Mr. Fox has a reputation on the street as one of those “capable” people who is willing to help the poor and lend money to the poor to get them through.
Of course, he is not a pure good person. He also needs the poor people to give him kindness in return, some of which may be more than the principal.
But overall he’s a good guy, maybe, maybe, probably.
In an underground office, Lynch met Mr. Fox, a gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-forties.
He is wearing this year’s most popular dark gray suit with red and blue dots, and this red and blue silk scarf is tied around the neckline, which is somewhat less formal, but also very elegant.
Before Lynch got here, Mr. Fox heard from his subordinates about this kid’s anomalies, such as what he said before, which made him a little curious.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”, he asked his subordinates to press Lynch on the chair opposite the desk, “There are very few people on this street who are not afraid of me.”
Lynch did not show any sense of fear. Such a scene can only be said to be trivial. He shrugged and asked, “Mr. Fox, will you hurt me?”
This sentence suddenly stunned Mr. Fox, he thought about it seriously, and then shook his head, “I usually don’t take the initiative to hurt anyone, but if you do something unfriendly first …”
It is a very stupid thing for anyone to hurt others for no reason. This will firstly make their own image worse, and secondly, they will be targeted by the Bureau of Investigation for such purposeless actions.
The vast majority of people are looking for money, they are not looking for things, and neither is Mr. Fox.
“That’s right, then why should I be afraid?” The calmness and smile on Lynch’s face gave Mr. Fox a moment of doubt.
He glanced at the assistant beside him, and then his eyes returned to Lynch’s face, “But my man said that you have been staring at me these days, maybe you can tell me why, you Someone from the Bureau of Investigation?”
Before they came, they had already searched Lynch’s body, and there was nothing to prove his identity, and the clothes on his body were not in line with the style of the gang of the Bureau of Investigation. Fox does not Thought he was an agent of the Bureau of Investigation.
This is also what makes him curious. Since this time, this kid has been staring at his property, the laundry, and he has also found out the identity of this kid. Because of curiosity and vigilance, he has this kind of situation. one scene.
He wanted to know what Lynch was doing.
He picked up the notebook in Lynch’s pocket, opened it and read a few pages, all of which were incomprehensible. He asked the assistant who graduated from college next to him, but the assistant didn’t know what the words on it meant.
The smile on Lynch’s face warmly made Fox feel… a little uncomfortable, it felt like…, he didn’t know how to describe it, it was like being loved.
“It’s Mr. Fox, I’ve noticed the business of the laundromat, as well as some of your small troubles, plus I believe you’ve investigated me and know the problems I’m facing now…”,
Mr. Fox nodded and emphasized, “Poverty!”
Lynch pointed to the ceiling, used a small gesture to attract Mr. Fox’s attention and regained the right to speak, “You are right, so I need to get rid of the financial crisis as soon as possible, I want to do a little business with you .”
In an instant, everyone in the office burst into laughter. Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the two big men who were not easy to mess with were all laughing.
Lynch looked at Mr. Fox with no embarrassment, and after they stopped laughing for about thirty-one, two, three, four-five seconds, he asked, “This is not a joke.”
Mr. Fox laughed again, and he asked while laughing, “But I don’t think there is any business between us…” He said that the laughter stopped naturally, and then frowned , “You want to borrow money?”
Lynch shook his head, “No, business, Mr. Fox!”
Mr. Fox laughed enough. The curiosity and thirst for knowledge in the human bones made him continue the conversation. At least he won’t stop this interesting conversation until he knows the answer or loses interest.
“So what business do you want to do with me?”
Lynch’s always confident and sunny smile is easy to make people feel good, “I can provide more change, five cents, ten cents, twenty-five cents and fifty cents, all coins , both old and new…”
Mr. Fox’s complexion suddenly changed, and there was something heart-pounding in his slightly squinted eyes. If he had to interpret what this gaze was, it must be killing intent.
“You know what I’m doing?”, he couldn’t help but took out a cigarette and lit one, “You are very brave!”
Lynch was unmoved, “I’m not afraid of being poor, will I be afraid of other things?”
The two looked at each other for a moment. It seemed that this guy named Lynch was indeed a bold person, and his words also made Mr. Fox really interested.
There are some gray areas in some industries. For example, the financial company he is running is not completely legal. Not only the Bureau of Investigation is staring at him, but the Federal Tax Service is also staring at him.
He needs to pay taxes reasonably and legally with the money in his hands through some channels, and he can’t attract too much attention. Laundromats are a good channel.
No one cares where each coin comes from, and they don’t know where those coins come from. All the laundromats in the entire Baylor Federation are basically controlled by these people.
But they also have a problem, which is that they are too slow!
The middle class and upper class have their own washing machines, they don’t need to send their clothes to the street to be washed, only the poor do.
But poor people tend to save up a week’s worth of clothes to wash once, and wash them all at once.
For this reason, people like Mr. Fox have deliberately come up with a new charging standard, charging by the pound, but this is still a drop in the bucket.
You can’t force everyone to do the laundry every day. Doing so will only attract the attention of the Bureau of Investigation and the IRS, which is also Mr. Fox’s biggest pain point.
It’s a terrible feeling to be able to spend the money in the safe, but you can’t take it out!
Now the **** in front of him said that he could solve this problem, which immediately attracted some interest from Mr. Fox, “What are you going to do?”
Lynch said his method without concealment at all. He couldn’t conceal it. No matter his current status, he couldn’t stop Mr. Fox from investigating. It would be better to say it directly to show his sincerity.
“I will collect a large amount of coins and resell them to you in exchange for a portion of the fee, and my income is the difference ~IndoMTL.com~ Mr. Fox glanced at the assistant again, and the assistant whispered in his ear. After talking for a while, he frowned and asked, “How much do you want? “
Lynch’s warm smile made Mr. Fox feel the inexplicable illusion of being loved again, “Ten percent!”
“Are you crazy?”, Mr. Fox couldn’t help shouting, “I’d rather wait slowly!”
The ten percent price was completely unacceptable to him, when the transaction amounted to a dollar, it was only ten percent.
But when the transaction amount is 100,000 yuan or 1 million yuan, it is a distressing number.
Lynch did not immediately bargain with him, but asked a new question, “Mr. Fox, do you have the Trader here?”
“Trade” is one of the largest circulation newspapers in the Bayer Federation. It covers the seventeen states and all regions of the Baylor Federation. The content is mainly about national and international financial and economic trends, as well as local and regional trends. some financial and economic changes.
In a series of “confrontations”, Mr. Fox gradually lost the initiative. He glanced at his assistant, who nodded, indicating that there is.
Although their business is not so appropriate, their work is also closely related to finance.
“Give me a copy as early as possible, and a copy of the latest, and I’ll show you who is the real winner in our deal!”
Lynch’s firm voice and his confident expression made Mr. Fox begin to faintly believe, much like when Lynch used to speak in front of a large group of people with a microphone.
People looked at him, believed what he said was true, and ended up stuffing the money in his pocket and thanking him!