After Lynch finished reading the letter from Nagalil, he walked to the door, took out a ten-dollar bill, and handed it to the messenger.
The messenger was a young postman in his twenties. At this time, he was holding his wide-brimmed hat with both hands nervously. Originally, this kind of letter could be delivered directly, but he felt that this was an opportunity, so he did not put the letter in the mailbox as required. He had been waiting for the person in the room to open the door for him. The good news was that the door opened, and he saw Mr. Lynch.
"You deserve it," Ye Futian said.
Lynch saw that the postman was still a little hesitant. He smiled and put the ten dollars into his hat.
Just as Lynch was about to close the door, the postman spoke, "Mr. Lynch, I want to work for you."
Lynch was a little amused. The postman in front of him was about the same age as him, but their status was worlds apart. Lynch slightly pulled the door that was closing and looked at him. "You have already served me, Mr. Postman."
The postman seemed to realize something. He quickly wiped his empty right hand on his body and stretched it out. "Damn it. My name is Aldrich. I have heard some of your deeds. I also want to work for you like the others."
He emphasized the word "work" to make sure that Lynch heard "work" and not "service."
Lynch looked at the outstretched hand and then reached out to shake it.
To be honest, Lynch was actually a very easy person to get along with. He was not like those with great family backgrounds who were born with an arrogant attitude and always looked down on those ordinary people.
These problems were not found in Lynch at all. Whether it was the country's president or a postman who wanted to shake hands with him, as long as it was a kind gesture, he would not refuse.
Lynch looked up and down at the man who had the courage to promote himself. He actually liked this kind of people. Whether they had some talents that others did not have, at least they had courage.
People with courage had the foundation for success. As the old saying went, if you don't try, you may not know whether you will succeed or not, but if you don't try, you will definitely not succeed!
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
Lynch asked casually.
The postman named Aldrich fumbled for a pen and a piece of blank paper from his pocket. Postmen always carried these things with them.
Lynch wrote something that the postman couldn't understand, then folded it and handed it to the postman. "Do you know Brother Green?"
"Yes, of course I know them. They're very famous!"
Speaking of this, the postman quickly nodded. "No one doesn't know Brother Green's name, Mr. Lynch."
These two brothers had actually restrained themselves quite a bit recently, but their fierce reputation in the past still existed. If they were left alone, Lynch might see them at the execution ground in a few years.
Although the Federation advocated freedom and allowed people to do what they wanted to do, crime was absolutely not allowed.
Once it got too big, even if some voices could be suppressed within the city limits, it would not be able to suppress the voices from the state, or even Boone's voice.
Fortunately, they realized their mistake in time, which helped them avoid some possible dangers.
Lynch nodded. "Take this message to them and tell them to find you a job!"
He patted the postman on the arm and closed the door after the postman left ecstatically.
"What happened?"
Langdon asked as soon as he returned to the living room. He felt that Lynch had been gone for too long and that something unexpected had happened.
Lynch did not explain. He walked to the edge of the sofa. The people sitting on and around the sofa quickly stood up and helped Lynch clean a separate sofa, then moved a little away from Lynch.
Of course, thanks were worthless and would not embarrass people. It would only make people think that they were well-educated, and Lynch would not be stingy with these worthless words.
After thanking them, he sat down. "It's nothing. An interesting young man. Let's continue the topic."
Mayor Langdon nodded. "Mark plans to dispose of all the local assets..."
As Langdon's white glove, Mark had been responsible for managing these assets. There were some things that he could not do alone, such as the relief food distribution.
The relief food people were eating now came from Mark's food processing plant. It was said that he had won the bid after participating in the bidding, but no one could say for sure if this was true.
If the mayor himself had taken the reins, it would have looked a little ugly. But if it was Mark, it would have looked much better, and he would have been praised for his strong supervision.
There were many similar things. Mark controlled a lot of industries under his command.
Now that Mayor Langdon was leaving, he would no longer have the power to govern the local area. These businesses that were originally profitable were likely to suddenly fall into a state of loss, and the losses would only get worse and worse. Eventually, all the money he had earned over the years would be lost.
