At 9: 40, Richard came to the cafe early and sat down.
He chose a seat in the corner near the window. The lighting was good there, and the almost invisible glass that was wiped by the staff could see the situation on the street.
It was not far from the door to the back hall, only a few steps away.
He sat in the seat facing the door and was in a daze.
He thought of many things that were meaningful or meaningless, such as the seat he chose.
When he was a salesman under Lynch, he often went out to eat with Lynch. At that time, Lynch would always choose a seat with a window, back to the wall, facing the door.
Richard was very strange and curious. Once, he could not help but ask Lynch this question.
"Boss, why do you choose this seat every time?"
At that time, Lynch told him that it was because it was safe.
Safe?
At that time, Richard did not understand. Lynch patiently told him that such a seat could see who came in at a glance and see if there was anyone else outside.
Once there was some conflict, there was no need to consider the attack from behind at all. Just focus on dealing with the enemy in front.
If he could beat them, he would fight. If he could not, he would find a chance to smash the window and escape.
At that time, Richard couldn't help but laugh when he heard it. He felt that it must have been a gang member who told Lynch about it because it sounded like a trick that some gangs would use.
Richard asked Lynch why he did this when he had no enemies.
At that time, Lynch told him that it was not stupid to be vigilant at all times.
At all times!
In a trance, he remembered some things in the past. Lynch was younger than him, but he had far more experience than him. Sometimes, he also wondered if Lynch just looked young.
After all, some people were like this. They looked like they were only 40 or 50 years old, but they were actually 50 or 60 years old.
It was not impossible for someone who looked like they were in their twenties to be in their thirties.
From graduating from high school to entering society, Lynch could not have so much experience and experience in just two or three years.
Unless he had mastered these things since he was born.
When his thoughts drifted to this point, Richard could not help but laugh. He knew that he was overthinking because he was not confident enough to defeat Lynch.
Once people had doubts about themselves, they would use things like gods and ghosts to avoid their own incompetence.
This was also what Lynch had said.
He shook his head and reached out to touch the holster that was covered by his clothes. He suddenly felt a sense of security.
Even the Heavenly Lord could be stabbed to death with a single shot. Even if Lynch was born holy, he would not be able to escape a bullet.
Time passed by slowly, and it was finally ten o 'clock.
When the second hand on the wall clock pointed to 9: 59: 45, Lynch appeared outside the coffee shop.
Fifty seconds had passed by the time he walked through the door. When he walked to the table and sat down, it was exactly 9: 59: 59.
"Looks like I'm not late."
Lynch smiled. "A cup of hand-ground coffee, please."
The waiter turned and left. Lynch crossed his legs and looked at Richard. "I had some things to do last night. I can't explain it clearly over the phone. What do you want to talk to me about?"
Richard took his hand out of his pocket and took a sip of his coffee. Originally, he was in a hurry to see Lynch, but now, he wasn't so anxious anymore.
He knew Lynch very well. Lynch was indeed very capable. If he appeared too anxious, Lynch might discover some of his problems.
He still remembered Lynch telling him that one could guess a person's thoughts by observing the details. He did not want to be the one who was guessed!
"Someone is selling the company's shares. Millions of shares have been quietly sold in a day."
He put down his coffee cup slowly and looked up at Lynch.
His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a very insignificant matter.
Lynch looked at him with a slight smile. "How can you be sure that someone is selling and not a natural market behavior?"
"It's you, isn't it?"
Richard did not answer Lynch's question because he could not answer it.
Since he could not answer it, he might as well use a rhetorical question instead. He believed that Lynch's heart had some changes at this moment. He stared into Lynch's eyes, trying to find any fluctuations in Lynch's emotions.
Unfortunately, Lynch's eyes did not change at all.
"It's me or not. Does it mean anything to you?"
Richard thought about it and closed his mouth.
At this moment, the waiter came over with Lynch's coffee and left.
Lynch took a sip of his coffee and nodded in satisfaction. "It's much better than the coffee at the presidential palace. You haven't been to the presidential palace, so you don't know how bad the coffee there is."
Richard chuckled. "Actually, even if you don't answer me, I know that you must be the one who did it. When did it start?"
Lynch pursed his lips. "It's hard for me to answer this question. Actually, it started from the last time we met at the Federation."
