One had to use different methods to deal with different people.
You could use a woman to seduce a pervert, but you couldn't use a woman to satisfy an alcoholic's desire.
Richard was a man who liked ease and hated work. Lynch had noticed this from the first day he met Richard.
He had a decent education and a good impression that people would let their guard down. However, from his resume, Lynch found that this person didn't stay in any job for long.
There was no reason why he couldn't stay in these jobs for long on his resume. Some of them were physical work, some were ordinary work, but he couldn't stay in any of them for long.
He was eloquent and didn't seem like someone who couldn't survive in society. He was severely autistic and socially handicapped. Therefore, it was very likely that he was dissatisfied with his job.
Most people who couldn't maintain a job for a long time often had two reasons. The first was that they were dissatisfied with their monthly income due to the intensity of their current work.
The second was that they were dissatisfied with the intensity of their work based on their current income.
The two seemed to be the same thing, but there were some differences. In the end, it might be a better explanation to say that he liked ease and hated work.
When dealing with this kind of person, it was best not to talk to him about ideals. This kind of person's ideal was to do some decent, glamorous work that didn't require much mental and physical strength, and then make as much money as possible.
Therefore, from the beginning, Lynch didn't talk to Richard about ideals. He talked to him about money.
As long as he could get people to join him, as long as he could persuade them, as long as his customers were willing to spend money, then he could get the corresponding amount of money, a lot of money.
This was too in line with Richard's definition of work and self-worth.
Every day, he revolved around some male and female customers. He was either having afternoon tea with one customer or having an in-depth conversation with another customer. He was also surrounded by a group of followers who looked at him with admiration.
He was immersed in a life of luxury, debauchery, drinking and drinking, and a great "future of money". He was immersed in it.
Lyme was a different kind of person. He worked at the bottom of the ladder. Stockbrokers sounded very glamorous, but people who understood this industry knew how hard it was, not just in terms of physical strength.
In order to make a customer willingly agree to buy stocks that he had never heard of, even when the other party knew that there was a recording, this wasn't something that could be done by sitting in the office with one leg on the table and picking up the phone to chat casually.
A layman's understanding of a stockbroker was like this. They would wear decent clothes, sit in the office, and put their legs on the table. Their shiny leather shoes would reflect their own shadow. Then, they would make a few phone calls every day, and every month, money would flow into their account like water.
That was not the case. Running to the exhibition and the scene was the most basic job for a stock broker like Lyme. They also had to run to their clients' homes and know their clients' preferences. Sometimes, they even had to do volunteer work for their clients.
For example, hoeing weeds, or doing some work that was within his ability.
They also needed to be proficient in all kinds of verbal skills, know how to read people's expressions, and know how to deal with all kinds of sudden questions in the chat. For example, "Since it's so profitable, why don't you or your family do it?"
The fact that he could endure hardships and was still enduring hardships meant that he had ideals and pursuits. Regardless of whether he was aware of it or not, everything he was doing now was for the sake of sharpening himself in the future. He would always be a person with ideals and pursuits.
It was not a problem to talk about money with this kind of person. Everyone would be troubled by money before they became successful. However, once they obtained money, they would have the opportunity to realize their value in life and realize their dreams. The money Lin Qi gave him would not be able to restrain him.
He would pursue his dreams.
So for people like Lyme, if you wanted him to work for you willingly, you had to talk to him about dreams, pursuits, and the future.
Standing in the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the office, the Buen Financial Center was exuding a charming luster under the sun. Lyme's eyes were a little blurred. After looking at it for a while, he looked at Lynch with doubts. "Mr. Lynch, I understand what you're saying, but can I really do it?"
Lynch nodded decisively. "Opportunities are only given to those who are prepared, Lyme."
"People shouldn't be conceited. Conceit will make people lose their way, but they shouldn't be too modest either. When others didn't dare to recommend their stocks to me for various reasons, you did it."
"You challenged fate. You were prepared to bear the best, or the best result. Now, it's just the feedback that fate gave you."
"I see the potential for success in you, so I'll give you a chance. I bet that your tomorrow will be brilliant!"
Lyme's eyes gradually became clear, and then a little wet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch …" He apologized and turned around to take out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.
