"What do you want?"
Lynch tore off another piece of the dessert and threw it into his mouth.
Mishehaye revealed a reserved smile, "It's not about what I want, but what our people want!"
He then licked his lips, "Mr. Lynch, the Bailey Federation's market is much more open than ours. Have you ever met any scammers in your business?"
Lynch nodded, "Yes, I have."
In the Baylor Federation, there was an endless stream of financial fraud cases related to business, and it was getting more and more difficult to figure out. Especially the fraud cases related to banks were increasing.
Bounced checks, forged promissory notes, and various crimes committed by taking advantage of loopholes in the system. It could be said that no one knew the loopholes in the laws of the Federation better than these frauds, nor did they know the problems in the rules and regulations of banks better than them.
According to Lynch and Jorliman's chat, Jinhui had encountered all kinds of bad checks last year. The total amount of check fraud had exceeded 4.6 million, and this was only from Jinhui. There were six big banks in the Empire, and there were many small banks in the region. In fact, the amount of fraud that people encountered was much more than what they had imagined from the newspapers.
Mishehaye smiled meaningfully. "We've also met …" His tone suddenly changed and became tough. "We've met a lot of liars who swindled us in the name of investment. They promised us many beautiful futures, but they failed to live up to our hopes for development and people's desire." Mishehaye's tone became tougher. "We've met many liars who swindled us in the name of investment. They promised us many beautiful futures, but they failed to live up to our hopes for development and people's aspirations.
"Tragedies should not be repeated. What you need to do is very simple, Mr. Lynch. You only need to deposit a sum of money in the bank that we have designated, and people will believe that you are different from those frauds before!"
Mishehaye picked up the cup and drank the greasy sweet tea. After a few seconds, he put down the cup and wiped the remaining water stains on his lips with a handkerchief. After that, he pressed it down, "Of course, this is just my suggestion..."
He looked at Lynch with no expression on his face, but there were many things churning in his eyes.
This was a feeling that was hard to describe. It was not as easy to discover as an intuitive expression. It was more like a kind of … metaphysics, because we knew that the eyes could not actually make any movements, let alone have any colors. However, people could really sense some emotions and things in the other person's heart through looking at each other and the changes in their eyes.
Lynch looked at him and asked, "Is this a protection fee?"
"Protection fee?"
Mishehaye's voice suddenly rose. He raised his eyebrows as if he was really surprised, "Of course not. Why do you think so?"
"We won't touch the money you put in our bank. Only you have the right to use it. We're just telling people that you're a real investor and that your money is in place — at least part of it is in place. The money won't leave with you just because you leave. That's all!"
"You can think of it as a gentleman's contract or a guarantee, but it is definitely not a protection fee. We never blackmail merchants. Najalil is also a civilized country!"
Lynch kept a smile on his face. He even nodded cooperatively, seeming to agree with Mishehaye. He put the dessert back on the plate and clapped his hands. "How much is it?"
Mishehaye licked his lips again. Maybe it was because the tea on his lips had evaporated, leaving only sticky syrup, or because he felt thirsty after eating and drinking so much sweet food. He licked his lips again, which was actually a very impolite behavior.
If this were in the Federation, the ladies standing in the distance would be surprised. They would cover their big mouths and lead others in disbelief. "Look at that guy, he is so rude.
"One hundred million Najalil, or the equivalent in Federation sol," Mishehaye said.
Mishehaye demanded an exorbitant price and added, "If you deposit it in the Federation's Saul, we can give you an appropriate discount."
Najalil did not have a lot of foreign reserves, but the ruling class had a lot of cross-border spending. If they exchanged foreign currencies according to the official exchange rate, they would not suffer too much. However, the problem was that no international bank was willing to exchange currencies according to the exchange rate proposed by Najalil. Everything fluctuated according to the market.
Mishehaye was also very clear about that, so he proposed that the foreign currency deposits could be reduced. In fact, this was to cut off the difference between the official exchange rate and the actual exchange rate.
"About …" Lynch frowned and calculated in his heart, "1.13 million Federation sol!"
Mishehaye looked at Lynch with some surprise. He thought that Lynch would refuse, so he would tell Lynch that if Lynch refused their request, he would be restricted from leaving the country.
Although Lynch had some bodyguards with him, and these people also had guns, there were only 40 of them. Even if each of them could defeat a hundred Najalil soldiers, it would only take 4,000 soldiers to take them down.
