In the morning, Lynch had just exchanged more than 7,000 yuan in change when he called Mr. Fox over the phone. Mr. Fox wanted to meet him to talk about what he was going to do next.
Lynch thought about it for a while and agreed to Mr. Fox's invitation.
Not long after, he met Mr. Fox at a slightly more remote farm. He wasn't wearing expensive clothes today. Instead, he was wearing a blue-gray denim shirt and pants. He also had on a pair of rubber overalls.
When Lynch saw him, he was carrying a large pile of fodder into the stable. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Under the sun, the horse and cow dung, as well as the feces of other animals, emitted a deadly smell. However, Mr. Fox didn't look the slightest bit out of place.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Mr. Fox walked out of the stable while apologizing.
The two of them walked to the pergola behind the stable. Mr. Fox used a hose to wash the dirt off his rubber overalls. "Before I started this business, my father and I both thought I would be an excellent farmer!" Mr. Fox exclaimed with a sigh.
He had a nostalgic look on his face. More than 20 years ago, he wasn't the respected Mr. Fox that everyone respected now. He was just Mr. Fox from the countryside.
That year, he had just gotten married. The economic results accumulated by the Bailey Federation over the years began to explode. Every industry and industry had experienced great development. Many people talked about the advantages of the city, as if there was money everywhere. As long as one was willing to bend down, they could quickly become a big boss.
The whole society was filled with such an atmosphere. Mr. Fox also wanted to give his wife and child a better future. After discussing with his family, he embarked on a journey to the big city with his friends.
Until today, some people were successful and famous, while others only existed in people's memories.
Mr. Fox was undoubtedly one of the luckier ones. Humans were like this. Once they had some success, they would begin to reminisce about the past. Some people might be living a miserable life now, so they missed the carefree days of the past.
However, there were also some people who reminisced about the past just to set off the success of today.
As for Mr. Fox's reminiscence and his love for Xiao Ai, who worked on the farm, Lynch felt that the latter was more likely to be a way to obtain some satisfaction.
After rinsing the overalls, he took off the stuffy thing with the help of the others. He and Lynch wandered around the ranch aimlessly and talked about some of his ideas.
"Michael returned to Saibin around four o 'clock this morning. You have to be careful. He has a bad temper and can be very impulsive sometimes. Don't give him any chances!"
He smiled. "Of course, this is just a small reminder. I believe that he is no match for you. You are smarter than him!"
This was a very valuable piece of information. If Lynch had only discovered this when he saw Michael, then it was very likely that a small accident would have occurred. Now that he knew this in advance, he had ample time to prepare for the upcoming confrontation with Michael.
He had never been afraid of Michael, who had a license plate. If it weren't for the fact that Michael had tried to give him trouble three times in a row, he wouldn't have wanted to have a conflict with an investigation team leader.
When Mr. Fox saw Lynch nodding solemnly, he knew that Lynch had taken his advice seriously. He then said, "There are two more things that I told you before. Now, the entire city, and even the people in the nearby cities, know how to send money into the bank legally. Do you think this will have some impact on our business?"
"What I mean is, if everyone is doing this, won't this path be cut off because of this?"
He was very careful with his words. Recently, his life had improved a lot. He had secretly "acquired" two more laundries and raised the standards of his laundries.
At his son's suggestion, he made a registered receipt. Everyone knew that the people who could pay dozens of dollars for a piece of clothing in his laundry were his own people. However, no one could accuse him of breaking the law until there was conclusive evidence.
He even heard some of the opinions of the higher-ups about what was happening in Saibin through certain channels. The higher-ups thought that it was a good thing. At the very least, the damned financial companies understood that even if their businesses were illegal, they still had to pay taxes.
However, some people thought that what they were doing was against the rules. At the same time, they shouldn't be allowed to solve these problems. Tacitly allowing them to do so was tantamount to condoning crime. In the end, the unlucky ones would be the ordinary people who received help from them.
Some things could be said in private, but it was difficult to turn them into reality. In the end, they would still have to stop the "problems" in Saibin and the surrounding areas.
"Other than this, there is another problem. How do you think my business should be legalized?"
Mr. Fawkes paused for a moment. This was a problem that he urgently needed to solve.
As long as this problem was not solved, and his rate of return was obviously higher than the minimum standard set by the Federation government, he would not be able to truly live in peace.
He stared at Lynch expectantly. Lynch smiled noncommittally and took the initiative to walk forward. Mr. Fawkes followed closely behind.
"You don't have to worry about the first problem. We can't change it with loose change. We have many other ways to solve this problem. You have to know that those who started it will always be ahead of those who came later. They won't be able to catch up with us. You don't have to worry about that."
"Also, the second problem hasn't been solved yet. After so many years, there hasn't been an effective way to solve it. I believe that it's not because the people who were born in these years are stupid."
"But you can learn from the bank and solve this problem temporarily."
Mr. Fawkes was initially disappointed, but when he heard that there was an indirect solution, he suddenly became interested. "The bank … What solution?"
"Mortgage!"
Lynch patted the wooden fence at the edge of the farm. The wood that stood there for more than ten years had already decayed beyond recognition.
From the outside, it didn't seem to have changed much. However, when Lynch patted it, it broke instantly.
Gray wood dust fell to the ground. Looking at the completely decayed wood, Lynch's eyes gradually lost focus. He didn't seem to be looking at the wood, but at something else.
Mr. Fawkes didn't disturb him. Instead, he waited quietly. After about twenty-six to twenty-nine seconds, Lynch came back to his senses.
"Sorry, I was distracted. Where was I?"
"You said that I could use the bank's method to solve this problem!"
"Yes, that's it …" He took the initiative and continued walking forward. Mr. Fawkes followed closely beside him. Mr. Fawkes' son looked at the two of them with a strange expression.
In his eyes, his father, the famous Mr. Fawkes, seemed to have become Lynch's follower, following behind Lynch step by step.
Of course, the person involved didn't think so. He was still listening to Lynch's method.
The bank had given him a practical method a long time ago. They would use something worth a hundred dollars as collateral for fifty dollars. It could be said that they were avoiding risk, but it could also be said that they were swallowing wealth.
A shorter term, a lower valuation, and a seemingly reasonable interest rate. They were just trying to make their table manners look good.
However, for people like Mr. Fawkes, who didn't care about table manners, it was easier to solve the problem.