CHAPTER 320: 0318 GOLD RUSH

"...At that time, we were very close to the migrating herd of cattle, and the grass on the prairie was very tall. We didn’t realize that danger was already lurking around us..."

In a spacious and bright room, gentlemen and ladies of high society gathered together. Whether sitting or standing, each was impeccably dressed and exuded an air of elegance and grandeur, attentively listening to the legendary story from Lynch’s lips.

Their attention was highly focused because what Lynch spoke about were his personal experiences, things that none of them had ever encountered before. It was precisely because they hadn’t, that it was so enticing.

When he mentioned the dangers of hunting a leopard attack, everyone held their breath, and a few ladies nervously pressed their chests, which was enough to prove how thrilling this part of the story was!

Lynch stood at the center of people’s attention, holding a wine glass. The pomade in his slicked-back hair and his slightly old-fashioned attire actually portrayed a distinctive steadiness, a maturity beyond his years.

He nodded slightly, raising his hand with the wine glass a bit, "At that moment, a leopard suddenly leaped out from the grasses on my left, seeing me as its prey, intending to hunt me!"

The ladies cried out in surprise, while the gentlemen sipped their wine to ease the tension the story brought them.

"A giant mouth that seemed capable of swallowing my head whole, yellowing teeth, and a stench—I thought of death at that instant!"

The room was silent, except for the lingering echo of Lynch’s last syllable. He looked around, "Yes, I thought of death for the first time. Before that, I always felt death was something for the elderly or the unlucky to worry about. I was still young, I shouldn’t have considered it, but at that moment, I felt it."

"The preciousness of life, and my awe and fear of death."

Everyone’s spirits swayed with his words. He paused for a moment, giving everyone ample time to feel the weight behind his words.

Life has always been a serious topic, and he connected perfectly with this topic, as it was something he personally experienced.

After a moment, his serious face finally revealed a bit of a smile, "I’m grateful the Lord didn’t abandon me, even though my feet were on foreign soil, I survived, I quickly bent down..."

He made a motion similar to dodging, which in this kind of setting would be considered impolite and ungraceful. Everyone here was an elite of high society, but at this moment, no one would criticize Lynch for being inappropriate; instead, they hoped for more.

"Leopards can jump quite high, maybe three meters, or four meters?" He shook his head, "I don’t know. Anyway, it pounced wanting to turn me into its meal, but regrettably, I wasn’t ready for that. I dodged the deadly leap and bite, and it flew over my head. My neck could even feel the friction of its fur against my skin!"

"I was lucky to survive, which also gave me the chance to stand here and tell you everything I saw on that land."

"You’re really lucky, Mr. Lynch, these stories made me very excited and tense," a young lady couldn’t help but interject. Lynch’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, it was evident that the lady was indeed very nervous.

Language is damn magical.

"Ma’am!" Lynch emphasized with a smile, "This isn’t a story, ma’am, these are my experiences with not a shred of fabrication, the Lord can attest to this!"

The young lady’s already flushed cheeks turned even redder, she bowed slightly, "Sorry, I used the wrong word, Mr. Lynch, you’re truly an adventurer!"

Lynch laughed and pointed at her, "Adventurer, I like this word!"

He said as he looked at everyone else, "Actually, we are all adventurers. My journey in Nagariel was an adventure, but in fact, each of our lives is an adventure, and our country is also undergoing an adventure."

"I call all explorations of the unknown adventures: life, work, and even expanding international relations under the leadership of the President are adventures. We are all adventurers!"

This statement resonated with many. A gentleman stood up, raising his glass, "Let’s toast to the adventurer, to Mr. Lynch!"

Arms like a forest, fragrant wine, smiling faces like blooming flowers, Lynch adapted well to everything here. Since returning to the Federation, leveraging his influence from before he left and his adventurous experiences, he quickly began giving speeches and participating in several program recordings.

People’s curiosity about the outside world was fully expressed in this matter. Most people already knew the adventure stories Lynch told, but whenever Lynch appeared, they still wanted to hear him say it all over again, which quickly expanded Lynch’s influence.