Najalil did not have much of anything, and the streets were filled with worthless pariahs. Giving them the opportunity to become soldiers was a gift to them, and they were more than happy to do so.
So Mishehaye did not even consider that Lynch could refuse. He could not refuse.
But at the same time, he did not expect Lynch to react so calmly. He even calculated the exchange rate, which made Mishehaye a little confused.
After a few seconds, Mishehaye did some calculations and felt that it should be about the same number. He then nodded and said, "Yes, your mathematical ability is worth showing off!"
"There is nothing to show off. I can save the money …"
Before Lynch could finish his words, Mishehaye smiled. This kid was easier to deal with than he thought. He did not even say anything threatening, and Lynch had already admitted defeat. This meant that they could extort more things from Lynch.
Wealth, technology, and some other things.
However, Lynch's next sentence made the expression on Mishehaye's face freeze in an instant.
That was what he said. "… But if I deposit the money in your designated bank, what will I get in return?"
Mishehaye wanted to ask Lynch what this sentence meant. Why did he know every word Lynch said, but he could not understand the meaning when they were put together?
Looking at Mishehaye, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak, Lynch smiled. A cool breeze with some floral fragrance stirred the plants in the garden.
The mottled sunlight passed through the swaying gaps between the leaves and paused on Lynch's face for a moment. Mishehaye looked away. It was too dazzling.
The sunlight was so dazzling that Lynch's smile was dazzling.
"Mr. Mishehaye, you want me to show my sincerity. I don't think your request is too much. I am also willing to show my sincerity according to your request. So, what about your sincerity?"
Lin Qi leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette. In an instant, the initiative of the conversation between the two changed hands. The smoke from the cigarette blocked their vision, and the smile on Lin Qi's face became a little strange, a little like a smile, yet not a smile.
"Sincerity should be shown by both sides. What do you think, Mr. Mishehaye?"
Not easy to deal with!
In an instant, this idea appeared in Mishehaye's mind. Lynch was a very difficult person to deal with. He did not hesitate to agree to Lynch's request, which could be said to be difficult. Now, Lynch suddenly turned the tables on him.
He had just made things difficult for Lynch, and now Lynch's counterattack was even more difficult to resolve. After all, he had even agreed to such an excessive request. If his "sincerity" was not equal, Lynch could totally not fulfill his sincerity. After all, Mishehaye was the one who acted unreasonably first.
Mishehaye stared at Lynch. The damn smoke always made him feel that he could not see Lynch clearly, even though the distance between them was less than two meters.
After more than a minute of silence, Mishehaye lost his composure. Not only did he lose the initiative, but he also felt more and more pressure from Lin Qi. He even started to sweat. Therefore, he had to break the current situation and asked Lin Qi directly, "What do you want?"
Lynch shrugged, "Sincerity, or the only trading right!"
He flicked the ash from his cigarette, not caring that some of it had landed on him. He looked at Mishekhaye and began to speak faster, but his pronunciation was very clear. "The only trading right, the exclusive trading right. Use whichever term you can understand." Mishekhaye nodded and said, "The only trading right, the only trading right.
"I can deposit money. If one million Federation saul is not enough, I can deposit two million, three million, or even more. But you have to sign an exclusive trading agreement with me. From the signing of the agreement, for at least 20 years, the export business of Magulana Province and the types of goods I specify can only be managed by me. I set the price, set the sales rules, and have the right to review, supervise, and dispose of goods."
He tilted his head slightly, "It's time for you to show your sincerity, Mr. Mishehaye."
Mishehaye was sweating a lot. He took out his handkerchief and wiped it. He did not immediately express his opinion. Lynch's request was too much, but his request was also too much.
If he did not agree, Lynch would not deposit the money in the bank, and he would fall into an endless loop.
In fact, he asked Lynch to deposit the money in the bank so that he could pocket some of the money first. When the time came, they would find a reason to turn Lynch's "deposit" into an "investment deposit," and return it to him after all his investments were completed.
As long as his investments were not completed, the money would not be used. Lynch would even have to deposit more money for this.
But now, it wasn't Lynch's problem. It was the problem of Mishehaye and the other young masters behind him.
"I can't make the decision..."
Lin Qi got up immediately. He flicked the cigarette butt in his hand away and patted the ash off his body. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mishekhaye. Please find someone who can make the decision to talk to me. And …" He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "I have other things to do, so I can't accompany you here!"