"You seem a bit unwell?" Lynch looked at Charlie (sister) with a gentle voice, akin to what girls might call "the voice of a male protagonist."

Paired with his handsome appearance and the overflowing confidence from him, his face emanated a sun-like warmth that could permeate the heart!

Charlie (sister) snapped back to reality, looking at Lynch somewhat bewilderedly, then reacted, "Sorry, I just zoned out."

"Did I say anything?"

Lynch smiled, reminding her, "You were asking if my people discovered the silver mine."

Charlie (sister) covered her cheek, a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, I might not have rested well, just zoned out..."

Lynch nodded, seemingly accepting her explanation, "You mentioned it earlier..." He paused, then said, "Indeed, it was us who discovered this silver mine. Many soldiers were shocked by it."

"You might find it hard to imagine; it was quietly there for years without being discovered until a shell mistakenly hit the wrong place..."

Actually, in the Mariluo silver mine incident, there existed some aspects that didn’t quite make sense, like how such a large-scale open-pit silver mine could have gone undiscovered before, and why it suddenly was found now?

These questions were not unnoticed, it’s just that the impact of the silver mine on the market and society made people temporarily overlook these minor doubts.

Once they recovered from these shocks, some skepticism would arise.

Lynch knew these would be issues, so from the beginning, he found a suitable reason—pursuing the enemy.

"We were pursuing a group of warlord armed forces who fled into the woods. Considering the safety of our employees, we conducted a comprehensive bombardment of areas where they might be hiding."

"In the bombardment, we took these people out and accidentally revealed the soil covering these ores, showing their true appearance."

"We were very fortunate, not every time yields such a reward."

Charlie (sister) nodded like she was gaining something, "So who owns this land then?"

With a charming smile on her face, she had known since childhood how to leverage her advantages as a woman to solve problems, so she rarely encountered trouble in life and work.

"I mean who can decide who gets to mine this silver? I’m quite interested in them, you know, we’re maneuvering silver..."

Lynch smiled slightly, "It belongs to a lady called Isabella from Mariluo."

The maid brought drinks and some pastries, and he gestured to invite Charlie (sister) to try those very cute little pastries, "My maid is pretty skilled, perhaps you’ll like them."

Since the maid settled into her job, she started focusing on various work skills, like cooking and baking.

Many evaluate whether a middle-class household is "healthy" by observing the mistress’s culinary skills and the pastries she makes.

If the mistress’s cooking is excellent and the pastries are delicious, it indicates the household’s economy is very healthy; they aren’t short on money and have a lot of extra money and time allowing the mistress to learn and indulge.

If the mistress’s cooking is average and the pastries aren’t very tasty, their life might be more strained than they let on.

At least they can’t spend more money to improve the mistress’s cooking and baking skills!

It’s worth knowing that in the Federation, baking is still a very time and money-consuming "hobby," like some special baking materials and spices cost more than gold.

To have good baking skills, even with talent, requires quite a bit of money to accumulate.

The maid is quite lucky; in this regard, Lynch hasn’t restricted her ideas and supports her in learning these skills, even hiring a professional baking master as a mentor, with no limits on using materials.

Charlie (sister) picked up a piece, popped it into her mouth, her eyes instantly widened a bit, looking somewhat... interesting.

"Very delicious, strong orange flavor, what’s it called?"

"No particular name, just some casually made little pastries." Lynch responded casually, indeed having no formal name.

Charlie (sister) picked up another piece and put it into her mouth, "Different flavor, oh my, I love it, every piece is a surprise!"

A bit exaggerated, Lynch smiled.

Swallowing the food, taking a sip of coffee filled with a rich aroma, Charlie (sister) looked at Lynch, "A bit awkward, but I still want to ask, Mr. Lynch, do you think Ms. Isabella plans to mine these herself or intends to sell the mining rights?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She didn’t question Lynch about proving the silver mine belonged to that Isabella; what she wanted was just a result, using a smart approach to solve the issue by negotiating the mining rights first, regardless of whether it truly belongs to Lynch.

Even if Lynch lied, it wouldn’t matter; she just needed such a pretext.

If there were a dispute over the ownership of the silver mining rights, then until the dispute is resolved, nobody could mine the silver.

She merely faces two situations.

