A few minutes later, Mr. Fux's assistant brought over two newspapers. One was from four months ago, and the other was from this week.
Financial companies like Mr. Fux were very concerned about the financial trends of the entire country and even the international community. They dealt with money every day and knew what it meant.
They were also very concerned about the changes in society, such as the employment rate, unemployment rate, and social security.
If the unemployment rate continued to rise, they would have to lower interest rates and reduce large loans to reduce risk. This would also make their business more attractive.
When the country's economy improved, they would increase interest rates and encourage people to borrow more because they could afford it.
Mr. Fux's assistant had to read a lot of newspapers every day to analyze the situation in the country. He would then decide whether to terminate certain businesses early or pretend to forget about them.
It was definitely not a simple business. Those people couldn't do it well and couldn't do it for a long time. Only people like Mr. Fux could do it for a long time.
That was why he spent a lot of money to hire a college student to help him. He saw it as a career and not a way to make quick money.
Lynch flipped through the newspapers for a while. Mr. Fux didn't disturb him for about ten minutes. He even got someone to bring him coffee and cigarettes.
There was a faint expectation in his heart that this ordinary person named Lin Qi would definitely give him a surprise.
It wasn't a baseless guess. It was something he observed.
An ordinary person like Lynch wouldn't be able to remain calm when he was invited. It was even more impossible for him to look him in the eye when he revealed his murderous intent.
He wasn't an ordinary child. According to Mr. Fux's age, Lynch was indeed just a child. He was only 20 years old.
Ten minutes later, Lynch drew some lines with the pen in his hand. He then placed the two newspapers in front of Mr. Fux. "I've underlined the content you need to read. That way, you can see it more directly."
Mr. Fux and his assistant read it carefully. They didn't have any clue even after reading it a few times. It was all information about real estate agents. They didn't discover anything at all.
Mr. Fox was confused. "I don't know what these represent. Do they have any special meaning?"
Lynch wasn't irritated at all. He was very patient. After all, anyone who needed money could be patient when facing an excellent customer and the money in his pocket.
He walked to Mr. Fox's side. Mr. Fox's men wanted to stop him, but Mr. Fox stopped them. This meant that Lynch had gained Mr. Fox's trust for a short period of time.
If he could fulfill his promise, then this trust would last for a long time.
"This newspaper provides the rental information for two apartments facing the street. The rental for this apartment is …" Lin Qi pointed at the place where he had drawn a line and didn't continue.
Mr. Fox replied instinctively, "One hundred and thirty-five dollars."
Lynch nodded in affirmation. "Yes, 135 yuan. Let's ignore the other things first and see how much the house next to it costs …"
Mr. Fox cooperated and shifted his gaze to the line on the other newspaper. He continued, "One hundred and seventy-two dollars!"
"These two apartments are on both sides of the street and the straight-line distance is less than a hundred meters. Mr. Fox, what did you discover from the changes in the prices?"
Mr. Fox muttered to himself for a moment before he started to think seriously. "The monthly rental has increased by thirty-seven dollars!"
Lynch had always believed in one thing in his past successful cases. That was to let the participants participate in the case on a deeper level. It could save a lot of time and avoid some unexpected problems.
They would convince themselves and firmly believe that their conclusions were correct. This was especially obvious when it came to math questions.
Before it was clearly pointed out that the answers to some math questions were wrong, everyone who answered the questions firmly believed that their answers were correct and that other people's answers were wrong.
Mr. Fox completed the in-depth participation process through a simple "mathematical equation". This made him feel like he was surrounded by a false sense of security that he created himself.
He didn't think that Lynch was a liar because this wasn't what Lynch told him. It was the conclusion that he came to after careful consideration with his smart brain. He believed in his own conclusion.
"The increase in the rent means that we need more money to buy these houses. In four months …" Lynch paused. "No, it's actually increasing every day. You might not notice the increase, but it's indeed changing. Do you agree, Mr. Fox?"
Mr. Fox nodded. "Then what does this have to do with our previous business?"
"Of course it does, Mr. Fox. These houses are there. They won't change with the passage of time. For example, a few more bricks or a few fewer tiles."
"How it looked when it was built is how it looks now. It hasn't changed, it's constant. However, the price has changed. What does this mean?"
Before Mr. Fox could think about it, Lynch gave him the answer because Mr. Fox's brain couldn't figure it out.
What he did was to guide people to the corner he wanted them to find at the right time, not to encourage them to think wildly!
"If the value of an item doesn't change, but it changes during the process of 'payment', it can only be said that the value of the item changed.
In other words, in the past four months, the currency in our hands … "Lynch took out a coin from his pocket and stuck it between his thumb and index finger.
He flicked the coin lightly, and the subtle but audible sound of metal vibrating attracted everyone's attention. Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the bodyguard next to him all looked at the coin that flew into the air.
Lynch said confidently, "It's been depreciating. In the past four months, it's depreciated by 22% to 25%, Mr. Fox."
Mr. Fox's attention shifted away from the unmoving five-cent coin on the newspaper. He started to think about Lynch's words seriously and looked at his assistant.
The assistant was a little embarrassed. He wasn't a finance major, he was only a management major. If it wasn't for Mr. Fox's higher salary and Mr. Fox's father, he wouldn't be here.
He felt that Lynch's words weren't quite right, but he didn't find any obvious mistakes. During the process, Lynch even used gold as an example and instilled the concepts of 'depreciation' and 'currency is also a commodity' into the people in the room.
He wasn't lying because it was all true. There was nothing wrong with his examples. He even mentioned that ten years ago, people could buy a newspaper for five cents, but now it cost 50 cents.
Newspapers were still newspapers. Whether it was the ink or the paper, the production process and process hadn't changed much. It wasn't that newspapers had become expensive, but that the value of money had depreciated.
Mr. Fox, who gradually understood, suddenly felt a little horrified. He changed his sitting posture and braced himself to say, "But our interest is very high. Some of it is even compounded!"
He wanted to use this method to give himself some sense of security, but this fragile sense of security was destroyed by Lynch's laughter a few seconds later.
"I know, Mr. Fox. The problem is that the currency we depreciate isn't what you can take out and put in front of people. It's all your assets!"
"All your assets are depreciating at a rate of 5% every month, and this is also a kind of 'compounded interest'. If you don't send all your money to the Federation Tax Bureau as soon as possible to complete the final procedures …"
Lynch returned to the chair opposite the table and sat down. He shrugged and spread his hands. "The wealth you're so proud of now might not even be worth a fart in a few years!"
"Do you still care about that insignificant 10%?"