So Mark had to solve the problems in his hands before the mayor's power completely expired.
"First, the food factory..." Langdon glanced at the people in the room. No one stepped forward to take over. Everyone had a lot of concerns.
The food factory was not a profitable business. If the situation was good, they could still make some money. But now that the situation was bad, it was very difficult to make money. Even if they accepted the relief food order from the city hall, they dared not say that they would make money.
Mark could make money because the mayor was his uncle. It could even be said that the food factory actually belonged to the mayor. That was why he could make money.
But if someone else took over the business, they would not have "my uncle mayor." It would be a nightmare for them.
Langdon knew very well why these people did not step forward. He glanced at Felar, who coughed to attract everyone's attention.
"When I take office, the city hall will not change the various preferential policies, including the financial subsidies, that the city hall provides to the food factory!"
Feral's promise immediately had a miraculous effect. Immediately, someone stood up and expressed his willingness to buy the food factory with a smile on his face.
He was not doing this to make money, but to contribute to every family in Saibin who needed relief food.
However, it was obvious that some people didn't want to let one person monopolize the limelight, so they also joined in the "rush to buy" trend. From no one showing any interest to everyone fighting to be the first. Lynch's expression was indifferent, the mayor was slightly mocking, and Ferral's face was flushed red.
The three of them had completely different moods and attitudes, but regardless of whether Mayor Langdon would be displeased by the merchants' blatant display, regardless of whether Feral's statement would change the situation and prove that he had surpassed Mayor Langdon in the hearts of the people, this was the reality. This game had to go on, and there was no end to it.
After a whole day, the assets under Mark's command were basically disposed of. They were sold for about two million yuan. If they hadn't been severely cheated in the matter of the cheap apartment, they might have been able to take away even more money.
Today also marked the end of a period in Saibin's history. A period that belonged to Langdon had come to an end.
In the evening, everyone had left. When Mayor Langdon and Mark were about to leave, Mayor Langdon stood at the door and shook Lynch's hand for the last time. After he went back, he would submit his resignation to the state government and recommend a successor the next day. The state government would directly appoint an interim mayor before the next election.
In other words, after today, Lynch would not have any more chances to meet Langdon. That was in Saibin. After Langdon went to Bupain, they would still have a chance to meet.
At this time, he talked about what they had discussed before. "I will take some of the money with me, and I plan to give the rest to Mark. We have talked about the business in Nagalil before."
Lynch nodded. "I will arrange some work for Mark when the time comes."
Langdon sighed contentedly. He patted Lynch on the arm, said goodbye, and left with Mark.
Standing under the eaves, watching the mayor's car drive away, Ferrar, who was standing next to him, let out a long sigh of relief. "It's finally over."
Lynch turned to look at him and asked with a smile, "How does it feel to be in power?"
Ferrar walked out without saying a word. There were no clouds in the winter night sky, and bright stars filled the entire sky. Just like when he was a child, he stared at the sky intently while answering Lynch's question.
"It's fascinating. Did you feel it? Before Langdon left, people's attitude toward him had changed dramatically. But as soon as I spoke, everything became the same as before. This is the value of power."
Ferrar did not even realize that he had neglected to address Langdon as "Mr. Mayor," "Your Excellency," or "Mr. Langdon." Instead, he called Langdon by his name.
"I want to say that I actually don't feel much, but we all know that's a lie. Power is really fascinating. I don't know if I will feel pain when I lose it!"
"No, it will definitely be painful. In fact, everyone will feel pain. It's just whether they show it or not."
He withdrew his gaze and stood in the yard, looking at Lynch. "So, what should we do next?"
"After you announce your inauguration, cooperate with me to acquire some factories. Then you will provide at least four to five hundred jobs in the city. People will soon start to support you."
These were all things that had been discussed before. Lynch even deliberately stayed in the country for a while for this purpose.
Ferrar's current state of mind was not quite right. He asked a question that he had never thought of, let alone thought of asking. "Is it safe?"
"I mean, are we safe doing this?"
"Of course!"
Lynch also looked up at the sky. "Everything we do is in accordance with the laws of this country. Everything is safe!"