Darkstone Code

Chapter 495: 0493 Every day something is happening


This interview with the surviving families of the wealthy was very successful, although Lynch didn't say much and was contemplating whether to invite over some feminists.

But overall, the interview was successful.

In this world, the international community, including those people in the Federation who are starting to worry unnecessarily, actually don't pay attention to the social conditions of the lower classes abroad.

They don't really care about these things. The poor will never care if the poor living elsewhere are doing better than themselves.

No matter if they are living better or worse, everyone feels that they are the one most in need of help.

If someone is truly miserable, it must certainly be themselves.

People only focus on problems that happen to the rich and find greater resonance.

Rather than talking about how primitive people at the bottom are living, it's better to talk about the lives of foreign billionaires. Only the tragedies that befall these rich people can make people truly realize how bad things are here now.

"Good heavens, even the rich have suffered; they must be serious this time."

To gauge whether a social event has truly caused a terrible impact on society, just see if the rich are affected.

So when these reports came out, they immediately attracted widespread international attention as people discussed whether the turmoil in Nagariel had any warning significance.

In another country, a mother and her son also saw this piece of news.

"Simon..." The flamboyantly dressed woman appeared to be only in her forties, though she was actually much older.

Thanks to the large sum of money her husband sent them every year to squander, their pampered lifestyle made them look very healthy.

The woman spent most of the money on maintenance and enjoyment. She had a personal hairdresser, beautician, physical trainer, and even a private intimate care specialist.

These made her look very young, and even though money couldn't stop time for her, it made her look younger than others.

A young man with great presence was sitting on a sofa not far away, legs crossed, eating an apple. When he heard his mother mention that man's name, he immediately frowned.

As for the father who abandoned him and his mother to sail away when he was a child, he only felt favorable toward him when he urgently needed money. Most of the time, he just resented the man, even while enjoying everything that man had provided for him.

Life, work, everything.

"What's happened with him now?" the young man asked indifferently. "I remember he wrote saying he wanted to come back."

The young man was very outstanding, having his own company at a young age, and although it lost money every year, the money Mr. Simon sent every year was enough to keep his company afloat and allow him to gain more social experience.

From a certain perspective, he saw squandering the money Simon sent back as a form of punishment for Simon!

The woman was momentarily dazed, and her expression soon turned into panicked dismay. She flipped the newspaper over, showing it to the young man, her voice altered from excessive fright, "It says here that your father died in Nagariel!"

The flippant smile on the young man's face quickly froze. At first, he couldn't believe it, but then he saw the news and became terrified.

The mother and son knew very well that their current comfortable life all stemmed from the money Mr. Simon sent back annually. They took this for granted, enjoying the money while convincing themselves that squandering it was their way of punishing Mr. Simon.

Punishing him for not considering their feelings and abandoning them to live freely on his own.

They even occasionally used words like "I wish you were dead" or "I want to convince myself you never existed" in letters to hurt Mr. Simon, to achieve some purpose or satisfy some twisted pleasure.

But Mr. Simon's actual death was a catastrophe for them.

The woman was about to lose everything she had now, including her various personal trainers, beauticians, hairdressers, and she could no longer afford branded luxury items or flaunt the joys money brought her in the circle of ladies.

She would soon grow old and ugly. Worse, her lover, younger even than her son, would completely abandon her once she could no longer provide him with money!

The young man was also terrified. His company survived annual losses only because of Mr. Simon's unconditional support. He always thought it was a necessary phase in the growth process of any young person, that with enough lessons and experience, he would grow up.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't see that day, and this young man, the son onto whom Mr. Simon had pinned high hopes, also had no chance to grow up.

At the beginning of next year, if he couldn't come up with enough money to deal with creditors, his factory, his company, his house, car, and all his luxury items would be taken away from him.

The money he had now was simply not enough to sustain his current levels of debt and lifestyle. He was on the verge of bankruptcy and might even be thrown into a factory by creditors to work off his debt for the rest of his life.

The young man snatched the newspaper from his mother's hand and read it carefully. He was nearly in complete despair, because the reporter in the newspaper was also a local, and even casually mentioned that Mr. Simon was a successful merchant from their own country.

This would allow readers to relate more, imagining what they would do if they ever ventured abroad, became successful merchants, and were faced with this kind of situation, although most who read this newspaper would never have such an opportunity in their lifetime, or even in the next.

This only confirmed for the young man that it was indeed his father, the old Simon.

Thankfully, the lower part of the newspaper gave him hope, and the near sinewy smile on his face now had a touch of ecstatic joy, "Do you see, Mom? It says there he has factories and stores over there, he is a successful businessman, and this money is all ours!"

He turned to his mother, his expression already somewhat twisted, pointing at a specific part, "We have to go there as soon as possible to reclaim what belongs to us, or it will be taken by others!"

The woman acted like a drowning person grabbing onto a rope, quickly stood up and, looking at the shaky content in the newspaper, nodded repeatedly, "Dear, you're right..."

That afternoon, the mother and son booked four tickets to Nagariel and left after having a sumptuous dinner.

As for why four tickets, it was because they also hired a lawyer specializing in property inheritance dispute cases. If they won the lawsuit, the lawyer could take forty percent of the inheritance from Mr. Simon as per the contract.

The fourth ticket was for their pet dog, a small ornamental breed named Colonel, quite small at less than twenty centimeters without the tail. It's a quite expensive breed, and it's said that the President's First Lady in their country also kept one of the same breed.

Meanwhile, in the Federation, some unexpected events were also unfolding.

The diplomat from Nagariel did not look well. A telegram came from home, questioning him about selling out national interests and demanding that he return immediately for an audit.

Apart from this telegram, there was another one from a very secretive friend, stating that the royal family secretly captured his family—but it didn't include those in his clan. The captured ones were only his immediate family, including his mother, brothers, and sisters, but excluding his father.

What the situation was with these people, no one knew, but one thing was certain: things were not good.

Without a doubt, the upheaval at home was certainly orchestrated by the person before him. He was now very troubled; on one hand, the people from the Federation were utterly shameless, having failed to persuade him, they sent people to stir trouble in Nagariel, yet he also had to admire the Federation's heavy reliance on him.

This was a very conflicting feeling; most of the time, admiring oneself was just a delusion of the inept, a self-comfort. Genuine talent would always be recognized.

He was grateful for the recognition, but not this manner...

"As long as you join us, none of these things will be a problem," said Mr. Truman, still in the warmth of the afternoon, as November approached, bringing a quick chill to the entire Federation.

People had started wearing coats, so had Mr. Truman. The investigators in the Federation adored this attire, making them easily recognizable in the crowd.

The diplomat was bemused, "Should I thank you for giving me another chance?" He meant that the other party hadn't completely eradicated everything, like figuring out a way to force the royal family to kill all his family members, making him turn against them.

Or using other more extreme and irreversible methods to resolve their differences.

Mr. Truman shook his head, "You know, the former President's son has officially been appointed as the Federation's ambassador to the Nagariel United Kingdom."

"I haven't heard that!" The diplomat was a bit surprised as this news had not been disclosed yet. Although by tonight, those who should know and those who shouldn't would know. However, it hadn't been revealed because Congress hadn't concluded.

Mr. Truman shrugged, "He is a very outstanding young man. He has already started walking on the path towards his life's goal. So what about you, Mr. Diplomat, when will you find the right direction for your life?"

"The right direction?!"

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