"Did you get your salary?"
Just as he opened the door with the key, a slightly anxious face appeared in front of Anderson. He met the madam's gaze and looked at the spot by his feet with a little guilty conscience. At the same time, he turned around and moved the box in from outside the door. He even answered in a low muffled voice with some impatience, "No."
"No?"
Mrs. Anderson's skin that had been lacking in maintenance had loosened up quite a bit. Wrinkles, crow's feet, wrinkles on her forehead … Dull and rough skin. Her face was full of disappointment, her hands subconsciously clasped together. "Then what are we going to do this month?"
The bills would be mailed to them soon. If they couldn't pay the bills, they would be put on a high-risk list. If they broke the contract again and didn't pay the money they owed this time, the bank or some companies would start an investigation.
As long as the investigator believed that they couldn't pay the debt, then the goods and even the house they bought through installments would be auctioned off and the proceeds would be used to pay the debt.
What was more terrifying was that as long as one company started an investigation, all the companies with installments would also start an investigation. This was enough to destroy a family!
In recent months, there had been several cases in their neighborhood. Those neighbors had to sell their houses and move to a worse and more dangerous neighborhood.
It was filled with all kinds of criminals, skilled women, pimps and others. It was hell, but of course, for some, it was also heaven.
Anderson moved the three boxes into the house. He walked straight to the sofa and sat down. His wife was walking around the boxes. "What's inside?"
Facing his wife's long-winded interrogation, his brain was about to explode. "Something used by the factory to pay your salary. Maybe you can go out and ask the neighbors if they need it. It's a better choice than giving me a headache here. What do you think?"
The two looked at each other for a moment. Mrs. Anderson didn't leave the room but started to clean up in silence. She took a rag and cleaned everywhere.
In fact, before Anderson came back, Mrs. Anderson had already cleaned the house. For most full-time housewives, other than taking care of their children and husband, there were only a few things left for them to do.
Watching TV, chatting with neighbors, cleaning, and some even having an affair.
Every time Mrs. Anderson's emotions reached a critical point, she would start to do the housework. She would do the housework silently, as if she was isolated from the world and would not be disturbed by the outside world until her emotions returned to normal.
Anderson, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Mrs. Anderson who had entered the "state" again, and his head hurt even more. He felt that he was the victim of silent violence. Look at this arrogant woman!
Actually, he did not really like Mrs. Anderson. Their marriage and living together was just a necessity of life. This was the tragedy of ordinary people. Reality would never give way to ideals.
The rich and the privileged were the exact opposite. Only they had the soil suitable for the growth of ideals and romance.
Anderson patted his head and left the house. He needed to go out for a walk and think about what to do next month.
Not long after he left home, a young man handed him a leaflet with a smile.
Usually, in such situations, Anderson would turn it into a paper airplane or a ball of waste paper and throw it into the trash can.
But now that he was in a state of anxiety, he needed to do something to divert his attention, so he turned his gaze to the flyer.
"Gaitner, pay on delivery!"
"The ones who can give you 30 to 50 dollars are your friends!"
"The ones who can give you 300 to 500 dollars are your family!"
"The only ones who can give you 300 to 500 dollars are us!"
"Gaitner, pay on delivery. Gaitner, make a scene!"
It was a promotional leaflet for a finance company. Anderson, who was about to throw it away, suddenly froze. Maybe these people could solve his problem!
Not long after, Anderson arrived at the address on the flyer with three cardboard boxes on his back. It was located at the edge of the city center of Saibin City. It was completely different from the other finance companies that were located at the edge of the city. It gave Anderson an inexplicable sense of recognition.
There were many people there, which made him feel an unprecedented atmosphere. It was even worse than a few years ago when the development of society was not as good as the current time.
Although the economy was not developed in the past, everyone lived a fulfilling life, unlike now. At least in the past, he did not have to worry about losing his job.
He looked at the rows of negotiation tables in the distance, then looked at the piles of collaterals that piled up like a small hill. He sighed silently.
