’t just get your own commissions, but a share of the branch company’s overall performance. I also hope you take responsibility for your work, because you will affect not only yourselves but many who rely on you to survive in society…”

Lynch’s words gripped some, especially Richard and Wood.

Richard was Lynch’s devoted supporter, backing all his decisions, especially those beneficial to himself.

Wood had observed Lynch for a short time and found no evidence of criminal behavior.

In fact, Wood was an outstanding young man, handpicked by the Federal Bureau of Investigation to be an undercover agent placed beside Lynch.

In these two weeks, he had blended in with everyone. Every business Lynch ran was legal; Lynch was more willing than anyone to pay taxes—something Wood found almost impossible before.

At school and during FBI training, they repeatedly indoctrinated Wood that Lynch was an evil businessman exploiting people, profiting illegally, involved in financial crimes, a ruthless capitalist.

But having been by Lynch’s side, Wood only saw people around Lynch getting rich, and those dismissed were simply unwilling to work hard.

The more Wood learned, the more guilty he felt—betraying the FBI and his superiors, yet enjoying his current life.

Every day, he studied with Richard and others—reading about how tycoons built their wealth, full of wisdom.

They discussed dreams and their futures—grounded but also idealistic.

It was more interesting and valuable than grueling training.

When asked why Lynch gave such large dividends, Lynch said it was a responsibility.

A society where only one person is wealthy is distorted and imperfect. Only when everyone walks the path to wealth can society approach perfection.

Lynch would undoubtedly become rich, but he would bring many others wealth as well—encouraging them to create more jobs for the poor.

If everyone could freely choose work without exploitation or oppression and easily achieve financial freedom, that was his goal and ideal.

Wealth need not be drenched in blood and exploitation—it can also be full of love and care.

A great ideal.

The society Lynch described was like a utopia; in that moment, he seemed to glow with golden light.

Wood, young and uncertain if these words could come true, was filled with passion and hope, willing to believe Lynch for once.

Moreover, Lynch was doing it. If the company grew as planned, by next year it would provide 1,000 to 2,000 jobs statewide.

Many might underestimate this, but to Wood—who had studied unemployment statistics—this was huge.

One job solves the livelihood of a family of at least three, radiating to two more families. In other words, one reliable job lifts about eight to ten people out of despair.

1,000 to 2,000 jobs affect the lives of 10,000 to 20,000 people. If Lynch grew richer and they did too, providing more jobs, what would society become?

Would it really be, as Lynch said, a place where everyone has work, no career worries, stable society, and abundant wealth?

Richard glanced oddly at Wood, whose eyes sparkled as he took notes. Richard sensed something was happening to his friend, as if Wood was shining.

He rubbed his eyes—no, Wood was just Wood; it was an illusion.

Lynch on stage didn’t notice he had gained a follower unwittingly. He continued describing his plans.

Painting a bright, grand future is a crucial tactic for rallying support in the early entrepreneurial phase—it stirs people’s motivation.

“…Starting this week, I’ll speed up building infrastructure. We will establish our own logistics company and possibly build a dedicated warehouse area. I don’t like the messy warehouse district in Sabin City!”

Wood wrote rapidly—logistics company, warehouse district—many would get secure jobs. This was a businessman’s social responsibility.

Wood’s excitement was contagious, energizing everyone. According to Lynch’s vision, the room held at least one billionaire, three multimillionaires, and others were mere millionaires.

Were they not smart enough? Lacking connections? Not favored by Lynch?

No—they simply weren’t hardworking enough. With 120% effort, they too could become multimillionaires or billionaires—everyone took it seriously.

This was a small-scale conversation about wealth; these young newcomers instantly became Lynch’s staunch supporters, even wanting to sing to express their excitement.

After inspiring the young people, Lynch drove a rental car to Sabin City’s rugby club to discuss forming a professional team.

This was also his condition for renting the city stadium—he needed to contribute to local sports so people wouldn’t oppose his commercial use of the sacred venue.

It was a great opportunity to promote the company’s image. The positive impact of local businesses on regional culture was immeasurable.

Ferrell might think the mayor was gouging Lynch, but only Lynch knew this was actually a great hidden gift.