If Lynch tells the truth—she can choose not to mine, thus avoiding any impact on the entire silver market.

If Lynch lies—she can sue the real owner of the mining rights and drag it out for a long time until their betting agreement is completed.

She looked expectantly at Lynch, who was lost in thought.

He constantly frowned, causing Charlie (sister)’s heart to almost leap out of her throat!

Her biggest fear was Lynch telling her that this Ms. Isabella planned to mine the silver herself, which would undoubtedly have a huge impact on the market.

The political effects brought by the Silver Alliance can sustain the price of silver and push it higher in the short term, but without heavier national actions, silver’s price must still adhere to market laws.

As long as there is enough spot supply, whenever there’s a buyer, it will be sold, and the price will soon come down.

People’s greed and stupidity are limitless. When they can buy silver for nineteen bucks, someone will think, "Why shouldn’t I try eighteen dollars ninety-nine cents?"

Their behavior will quickly trigger market inertia, prompting more people to post prices at eighteen dollars ninety-nine cents, clearing the nineteen-dollar transactions.

If the sale continues, then someone will continue posting lower prices.

Everyone hopes to buy what they want at a lower price before considering pushing it up.

This foolish greed will ruin the alliance they’ve painstakingly built and nullify years of effort!

She looked at Lynch, unable to resist scooting over to sit by him, her hand resting on the back of his hand.

Their proximity was close enough for Lynch to catch the faint aroma of Charlie (sister).

"I really need the mining rights to this silver mine, Mr. Lynch, it’s extremely important to me, and I can do anything for it!" She didn’t choose to deceive Lynch with foolish words like, "It holds no special value for me."

Such words can’t even fool ordinary people, let alone Lynch, so she was very honest right from the start to show her sincerity.

Lynch glanced at the hand on the back of his hand, then turned slightly to look at Charlie (sister), but said nothing.

Charlie (sister) was somewhat anxious, trying hard to suppress her emotional fluctuations, looking at Lynch with a hint of pleading, "I really need it, I have no ties with Ms. Isabella, maybe you can help me!"

Lynch still didn’t speak, which caused Charlie (sister)’s mood to slowly decline. She had already said much, even hinting to Lynch that as long as she could get the mining rights, she was willing to pay any price!

But Lynch remained unmoved, not showing any stance until now.

Just when she was about to despair, she seemed to think of something, grasping at it like a lifeline, "Any price, we can negotiate!"

Lynch’s face suddenly broke into a smile, as if the Lord couldn’t bear to see him troubled, smoothing out his worries.

Lynch’s smiling face exuded astonishing power, and he softly asked, "Ms. Isabella indeed plans to sell the silver mine, how much do you intend to offer?"

Charlie (sister) was somewhat stunned, she was even prepared for "sacrifice," but didn’t expect... the problem solved so simply.

"Ten... million?"

She asked hesitantly.

If ten million could get the mining rights to this silver mine, she could agree to it herself.

But she clearly thought too much. Lynch’s pursuit of profit far exceeded her imagination.

"That’s not enough, ten million."

"Although I know media and reports exaggerate it a bit, its value is there. Not to mention ten million, even a hundred million isn’t enough to measure its worth."

Charlie (sister) shook her lips, very tempting, but she couldn’t penetrate Lynch’s ironclad defense, "How much do you think it is worth?"

Lynch raised a finger, saying words that shocked her expression, "A hundred billion!"

At this moment, Charlie (sister) felt Lynch was crazy, could such a ragged silver mine be worth a hundred billion?

Actually, from the start, she and her brother had suspected it might be some kind of... smoke screen?

Or a scam?

Until now, Charlie (sister) and Charlie (brother) hadn’t considered anyone sniping silver, the risks were too great, guaranteed to face a dead-end situation.

No one would be foolish enough to go against these crazy speculators or tycoons.

Lynch chuckled, "I’m merely expressing Ms. Isabella’s position, she is willing to sell, but not for free, you’ll need to go to Mariluo to negotiate with her."

"This way to avoid some people thinking I or someone else is doing some shady deals, which we’re actually not doing."

"Mariluo’s stuff belongs to Mariluo people, I have no right to decide to whom it belongs..."

"We never intervene in other countries’ internal affairs, nor do we plunder their wealth!"