"I have to pay attention to the market trends of the entire city and the surrounding cities. I can't be too rigid …"
At that moment, Lynch was talking to Mr. Fox, his son, and two of his subordinates about the valuation.
Valuation was not a very casual, simple, and relaxing job. It was a very complicated job.
The agreements that Lynch had given to the bank were valued at more than three million dollars, but Mr. Fox valued them at more than four million dollars. This meant that Mr. Fox's overflow could become a huge risk for himself — a risk that did not exist.
However, this kind of wrong approach would still cause a lot of trouble. For example, the amount of loans he could get from the agreements would decrease. In order to increase his own money, Lynch had to let them know how to properly value the assets.
"Saibin City doesn't have a professional consulting company, so you have to do this yourself. Of course, if you can't do it well, but you're willing to spend money, I can help you."
He could not help but smile. Every time he met a generous investor, he would want to show the most dazzling smile.
"We have to figure out what's not selling well, what's easy to sell, what's suitable for lowering the price, and what's suitable for raising the price. This is a field of study!"
He looked around and suddenly pointed at Anderson. "Look at that guy …" The four people immediately looked in the direction that Lynch was pointing at. "He brought three of the same things at once, and they look brand new."
"I'm willing to bet that he didn't steal these things. They were given to him by someone else. So, we can be a little more ruthless when it's appropriate."
"As for how to figure out the price of these things …" Lynch took out a piece of paper with more than ten phone numbers on it. "This is the number of the top distributors in Saibin City. As long as it's legal to buy something in Saibin City, you can check the price here."
"You can even ask about the recent sales of these things and give them a lower price."
"This way, you can use the least amount of money to get the largest amount of contracts, and I can raise more funds for you!"
Mr. Fox's eyes began to shine. He felt that the best decision he had made in his life was to give Lynch a chance to speak. When they first met, Mr. Fox thought that Lynch was sent by someone to cause trouble for him.
However, he generously gave Lynch a chance to speak, which led to their subsequent cooperation and the drastic changes in Gaitnau Finance Company.
Now, the changes in the finance company were getting bigger and faster. In the past, he wanted to rope Lynch in as a shareholder, but now he did not think so.
He had been calculating these days. If he got back all the principal and interest, plus the collateral that he gave up automatically, his wealth could reach ten million in two or three months!
If it was before, it would take him almost half his life to earn two million yuan. Now, it had only taken him a few months.
It was impossible for him to share such a large sum of money with Lynch. It was already a lot to give him a service fee, which was at least one or two million.
Young people should know how to be satisfied. This was something that Lynch did very well.
He looked at Lynch with more and more satisfaction. Finally, he glanced at his son, "You have to learn more from Lynch. Don't fool around with those women all day, understand?"
This made Mr. Fox's son a little embarrassed, but he still nodded.
In their eyes, Lynch was like a magician, a magician who could make money magic!
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I suddenly realized that what we lacked the most was an imaginative class representative.
In fact, at the end of the last chapter, the poster on Anderson's face had a lot of deeper metaphors.
First of all, it was not just a literal meaning. Every day is a new day. I think this translation is very one-sided. In the context of the times, this sentence should be translated as "every day is full of new hope." This is more in line with the times.
The words on the poster essentially represented the blind optimism of the bottom of society for the future. Even after the market continued to be weak for a year or two, they were still blindly optimistic.
Part of this was their own reason, and part of it came from the needs of the upper class for the lower class. For example, the upper class had been saying that although the market was weak, the financial market continued to rise.
The poster was blown away by the wind, which meant that a storm was coming. At the same time, it also meant that some things could not be covered up. The upper class was about to lose control of the lower class, at least on the surface.
Some problems would soon surface.
The poster on the face represented the defeated ideals of reality. It slapped the optimistic people in the face, and the contradictions between the two sides of society began to heat up.
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So, we lacked an excellent class representative!!!