"Another kid walking on a tightrope!"
Hart couldn't help but exclaim.
Only Georgliman knew what Hart meant. In the past two years, "concepts" had become more and more popular, and Bob's group of investors also liked them very much.
Perhaps ninety-nine out of a hundred "concepts" would never be realized, but as long as one could be realized, it was enough for some people to invest crazily in these concepts, such as the "Sky Travel" that once became a financial myth.
Someone took out a bunch of design drafts and claimed to have solved some mechanical problems and made a prototype that could realize people's dreams of flying in the sky.
Flying in the sky was probably the most impulsive thought of humans standing on the ground every time they looked up and saw birds flying in the sky. It must be a very pleasant thing to fly freely in the blue sky like those birds.
Now, people actually heard that there was a chance to fly in the sky. Coupled with the design drafts of the prototype and a vague "documentary", this company soon raised hundreds of millions of funds from society. Until the founder turned himself in, people were still unwilling to believe that this was a scam.
They believed that this was a kind of persecution from the tycoons and capitalists. They wanted to monopolize the opportunity to fly, so they created this ending.
But the truth was that this was indeed a scam. The so-called prototype and the video were actually fake. It was just that they were better at faking it than others. Coupled with the fact that they captured people's yearning for flight, they quickly reaped a lot of money.
It was just that the money was too much. Sometimes, having too much money was not a good thing. At first, the founder only wanted to cheat a few million. Then, he would gradually announce to the public that his experiment had ultimately failed and that he had spent all the investors' money. He could only declare bankruptcy in shame.
But in reality, he would transfer the money away. After he went bankrupt for a while, he could live a happy life in anonymity.
But his designs were too in line with the impetuous people's pursuit of "freedom" in the rapidly expanding society. So, there was a constant influx of capital, and many ordinary people also invested money in this project.
If his previous idea was exposed, he might go to jail for a few years. He might not even need to go to jail. A few large-scale crash scenes with millions of dollars would be perfunctory. If he failed repeatedly, no one would continue to invest money.
However, hundreds of millions of yuan was different. When he calmed down from the sudden increase in the amount of money, he realized how big of a mess he had made. This could send him to prison for the rest of his life. Even his coffin would be buried under the prison after he died.
Therefore, he turned himself in. The destruction of a myth gave birth to a legend, and thus began the "Concept Era" that resembled a fraud.
As long as there was a concept, it could attract speculators and large sums of money. People were addicted to this game that was almost like gambling and could not extricate themselves. This was also the helplessness of those old-school businessmen.
They had worked hard for many years, while the latter had been doing business for a lifetime. They were not as good as someone else's gimmick, but this was also the reality.
Hart felt that Lin Qi was a person who played with "concepts". He was playing with fire, but at the same time, he was envious of Lin Qi's wealth. Lin Qi might not have done anything other than moving his mouth, but he had received a large amount of investment.
Then look at him. After so many years of hard work, an economic recession directly erased all of his years of hard work and pushed it to the ground by reality.
Jorliman shook his head and did not continue to explain. He knew that no matter what he said now, Hart would not change his mind. It was better to wait until Hart calmed down.
In fact, Hart was also a person who knew how to seize opportunities. After he learned about the low-cost apartment policy, he immediately began to prepare for this project. If nothing unexpected happened, he could make millions or even tens of millions of yuan at once after the project was over.
The residents' rent was enough to maintain the daily expenses of the entire apartment. The monthly subsidy from the government was also not a small amount. If the economic recession lasted long enough, the government's subsidy alone would be enough to make Hart and the others break even.
Next, when they sold these apartments, they would make a pure profit. What was even more profitable was that they could hide some of their other businesses under this company, making them similarly tax-exempt. In the eyes of others, Hart was also a person who was good at seizing opportunities.
However, Lynch was different from him. Lynch was good at creating opportunities, so for Lynch, the opportunities in his hands were first-hand things. These opportunities he created were essentially for himself and more suitable.
This was why the ladies and gentlemen of the upper class would only look for tailors that ordinary people had never heard of to make clothes, and look for famous designers to design their own styles. That was because the average size in the store would always be suitable for everyone, but it would never be the average size that would fit.
