Chapter 1294: Chapter 1293: One Night’s Gains
If Lynch only had fifty thousand dollars and was discussing a business deal worth six hundred thousand, then that’s a matter of ambition.
But he is too wealthy, yet talking about a deal worth six hundred thousand is a waste of time, and could even be considered as being underestimated.
However, considering he had played a few friendly matches with Momo and is more familiar with her situation, he gave her a chance.
The media is very important, and it will become increasingly important.
The Federation’s lower social class citizens are incredibly stupid.
As long as it’s something said by a famous person, or aired on TV, they believe it to be true.
Why are more and more politicians starting to get used to TV speeches?
Besides reaching a wider audience, many people instinctively believe that what is said on TV must be true.
Like TV evangelism, something that is unbelievable to the uneducated, yet it’s very prevalent in the Federation.
Every Sunday, on preaching days, those citizens open the Church’s TV channel and watch the priests and bishops host the preaching ceremony.
Furthermore, TV stations, newspapers, and magazines are very important windows that can amplify a person’s voice countless times and spread it further.
Perhaps this is why the Federation’s people are so dumb; as long as the audience is large enough, there’s always a couple of low-IQ individuals jumping out to show off their intellect.
Lynch needs his own media group to voice his opinions when necessary.
This is different from getting support from others. Someone else’s support is always someone else’s; only what you control is truly yours.
Lynch’s statement left Momo a bit stunned; she just wanted some investments to start up a program and find sponsors to keep the program running.
But... how did it suddenly become such a big project?
She felt a bit confused, yet excited.
"I plan to acquire a TV station, start a magazine, a newspaper office, and a publishing house."
"Of course, if necessary, I’ll also invest in other media or publishing houses."
"I need someone I can trust to handle these matters for me, and you’re a great choice!"
Lynch gave Momo a huge opportunity, and rather than joyful, she felt a bit scared.
Honestly speaking, she just wanted a new program, not... become a president of a consortium.
But Lynch’s words echoed in her ears at this moment.
It’s time to spread your wings for your dreams!
Momo’s eyes became resolute, "What should I do?"
The next day...
Why suddenly jump to the next day, isn’t this common sense?
The next morning, Momo returned to the TV station where she worked and processed her resignation paperwork.
As a famous host, it’s actually quite complicated to leave the TV station. In the words of capitalists, the TV station spent a lot of materials and financial resources cultivating a famous host.
Wanting to leave after gaining fame isn’t such an easy task.
Such savings often come with some breach penalties, but there are also examples of peaceful separations, quite a few actually.
Eventually, all the materials showed up on the director’s desk.
It’s the same office, the same two people as yesterday.
The door was tightly shut.
The director’s facade didn’t show any emotions, but he was quite dissatisfied inside.
This dissatisfaction stems from Momo not adhering to the company’s rules; she didn’t kiss his... if she had done so, the director might have considered allocating some resources to her, but she didn’t.
Not only did she not do it, she pretended she was going to, causing him to lose face.
Everyone’s adults, he shifted backward revealing enough room in front for one to squat; everyone knew what he meant.
Momo made him lose face, those outside were unaware, but he was still quite angry, even a little ashamed and annoyed when facing Momo again.
All because of this female whore!
While reviewing these documents, he secretly felt a sense of satisfaction not visible to outsiders.
After about several minutes of reading, he took his glasses off, "Momo..." he called her name, then seemed to fall into contemplation.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "You still have two years remaining on your contract with the TV station; before the time ends, I can’t sign your papers."
He clasped his hands together on the table in front of him, sounding very genuine, "Although I’m the director of the TV station, you must understand that I’m not the loudest voice here; it’s the board."
"They have the authority to overturn my decisions, and..." he fiddled with the documents on the table, "This isn’t in line with the rules either."
With Lynch’s backing, Momo was very bold, "I can pay the penalty; I checked, it’s twenty thousand."
She could sell her house, combine it with her savings, and almost gather this amount.
The station director curled his lips, "Sorry, it’s not about the penalty fee, to us, two hundred thousand... it means nothing, do you understand what I mean?"
A mocking smile appeared on Momo’s face, one side of her mouth slightly lifted, as if she was smiling, but on closer look, it didn’t seem like a smile at all, which was infuriating.
