Learning Bad Habits Takes Only Three Times: Don't Oppose, Resist, or Refuse!

Nagaril will no longer be as safe as it used to be. As the pace of global development accelerates, many countries like Nagaril will no longer be excluded from view for various reasons.

Every country was extremely dissatisfied with the outcome of this World War. They were accumulating strength and preparing for the next World War. Once the next World War broke out, the things that were used to represent civilization, morality, and etiquette would be torn apart in an instant.

People will no longer let anyone off the hook for "non-cooperation." When that time comes, when weapons are used to speak, no one can refuse the demands of the steel behemoth.

In fact, the rulers of Nagaril had some understanding of this. The High Priest originally wanted to send his youngest son to study in the Amelia Region and support him to become a merchant there.

The Amelia Region will be full of opportunities in the near future, and it is also the most important overseas territory of the Gefra Empire. They will definitely attach great importance to it, even more so than to some of their domestic regions.

The High Priest is looking for a way out for himself, or rather, for his children. Do the Provincial Governor and others have the same thoughts? They certainly do, but Lin Qi hasn't had enough contact with them, and his standing in their eyes isn't high enough. They wouldn't just easily tell him some private matters.

However, through the High Priest's sending his youngest son abroad to study, he vaguely discovered some of the key points.

"What do you plan to do?" Wo Delike straightened his posture and asked in a probing tone, "If we go too far, even if the High Priest you mentioned forgets that he has such a favorite child, he won't fall into our trap."

"The rulers' indifference to family ties is more terrifying than you can imagine!" he explained briefly to avoid giving Lin Qi any misunderstandings.

If the idea of controlling the High Priest is simply to use the high priest's favorite child as leverage to control the High Priest, then it is arguably worthless.

Faced with this situation, the High Priest would probably rather lose the child than become a puppet in someone else's hands. As long as he retains power, he can have more children.

This is a problem. Wo Delike already has some vague ideas, but he wants to hear how Lin Qi will solve it—whether it will be as amazing as ever, or fall into cliché.

Lin Qi calmly smoked his cigarette and changed his sitting posture, resting his wrists on the edge of the table. If viewed from the side, Wo Delike's upper body was slightly leaning back, which is known in behavioral science as "defensive psychology".

Maintaining an appropriate distance can provide a greater sense of security and also highlight one's status.

Lin Qi's slightly forward-leaning posture, with more hand gestures, is called "aggressive psychology" or "offensive psychology." When asserting his ideas, he uses body language to exert more pressure on the other party, forcing them to agree with his thoughts.

This kind of behavior is actually quite common in some negotiations. Strong representatives like to increase their persuasiveness by throwing out certain things, and their attitude is more aggressive, as if they could explode at any time.

On the contrary, those who were already in a weaker position maintained a ridiculous "gentlemanly posture," straightening their backs and trying to stay as far away from the negotiating table as possible. They were just gentlemen locked in a lion's cage, eager to escape.

Perhaps sensing the sharp edge and imposing aura emanating from Lin Qi, Wo Delike moved the Ashtray in the distance closer to him with the hand holding Kolef, saying, "Don't flick your ash everywhere..."

It was just a small, inconspicuous gesture, a seemingly unimportant sentence, that unexpectedly turned the tide of the battle. He asserted a point of view—that he was the master.

Lin Qi smiled, and the atmosphere instantly lightened again. "Wo Delike, you know something called the ' Gambler's Algorithm '..." He flicked his wrist, trying to find a word in his head to express what he wanted to say, "... mathematical model?"

Wo Delike shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in mathematics, but I'd love to hear what you have to say."

Lin Qi nodded slightly. "There's a saying among some gamblers that when they lose a dollar, they bet two dollars on the next round. That way, if they win, they can recoup their first loss and also make a dollar."

This statement was not surprising, Wo Delike did not feel much change in his mind; he simply nodded to indicate that he had heard it.

Lin Qi then continued with a smile, "If he loses the second time, he will bet four dollars on the third time, so that he can make up for the previous losses in this one round."

"Eight yuan..."