He wanted to cry. A young man in his twenties, who had been looking for opportunities in Buen since he graduated from high school.
He respected his parents' wishes and became a plumbing apprentice after graduating from high school at the age of 18 …
He also sold some cheap goods under the bridge for his dreams …
He had seen the darkness of one o 'clock in the middle of the night, and the dawn of five o' clock in the morning …
No one knew how hard it was for him. No one knew how fragile but strong his body and heart were under his decent appearance. Countless times, he would lie in bed exhausted in the middle of the night, feeling the darkness, accompanied by back pain and exhaustion, he would be filled with confusion when he fell asleep.
Why did he have to work so hard? Wasn't it better to be a plumber? Every month, he could just eat and wait until he died. Then, he could marry a woman with a similar family background, have two or three children, and live a poor life.
Why did he have to struggle desperately like a bird that had lost its way in the dark? Wasn't it better to land on the ground?
Perhaps it was because the last flame of hope in his heart had not been completely extinguished. He was still working hard, until this moment.
Lynch squeezed his shoulder. "You should smile, child. Life gives you bitterness, so that you can understand the importance of sweetness and be touched …"
Lin Qi sighed softly. He used to be a man with a dream. Perhaps it was because of his feelings or because he thought of something.
But this emotion came and went quickly. He only relaxed his expression for a moment before he composed himself. "Go to work. If you want to realize your dream, rely on your own hands to achieve it!"
Lyme's tears had not dried up. He was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Lynch … Can I give you a hug?"
He quickly explained, "I know this request may be a little awkward, but I really want to … You know, no one has ever said so much to me, and no one has ever given me such a chance."
Lynch opened his arms as if he was holding a child. He hugged Lyme tightly and then watched him leave with light steps.
"I almost touched myself …" Lynch pursed his lips and exhaled a turbid breath. He turned around and sat down behind his desk. Just as he was thinking about something, the phone rang. He picked it up. "It's me."
The office had not hired any secretaries yet, and there were not many other staff members, so the phone he installed was only an ordinary one. When there were more people here, it would be difficult for ordinary calls to reach him directly. Instead, all calls would be transferred through the secretary's office.
Of course, on one hand, this was to prevent harassment from ordinary people. On the other hand, it was to show the uniqueness of the bosses. They could always keep the same topic with the caller because they had already prepared themselves and various countermeasures.
"I, Fox …"
Lynch tapped his toes lightly. The rotating chair turned his back to the office and he faced the glass wall. "What's the matter?"
"The movie is done. The test screening turned out well. We have scheduled the premiere for this Friday night at 7: 45. You have to come …"
It took less than two months for the movie to be completed. It seemed like a very short period of time, and it might have been a casual shoot, but it wasn't.
In this era where a large amount of capital poured into the entertainment industry, it was normal to film one movie a month. Of course, this had nothing to do with the lack of special effects in this era.
Without special effects, there might be some special effects, but it was still a minority. Most movies took about half a month to a month to shoot, and then it would take a week to edit before being released.
Some film companies planned to film as many as ten or twenty movies in the second half of the year. The high-density and high-intensity work reduced the actors' rest time. Of course, most people did not feel the pain because they were making money like crazy.
The producers were making money, the actors were making money, the theaters were making money, everyone was making money!
After Lynch's legendary adventure novel was changed into a script, it was immediately put into production. He invested in a portion of the production cost, so many problems that might have existed in other companies or projects were not a problem. Naturally, the production speed was extraordinarily fast.
In order to create an impact, the movie also hired the youngest male actor among the A-list movie stars today. He was handsome and dashing, so as to set off Lynch's image.
No, it should be to restore Lynch's image as much as possible, although they did not do a good enough job.
Now that the movie was ready to be released, Lynch had to make a trip, whether as an investor, the copyright owner, or even as the prototype of the movie's protagonist.
"Okay, I'll be there on Wednesday, which is tomorrow!"
The promotion of Najaril would continue. Even after the movie ended, there would still be further promotion, such as a semi-documentary "series" of gold panning. Of course, it would be announced to the public that it was a documentary.
It would introduce in detail the changes of two people at the bottom of society after the gold panning in Najaril. They had become rich, had palace-like houses in the local area, and had countless wives.
In short, it was a good place.