It could not fit everyone's body in the best way. It could only take care of most people who were about the same size as most people. In the eyes of the upper class, those who wore non-handmade luxury brand clothes were no different from those who wore clothes that cost five yuan on the roadside.
Close-Fitting and fitting would create the best effect. This was why Lynch could make an inconspicuous little thing into a big deal. Hart, on the other hand, couldn't. He just picked up the opportunity that others left out and changed himself to fit the opportunity. He couldn't maximize his profits.
Ignoring this matter, Lynch, who was sitting in the car, began to think about the other auction on Friday. They had set up a branch office in Kurilan City first, and they had also chosen a venue. Some of the corresponding goods had also been sent over by Cook.
This business was initiated by the mayor of Saibin City, and it was approved by the governor. It was a "policy" implemented statewide. Most people wouldn't interfere because it would offend a lot of people, so they would only cooperate.
This was also the reason why the auction in Kurilan City was completed so quickly. Initially, they couldn't come to an agreement on the rental of the venue, but now, they were all using the Kurilan City Gymnasium. Richard was the one who handled this matter personally.
In private, he told Lynch that he planned to rent the gymnasiums in other cities. On one hand, it would give people a "unified" impression, which would raise the standard of the auction to a higher level. On the other hand, the gymnasium was more suitable.
Lynch was a little busy during this period, so he let Richard handle all these matters. He didn't care about the process, only the results.
The auction would be held in a few days, and it was close to the start of school in September. He could bring Catherine to Kurilan City and help her settle down there.
The next day, Lynch, who had made up his mind, changed his itinerary slightly and called Catherine. When the girl's voice came from the phone, she sounded a little out of breath. Lynch couldn't help but laugh.
He knew why. Catherine's house was about 40 to 50 meters away from the phone booth. Plus, she had to go up and down the stairs. She must be in a hurry.
Listening to Lynch's laughter, the girl immediately guessed who was on the other side of the phone. She casually asked Lynch why he called her, and then agreed to Lynch's arrangement.
In fact, even if Lynch didn't think of these things, she planned to go to Kurilan City in advance. She couldn't hide in school all the time. She had to get in touch with the city and learn about where she could go and where she couldn't.
Every city in the Bailey Federation had such an area. It was full of violence and crime, and normal people would stay away from it.
She didn't expect Lynch to think of this. She was really happy. After they agreed on a time, she rushed home and began to pack her things.
Her mother was a little surprised. She stood outside Catherine's bedroom with a carrot as thick as a forearm in her hand. Seeing her busy in the room, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
Carrots were one of the three most common foods in ordinary families. The other two were potatoes and cheap chicken. However, because the chicken was the kind that was cut up and mixed with some bone residue, and the price was slightly higher than vegetables, not everyone liked carrots.
"I'm going to Kurilan. School is about to start, and I have to get used to it. I'm a little nervous …" She stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the old woman by the door. "I haven't experienced the learning atmosphere in school for two years. I'm worried that I can't keep up. You know, I've forgotten some of the content in my studies."
Two years was enough for an excellent student to forget a lot of knowledge that wasn't deep in the first place. Coupled with the boring and tiring life, her worries were justified.
The old woman didn't care about these things. Ever since her husband, Catherine's father, got a new job, she felt that the couple had gradually lost the power to manage Catherine.
"Do you want your brother to send you there?"
The old woman asked again.
Catherine quickly shook her head and began to pack her luggage again. "There's no need to trouble others. Lynch will come and pick me up!"
The "brother" the old woman mentioned was actually Catherine's cousin. He was the most promising one in the whole family. He inherited the small farm left to him by his parents and was considered the most capable person in the family.
However, compared to Lynch, the old woman tactfully kept her mouth shut and returned to the kitchen. She had to prepare the food. When her husband came back at night, he would be starving. Those capitalists were f * cking bad people. Oh, she wasn't talking about Lynch.
Regardless of whether the old woman had a trace of regret in her heart, and regardless of whether Lynch had left and returned to enter Catherine's life, everything here hadn't changed much from yesterday, the day before, and every day before that.
The girl was minding her own business, and the old woman was humming a somewhat old-fashioned tune. The bubbling small steel pot exuded a simple but tempting fragrance.
An ordinary day!