Chapter 95: The Celebration

The moment Lynch announced that auction seats could be bought with money, Richard wanted to object, but Lynch stopped him with a look.

This was another part of Lynch’s income plan. To make big money, you have to take risks.

There’s no such thing as love without reason, and Lynch was no saint who shouldered all the risks while giving away all the benefits. From the start, one of his goals was these seats.

Even Richard and his group would eventually lose their free seats. How could they expect to earn without any effort?

Working in a factory might be safer but pays less. Risk and reward are proportional; higher risk means higher reward. Sometimes risk is more than just financial.

Lynch deliberately showcased the children’s sales commission lead to prove a point.

Only Richard seemed to understand why the children topped sales — because they had more seats.

Seats represent potential. More seats mean greater potential — a simple quantitative process.

If one out of ten people buys something, then ten out of a hundred, twenty out of two hundred. Twenty people’s buying power might not be higher than ten, but not necessarily lower.

When some calmed down, they began considering risk and hesitating. But Lynch gave them hope — if they finish top three but earn less than 10,000 Sol, Lynch would make up the difference.

This gave them another motivation: even if their commission was below 10,000 Sol, as long as they ranked higher than others, Lynch would top it up.

In other words, they spend 9,000 Sol on auction seats; if they make top three, they still earn a 1,000 Sol profit.

This was a simple calculation everyone understood.

This was Lynch’s goal. The state had fourteen cities. Even if each city averaged 3,000 seats, that’s 42,000 seats total.

At 5 Sol per seat, Lynch would make about 200,000 Sol a week from seats alone.

These salespeople wouldn’t just wait passively. Whenever someone stirred things up, Lynch’s income would increase sharply. He planned to offer flashy, expensive items each round for those aggressive salespeople aiming for the top three.

200,000 Sol per week from seats means 800,000 Sol per month. Adding real income and off-the-line bonuses, these people would provide Lynch over a million Sol a month.

Was this all Lynch planned? No, far from it.

After posing this challenge, Lynch gave them time to think, then invited everyone to a celebration.

Except for two who lost free seats and left, everyone else — including Vera and her two accountants — went with Lynch to a fine hotel in Sabin City.

Tables were laden with rich, exquisite food. Lynch had arranged this in advance as a kind of cocktail party.

The hotel opened a small conference room for them and even gifted three songs by a live band — after which they’d have to pay, but Lynch didn’t mind. He wanted them to taste luxury.

Long tables filled with colorful dishes; the band played on stage; a local mezzo-soprano sang soothing songs. Lynch had also hired a talent agency’s services.

Just as everyone was enjoying this, Lynch revealed something unseen before.

Models dressed lightly suddenly appeared. The mezzo-soprano left with a smile, replaced by a younger girl singing pop songs.

Lynch took the stage, holding two lightly dressed girls and two bottles of champagne. Raising a bottle to the mic, he poured champagne over the girls’ heads and bodies.

After a brief shock, the girls began dancing as the room’s atmosphere heated up.

Suddenly, fans behind Lynch started blowing; staff threw stacks of bills into the air, which spiraled everywhere. Everyone held their breath.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the party begins!”

Food, alcohol, wealth, hormones — everyone immersed themselves.

After a brief pause, the crowd went wild.

Lynch slipped away from the girls. This was his first demonstration of how to waste money once it was earned — money came easily, and these people would soon learn the same.

You can’t expect a morally upright person to help you amass wealth, but these people would. They would lose themselves in money and become Lynch’s money-making tools.

Within just over ten minutes, the young models from the agency taught the young people how to indulge.

Lynch escorted two girls out — Vera and a girl with her — apologizing for not warning them.

He apologized for the wild scene inside; Vera blushed but said it was fine; the girl understood as well.

The girl looked at Lynch differently. She thought it was just a normal job, but clearly it was not.

Lynch then took them to the hotel restaurant for a lavish dinner and arranged transport for them. He still had to clean up the mess.

As Vera got in the car and it started, she suddenly asked, “Do big companies… celebrate like this?” Her face reddened with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Lynch nodded. “They’re even crazier…” He whispered something in her ear. She covered her face and pulled back. They exchanged a look before Lynch said goodbye. The car quickly disappeared into traffic.

When Lynch returned to the conference room, a strange smell filled the air. Some moaned in pain, though not very intensely. Some girls’ clothes were missing. They knelt on the floor picking up money, paying no mind to their disheveled appearance.

Only the children seemed out of place — still eating, even packing some food.

When they saw Lynch, they panicked. Several held plates of steak unsure what to do. Lynch smiled and beckoned them to a nearby lounge — no, a VIP room.

The lounge was already occupied, so he took them to the VIP room.

There, Lynch looked at the children and nodded. He asked, “Were you sent here by your parents or from an orphanage?”

“Some by parents, but more from orphanages,” the eldest answered.

Few children were sent by their parents; mostly from stepfamilies or desperate households. Most came from welfare homes.

Lynch nodded again. “If I apply to be your guardian, would you agree?”

He leaned back, crossing his legs. “You don’t have to call me father or dad. I’m just your boss. This can save you money that would go to welfare and give you more autonomy. What do you think?”

The eldest hesitated, cautious. “We need to discuss it with everyone first.”

Lynch nodded repeatedly. “Fine. Also, tell the waiter to pack your food. Even if you don’t mind dirtying your food, be careful not to soil your bags…”