"Sixteen yuan..."

"Thirty-two yuan..."

"Up to hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions!"

"Just once!" Lin Qi held up one finger. "Just once. If he can win just once, he can not only win back all the money he lost before, but also win the money he originally wanted to win."

At this moment, Wo Delike's expression became very focused. This might indeed be just a gambler's algorithm, or it might not, but that doesn't matter. It actually clearly illustrates a phenomenon that is very common in the financial field.

In fact, when faced with a suddenly deteriorating business, many companies do not immediately withdraw, but instead increase investment in the hope of returning to profitability. However, the more they invest, the harder it becomes for them to let go later.

Throughout Federal financial history, there have been many similar examples, including large conglomerates that initially tried to salvage something but ended up investing more and more, even incurring losses, and were eventually dragged down by "small losses."

The term "small loss" doesn't mean that small losses can actually bankrupt a company. Rather, it means that the sunk costs make the problem more and more serious and harder to let go of.

He could roughly imagine what Lin Qi meant, but he still had some hesitation and doubt. In fact, he shouldn't have such questions and doubts, but he had unknowingly been taken over by Lin Qi and caught in "Lin Qi's time," so he was being led by the nose.

"So how do we ensure that the High Priest loses every time, and continues to bet after losing once?"

Lin Qi shrugged and leaned back in his chair. He had already conveyed his message to Wo Delike, and he could change his stance now.

He curled his lip, "Because we are not only players at the gambling table, but also dealers, referees, and even the rule-makers."

Wo Delike's face showed a thoughtful expression. He realized that Lin Qi's idea was more brilliant than his own. Once the High Priest had staked his entire fortune on the Federal, he wouldn't leave easily even if the Federal wanted to kick him out.

He cannot leave the Federal, so he must be controlled by the Federal, unless he wants to have nothing.

Not only will he lose everything, but the deal between him and the Federal will become the final straw that breaks his back, leaving him with no choice but to obey the Federal's arrangements.

Wo Delike nodded with satisfaction, and then asked another question, "What do you plan to do?"

"Let's start with that boy, and of course, we'll need some of your help, Wo Delike..."

After a private conversation, Wo Delike stood at the gate of the manor and watched Lin Qi leave. This was a very high-level treatment, one that even members of Congress had never received. This made the butler very curious, but he dared not ask.

On the way back, Wo Delike suddenly asked, "Do you know about the ' Gambler's Algorithm '?"

The butler was taken aback, then shook his head. "I will find out as soon as possible, sir."

"No, I already know..." he paused, "Also, I just finalized something with Lin Qi. In a few days, Miss will be attending an exhibition with him. Arrange for our people to protect Miss and don't allow them to have any private contact. Do you understand what I mean?"

The butler, walking behind, kept his head down the whole time. "I guarantee with my life that Miss was chaste when she left, and she will be the same when she returns!"

Wo Delike nodded in satisfaction. Saying this might make him seem a bit old-fashioned and harsh, but it was much better than the girl losing her virginity and becoming a laughing stock in high society.

This circle is not as virtuous and glamorous as people imagine. Whether it's the gentlemen or the ladies, the ugliness, despicableness, and lewdness in their bones are almost palpable. The stench of rotten eggs is almost palpable. Rumors will ruin his girl, and he will not allow that to happen.

His next task was to persuade the Board of Directors to agree to his idea, as well as some members of Congress and the president's staff. These international affairs would certainly need to be discussed with the highest levels of the Federal before they could be implemented, since they involved foreign affairs.

At that very moment, a young man was enjoying the extravagant lifestyle of the Federal.

Girls with skin as white as milk, dressed in extremely simple clothes, crawled around him. A bath was filled with all sorts of fine wines that were almost unheard of in Nagaril. Cigarettes, alcohol, sex—there was nothing more wonderful than this.

The seventeen-year-old boy quickly adapted to life here and became fascinated by it within just a few days.

He had forgotten about Nagaril, that poor and backward place. He suddenly realized that his father had made an incredibly wise choice to send him here. He loved it here, he loved everything about it!