At the very least, everyone knew adventurer Lynch and all about Nagariel, all part of Lynch’s plan.

After more than two hours of communication ended, people left satisfied with their gains, and Lynch received some small notes. Some ladies hoped to discuss a big business deal with him, and incidentally talk about some rather private adventure stories, like cave explorations.

Of course, Lynch refused them all. He was a young man who kept himself clean.

After almost all the guests were seen off, one guest remained in the room. Lynch looked at him, and he looked at Lynch.

After a few seconds of eye contact, the guest nodded in praise, "Great story, did you make it up yourself?"

Facing skepticism, Lynch showed no sign of panic. He shook his head, "No, these are things I’ve genuinely experienced."

The guest chuckled and shook his head, "I don’t believe it..." He glanced at the staff outside the door and proposed, "Should we go somewhere for a drink?"

This place was a large hall at Bupen Grand Hotel used for hosting various meetings or events, which Lynch specifically rented to promote his adventure stories.

Everything needs packaging and promotion, he understood this well.

Now that the story was over, the hotel’s staff awaited tidying this place up. They wouldn’t rush Lynch, but Lynch had to be considerate himself.

Raising his wrist to glance at his watch, Lynch nodded, "Certainly, Mr. Truman!"

Indeed, the last guest was Truman, the highest officer in the Office of International Affairs/Policy Research. It was rumored he might officially join the cabinet soon, rather than just overseeing an office at the President’s Mansion.

Recent diplomatic affairs and changes in international policy have shown his visionary views, consistently accurate as always.

He recently put forth a rather uncomfortable stance—the supremacy of national interests theory.

This theory has existed for a long time, capitalists started following this framework long ago, but he systemized it within international policy, using sharp language and methods to make people understand that sentiments, and morality, have no place in the international community.

The President seemed to appreciate these ideas; some felt unspeakable about them.

Since Lynch returned these days, he tirelessly promoted his experiences. It did seem like personal legendary tales, but Truman had already noticed a different scent.

The two changed clothes and found a regular bar, choosing a secluded spot with no disruptions.

They ordered two drinks and a few snacks as accompaniments. Truman asked a question, "What are you planning?"

He believed Lynch’s intensive participation in salons and television appearances had a purpose. He studied this young man, who was quite purposeful in everything he did; he had already decided his goals, which led to all this happening now.

Lynch’s gaze locked on his wine glass as he shook it, the amber-colored drink under the changing lights showing a slight bluish tint as it swayed back and forth.

The aroma from the glass made one want to taste its flavor, but Lynch didn’t do so. He was pondering.

After about twenty seconds, Lynch moved his gaze from the glass to Mr. Truman’s face, meeting his eyes, "Do you know about Gold Diggers?"

This somewhat abrupt question briefly puzzled Truman, but he quickly realized what Lynch meant, "You want to turn Nagariel into the west?"

Though expressed as questions, their tone was very affirmative, turning these sentences into statements.

Lynch raised his glass for a sip, then set it down while slowly swallowing the alcoholic beverage in his mouth. He looked directly at Mr. Truman, "It’s filled with gold!"

"Whether physical or non-physical, it’s filled with gold. If we bend down, we can pick up money, making me recall what’s known as the best era, not long ago."

Truman remained silent, continuing to watch him; he didn’t believe this young man’s purpose was so simple.

Lynch’s face then showed a slight smile, "But we have many competitors, I’m not afraid of these people, I even have enough confidence to defeat them, but it requires a lot of time."

"Mr. Truman, the current era progresses too quickly. I lack the time to finish these bit by bit, I need help, I need reliable people to assist me!"

Mr. Truman frowned, muttering a word—"Gold Diggers"

He largely understood Lynch’s idea, though he found it slightly absurd and somewhat comical, "Are you this confident?"

"When you hesitate, you’re actually bowing to destiny," Lynch said something Truman did not expect.