"It's just that some of your plans are different from what I imagined. I'm not a god, so I can't predict every single one of your actions. You're too high-profile, Richard."
Lynch was very elegant, calm, and composed. The more he was like this, the more nervous Richard became. He had already started to sweat.
Lynch's temperament and aura gave him a very scary feeling. It was as if he was already a worm on a spider's web, powerless to struggle and could only watch himself walk towards death.
He gulped. "What right do you have to ask me to do what I should do?"
His voice was a little high. "It was like this in the past, and it's still like this now. You're always telling me that I should do this and that, but you've never considered from my point of view!"
In Richard's opinion, wasn't it a 'request' for him to learn from Lynch's strengths?
If Lynch wanted him to do something, he had to do it. He had to learn from Lynch.
Now that Lynch said he was high-profile, he knew that he was talking about him pushing for Yuan Rong Capital to be listed.
He had his own ideas. This was the best opportunity to get rid of Lynch. As long as he completed this plan, when the fourth quarter's financial report came out, the stock price would soar, and he would be able to cash out at least 100 million fra!
With this kind of money, what couldn't he do?
He didn't need to be timid at all. He could face Lynch directly and even arm wrestle with Lynch!
But now that Lynch was here accusing him of being too high-profile, the dissatisfaction in his heart exploded in an instant.
There was no one else in the coffee shop. The only waiter stood a little further away, as if to give the two of them space.
"I'm not asking you to do what you have to do. I'm just providing you with a possibility as a reference. Perhaps following the method I provided is the most suitable."
Lynch picked up the stirrer and stirred the coffee slowly. The mellow aroma began to spread. "I respect your personal freedom. You can do what you want. It's okay. That's your freedom."
"We are from the Federation. We can fight for freedom and die for freedom. I respect all of your rights."
"But if you have your own ideas, then you can't stop me from having mine."
"You want to ruin my plan? Fine. I didn't stop you and even helped you. Then what right do you have to accuse me?"
Richard's expression was a little struggling and a little ferocious. When Lynch told him without reservation that this was what he did, he still had some hesitation in his heart.
Should he fall out with Lynch?
He didn't feel it before, but now that he was facing Lynch, the huge pressure made him hesitate.
But this hesitation was quickly swallowed up by anger and other emotions.
If he lowered his head, he would never be able to get rid of Lynch's shadow. What would his subordinates and partners think of him?
They would definitely leave him. He didn't want to work for others for the rest of his life. He wanted to be his own boss.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Lynch. His breathing was a little heavy. "I haven't lost yet, Lynch."
"This is the first time you called me by my name, and you didn't use the honorific title."
Lynch commented a little. He picked up the coffee and took another sip.
Gevra's coffee beans were roasted for a longer time than the Federation's. This way, the oil and fragrance could be emitted, and at the same time, there wouldn't be a faint sour taste.
However, the bitterness would be obviously amplified. The people of the Federation could tolerate sourness. After all, they judged whether a fruit was fresh or not based on whether it was sour enough. However, they couldn't tolerate bitterness.
Gevra's coffee had more sugar than the coffee of other countries. This made Gevra's coffee different from the coffee of the Federation.
"Don't look down on me!"
Richard's emotions were a little out of control again. He had always been inferior to Lynch. The more Lynch acted like this, the angrier he got. He even put his hand into his pocket and touched the holster through the cloth.
It seemed that this was the only way to let him feel that he still had the power to control himself.
Lynch smiled carelessly. "Do you remember, Richard? I taught you to observe the details."
Without waiting for Richard to say anything, Lynch put down the coffee cup. "Actually, from the moment I came in, I knew you had a gun, but I didn't know if I would use it.
You don't know if you can change the situation between us with a weapon. In fact, you don't even need to try because you can't change anything.
Now, there are at least two guns aimed at your head. As long as I make a move, or you make a dangerous move, the bullets will blow your head off.
In your eyes, you might have 'grown up', like a rebellious child in adolescence. You can face the world calmly.
But in my opinion, you are still too young. Tomorrow's result will come from the choice you made yesterday!
You have taken the first step, now it's my turn! "
Lynch smiled and drank the coffee in one gulp. "It tastes good, but I don't need you to treat me."
He took out two yuan and put it under the tray. After he got up, he nodded slightly and said goodbye.
"Goodbye, Richard!"