The station director’s intention was already very clear, he was not giving her a chance to leave, he intended to put her on ice.
Momo’s smile made the station director even more angry inside, yet as a semi-public figure, he knew how to control his emotions well.
There was still not much anger in his voice, "Actually, there’s a way..."
He held onto his words, expecting Momo to ask him what the solution was.
But Momo just looked at him, making him feel increasingly irritated.
He leaned back, once again leaving enough space between himself and the table for an adult to squat down in, resting his body back, "However, I can help persuade the board, you know, I am the station director."
"I am in charge of the station’s daily operation, if I speak up..." he showed a meaningful smile, "they need to rely on my work capabilities, my words carry more weight than others."
Obvious implication, at this moment, the station director looked at Momo condescendingly, even if she did exactly as he asked, he had no intention of letting her go easily this time.
He would drag it out for a few days, and then tell this woman that the board rejected his request.
He would also present himself as being reluctant, then propose to make another effort to discuss this with the board, thereby demanding more.
Look, I even fell out with the board for you, there’s no way the relationships here are that simple.
He could demand more, and this was a perk of being the station director.
He had already thought of how to mess with this female host who had made him very unhappy over the past couple of days, this was the sweetness of power.
"What are you doing?"
Momo’s question interrupted the station director’s daydream of the wonderful experience that was about to follow, he snapped back to reality, raising his eyebrows and looking at Momo, as if to ask her "what are you waiting for."
"You’re fucking disgusting, I’ve heard you have a lot of people suck your..."
"But rest assured, I’m not that kind of person, not only will I not do that, I despise you!"
"Look at your pathetic appearance, I only feel sorry for your mother."
"She gave you life hoping you would become a great person, yet you hide in this dark corner like a rat, using your meager power to toy with women!"
Her voice was so loud that there was already some commotion outside the door.
The station director’s face was burning red, with a hint of purple, this was the biggest humiliation he had ever endured in his life!
Momo stood up, she was the one truly looking down on the station director, the contempt in her eyes was no longer hidden, "Whether you’re willing to sign and let me leave or not, it doesn’t matter to me."
"I’m not respecting you, but the fairness of the process, but it clearly hasn’t been reflected here."
With that, Momo grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at the station director, making a "slap" sound upon hitting his face, then they scattered all over the floor.
The contempt and disdain on her face made the station director feel deeply hurt, he pressed the red button, but didn’t push it, as this would connect him to the security guard.
He glared at Momo, fiercely, "Don’t think you can anger me into letting you go, until the contract ends, you can rot in the corner of the company!"
"In two years, I guarantee not a single person will remember you, you bitch!"
Just as he was about to press it and have security throw this crazy woman out of his office, Momo stepped forward, placing both hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward as she looked at him.
"You know, yesterday I went to see Mr. Lynch, yes, Mr. Lynch, the youngest billionaire."
"He has more demeanor than you, and he’s funnier, I spent the whole night sucking his...!"
"Whether you sign it or not, it doesn’t matter, but you need to know, you’re going to mess up Mr. Lynch’s plans."
"And me..." she chuckled a few times, a kind of pride she had never experienced before filled her body.
Over the years she had been so cautious, until this moment!
"Maybe in the future when you see me, you’ll have to address me as Ms., understand?"
The station director’s shocked face turned from red to a bruised purple, but soon it began to turn pale, so pale it almost lost all color.
Mr. Lynch...
Just hearing this name made the station director’s legs feel a bit weak.
The absolute core of a new consortium, the incubation base outside the city was already in use, with more than thirty companies settling in.
And these companies all had significant shares from Future Light Investment Company, of which Lynch held a vast amount of equity.
Bupen’s media and institutions had analyzed that under Future Light’s investment strategy, a massive consortium would quickly form, possibly expanding faster, larger, and more fearsome than any previous consortium!
If... Momo was telling the truth, he indeed wouldn’t dare offend this woman.
After tensely holding on for more than ten seconds, the station director sat upright again, somewhat stiffly signing his name on the resignation letter.
He didn’t doubt the authenticity of this information, he also speculated that Momo and Lynch had some kind of connection.
Such a figure, stomping him out would be like squashing an ant.
He didn’t dare to gamble!
