death of hope

Chapter 426 "Corporate Warrior" (337) Big shot
Libra Varnassus Starfield,
McMillan Group, Iron Star Foundry.

The two "Orca" class cruisers were brand new from the factory. During the maiden voyage ceremony, in order to win the prize, the chief engineer proposed to follow the ancient method and perform a "cup throwing ceremony".

Under the spotlight, CEO Maximilian took a sip of champagne, greeted everyone, and then threw the goblet on the bow of the boat and broke it.

"McMillan! Forward!"

The cheers of the mountains and tsunami came from engineers and shipbuilders in fluorescent green vests and red hard hats.

In the VIP area, the guests were applauding, and a giant man with broad shoulders was particularly eye-catching.
The man was wearing an old Terra Marine gray wool overcoat, a maroon beret with a silver skull on the collar patch, and "Alpha" Special Tactics Team Velcro straps on the side of the shoulder.

"Look... that big guy... is him!"

"God, look at that face...it's horrible, just like the rumors, no wonder you can do that kind of thing..."

"Stay away from him, maybe he will suddenly go crazy..."

The guests whispered that the bloody scandal that occurred in the "Viking Tomahawk" operation a few days ago had already spread within the company, and the rumors about Captain Lynch's mental problems were even more sinister.

No matter how the scandal unfolded, the CEO of McMillan still reused this person, and the guests kept him cautiously polite, with fake smiles, and kept a safe distance.

A local celebrity lady covered her mouth and nose with a scented handkerchief:

"Why invite this guy, isn't he just a butcher doing dirty work... Uh... I can almost smell the blood on him."

"I really don't know what Mr. Maximilian is thinking. To invite such a rough man to the guest table, we should find another place for these stinky mercenaries. Those broken pubs in the suburbs are suitable for them."

"At the banquet later, I don't want to sit next to that guy. What's wrong, Mrs. Misty, you look like you're about to throw up."

"When I shook hands with the workers' representatives just now, there was a smell of sweat and engine oil. These rude blue-collar workers don't even change their clothes and spray perfume when they participate in such a grand ceremony."

"Ha, it's just a bunch of stinky migrant workers. If you praise them, you really take yourself seriously."

Under the spotlight, Maximilian looked like a local emperor, accepted the toasts from the guests with peace of mind, and listened to those hypocritical compliments, while the representatives of the local governors and administrative officials were left out in the cold.

Looking at the huge "Orca" class cruiser, Johnny Blazer sincerely laments that he is getting old and the world has changed.
This large shipyard alone has provided more than 5000 jobs. In addition to traditional heavy industries, the strength of the McMillan Group in agriculture and animal husbandry, energy extraction, finance, service industries, and transportation is also obvious to all.

As the control of capital by the Federation Council of Terra is weakening day by day, no one can stop giant corporations from developing space naval power.
The outcome of the corporate war will alter the partisan balance of power in parliament for the foreseeable future.

The maiden voyage ceremony of the ship was over, and the guests walked towards the banquet hall. The members of the Alpha team stared at their captain worriedly, worried that he would lose control again, but luckily that didn't happen.

Marcus Lynch walked in the opposite direction of the crowd.

"You're going the wrong way, boss!" Wang Hongye reminded.

"Go and have a big meal, don't worry, I'm very sober now."

"Why don't you go, boss, I heard that you can eat caviar at the buffet area."

Because of speaking well for Lynch at the hearing, Comanche has a lot of harmony with his teammates recently, saying; "If you go late, you will be gone."

"Brother Comanche is right! The boss treats guests, and if you don't eat for free, don't eat it." Shaft nodded and agreed: "If you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard."

"You go, I don't have an appetite now." Lynch raised his finger and pointed to the height: "I'm going to talk to Mr. Maximilian."

Lynch's request was quickly fulfilled, and he took the elevator to the office at the highest point of the foundry. The security guard who led the way told him that Mr. Maximilian was secretly discussing important matters with several dignitaries from the political circles here, and one of the dignitaries was Incredible big shot.

The moment he entered the office, Lynch noticed a strange atmosphere.

(The big man mentioned by the security guard turned out to be the boss of the Conservative Party. Something was wrong. He didn't even go to the banquet hall to show his face. It didn't fit his usual high-profile style.)
Maximilian stood in a row with the senior executives of the McMillan Group, leaning forward, with a fawning look,

"Look! Here comes my trump card!"

Maximilian walked over excitedly, took Lynch's hand, and led him to the desk.

"Captain Lynch, you're here just in time, our distinguished guest really wants to see you."

The fat old man stood up, shook hands with Lynch, and said, "Your reputation is well-deserved, he is such a good guy, do you recognize me?"

"How could I not know your name?" Lynch took off his beret respectfully, lowered his head and said:
"It is an honor to shake your hand, Duke Donald Trump."

(End of this chapter)