Mr. Fox was quite famous on the street. He was one of those "capable" people who were willing to help the poor and lend them money to tide them over.
Of course, he wasn't a pure philanthropist. He needed the poor to reciprocate his kindness, something that might be more than the principal.
But overall, he was a good person. Maybe, maybe, probably.
In an underground office, Lynch met Mr. Fawkes, a man who looked to be in his late thirties or early thirties.
He wore the most popular dark grey suit with red and blue dots this year, with a red and blue scarf tied around his collar. It didn't look very formal, but it was still very elegant.
Before Lynch came here, Mr. Fox had heard from his subordinates about this kid's abnormality, such as the words he said earlier, which made him curious.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
He asked his subordinates to press Lynch down on the chair opposite his desk. "There are very few people on this street who aren't afraid of me."
Lynch didn't show the slightest hint of fear. This kind of situation was nothing to him. He shrugged and asked, "Mr. Fox, will you hurt me?"
This sentence stunned Mr. Fox. He thought about it seriously and shook his head. "I usually don't take the initiative to hurt anyone, but if you do something unfriendly first …"
To anyone, hurting someone for no reason was a very stupid thing to do. Firstly, it would ruin one's image, and secondly, such an aimless action would attract the attention of the Investigation Bureau.
Most people were looking for money. They didn't look for trouble, and Mr. Fox was the same.
"That's right. Then, why should I be afraid?"
The calmness and smile on Lynch's face made Mr. Fox confused for a moment.
He glanced at his assistant beside him, then looked at Lynch's face again. "But my men said that you've been watching me for the past few days. Maybe you can tell me why. Are you from the Investigation Bureau?"
Before they came, they had already searched Lin Qi's body, but there was nothing that could prove his identity. Plus, his outfit didn't match the style of the people from the Bureau of Investigation at all, so Fox didn't think he was an agent from the Bureau of Investigation.
This was also what he was curious about. During this period of time, this kid had been eyeing his property, the laundry. He had also inquired about this kid's identity. Out of curiosity and vigilance, this scene had occurred.
He really wanted to know what Lynch was doing.
He picked up the book in Lynch's pocket and flipped through a few pages. He didn't understand anything. He asked his assistant who graduated from university, but the assistant didn't know what it meant either.
Lynch's warm smile made Mr. Fox feel … a little uncomfortable. It was like … he didn't know how to describe it. It was like he was being cared for.
"It's like this, Mr. Fox. I noticed the laundry business and some of your troubles. Plus, I believe you've already investigated me and know about the problems I'm facing now …"
. "Mr. Fox nodded and emphasized," Poverty! "
Lynch pointed at the ceiling, using a small gesture to attract Mr. Fox's attention. "You're right, so I need to get rid of my financial crisis as soon as possible. I want to do a little business with you."
Suddenly, everyone in the office laughed. Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the two burly men who looked like they were not to be trifled with were all laughing.
Lynch looked at Mr. Fox without feeling awkward. He waited for them to stop laughing for about thirty-one, two, three, four, and five seconds before asking, "That's not a joke."
Mr. Fox laughed again and asked, "But I don't think there's any business between us …" His laughter stopped and he frowned. "You want to borrow money?"
Lynch shook his head. "No, I want to do business, Mr. Fox!"
Mr. Fox had laughed enough. The curiosity and thirst for knowledge in human bones made him continue the conversation. At least until he knew the answer or lost interest, he wouldn't stop this interesting conversation.
"So, what kind of business do you want to do with me?"
Lynch's confident and bright smile as always made people feel good about him. "I can provide more change, five cents, ten cents, twenty-five cents, and fifty cents. They're all coins, old and new …"
Mr. Fox's expression changed abruptly. His slightly narrowed eyes revealed a hint of something that made people's hearts palpitate. If one had to interpret that gaze, it must be a murderous intent.
"You know what I'm doing?"
He couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light it up. "You're very brave!"
Lynch was unmoved. "I'm not even afraid of being poor. Why would I be afraid of anything else?"
The two of them looked at each other for a moment. It seemed that this guy named Lynch was indeed a brave person. At the same time, his words had piqued Mr. Fox's interest.
Some industries had gray areas. For example, the finance company he was running now wasn't completely legal. Not only was the FBI watching him, but the Federation Tax Bureau was also watching him.
He needed to use certain channels to legally pay taxes on the money in his hands without attracting too much attention. The laundromat was a very good channel.
No one cared about where the coins came from. They couldn't figure out where the coins came from. In the entire Bailey Federation, all the laundromats were controlled by these people.
However, they also had a problem, and that was that they were too slow!
The middle class and upper class had their own washing machines. They didn't need to send their clothes to the streets to be washed. Only the poor would do that.
However, the poor would accumulate a week's worth of clothes to be washed only once. Moreover, they would have to wash everything at once.
For this reason, people like Mr. Fox came up with a new charging standard, charging by the pound. However, it was still a drop in the bucket.
They couldn't force everyone to wash their clothes every day. Doing so would only attract the attention of the FBI and Federation Tax Bureau. This was Mr. Fox's biggest weakness.
His safe was filled with money, but he couldn't take it out to spend. That feeling was terrible!
Now that the bastard in front of him said he could solve this problem, Mr. Fox's interest was piqued. "What do you plan to do?"
Lynch didn't hide his plan at all. He couldn't hide it. Regardless of his current status, he couldn't stop Mr. Fox from finding out the truth. He might as well tell him directly to show his sincerity.
"I'll collect a large amount of coins and sell them to you in exchange for a portion of the fees. My income will be the difference."
Mr. Fox glanced at his assistant. The assistant muttered in his ear for a while before he frowned and asked, "How much do you want?"
Lynch's warm smile made Mr. Fox feel an inexplicable sense of being cared for. "Ten percent!"
"Are you crazy?!"
Mr. Fox couldn't help but yell. "I'd rather wait!"
He couldn't accept a price of ten percent. When the transaction amount was one dollar, it was only ten percent.
However, when the transaction amount was one hundred thousand dollars or one million dollars, it was a heart-wrenching number.
Lynch didn't haggle with him immediately. Instead, he asked a new question. "Mr. Fox, do you have the 'Business Daily'?"
The 'Business Daily' was one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in the Bailey Federation. It covered the seventeen states and all regions of the Bailey Federation. Its content mainly covered national and international financial and economic trends, as well as local financial and economic changes.
After a series of "confrontations", Mr. Fox gradually lost the initiative. He glanced at his assistant, and the assistant nodded, indicating that there was one.
Although their business wasn't very appropriate, their work was closely related to finance.
"Give me the earliest copy and the latest copy. I will let you know who is the real winner of the deal between us!"
Lynch's firm voice and confident expression made Mr. Fox believe him. It was just like when Lynch held a microphone and spoke in front of a large group of people.
People looked at him and believed him. In the end, they stuffed their money into his pocket and thanked him!