Seeing that the Beret Man was about to vent his anger, Lynch knew that he was safe, and very safe at that.
A scholar once said — — — — — -
"If you display intelligence that surpasses that of ordinary people, then even your opponents will covet your intelligence and desire to take it for themselves!"
Simply put, a person who was not smart enough would have a natural trust in a smart person. This trust could sometimes transcend factions and positions. It was amazing.
He used the simplest way to let the Beret Man understand that his efforts were futile. Thus, Lynch was safe. In the Beret Man's eyes, Lynch was already on their side.
Even if he wasn't, he had established a certain degree of friendship. So when he left, he used the phrase "kill them" instead of "kill you" to distinguish Lynch from these people.
In fact, what Lynch said was only what he understood. There were many things that the Beret Man did not understand, such as signature encryption.
Checkbooks often had a lot of frontline patterns and patterns where signatures were used. Some checks even had horizontal lines. These were actually anti-counterfeiting and encryption methods.
This was especially true for large transfer checks. When a check of more than 200,000 yuan was processed, the verification information, which was the original signature, had to be left.
The teller would tell every distinguished customer of the bank how to sign the signature to ensure that it could help the bank verify the authenticity of the check.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy for anyone to fake a signature?
Lynch did not lie to him. What he said was true, and it was precisely because it was true that people believed him.
Seeing that the Beret Man was about to do something stupid, Lynch grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to do that."
The Beret Man's eyes twitched.
He paid a huge price for this operation. He risked being hunted down by the country's warlords and sacrificed a few of his men to board the ship. Now that Lynch told him that he would not get a single cent, he felt that he had been completely fooled.
Whether it was fate, God, or these capitalists, he just wanted to vent his anger.
He looked at Lynch, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it at Lynch. "Are you going to stop me?"
If Lynch said yes or found a reason to stop him, he would shoot without hesitation.
Because Lynch didn't take care of his emotions, he wasn't one of them.
If he found any of his soldiers and asked them if they could kill these tycoons, no one would stop him. In fact, there would even be people who would help him. These were his own people.
Not those who tried to stop him. These people were not of the same mind as him.
Lynch gave him an answer that he had never thought of. "I want to make a deal with you and make sure you get the money."
The Beret Man was stunned again. His body relaxed slightly, and he slammed the pistol on the bar counter. Then, he scratched his ear with his fingers. "What the f * ck did you just say?"
"I want to do business with you!"
Lynch took out a pack of cigarettes and passed one to the Beret Man. The two of them put their heads together and lit the cigarette before separating.
"What kind of business do you want to do with me?"
The Beret Man looked at Lynch curiously. He felt that Lynch was the most interesting person he had ever met in his life. He could always give him an answer that he would never have thought of in the most unexpected places.
He was suddenly looking forward to it.
Lynch's smoking posture was very elegant. The cigarette holder was pressed at the bottom of his index and middle finger. This way, when he wasn't smoking, he could clench his hand into a fist. It gave people a very stable feeling.
When he needed to smoke, he just had to push his thumb, and the cigarette would be between his two fingers. It wouldn't be as stupid as covering half of his face when he smoked.
On the other hand, the Beret Man's smoking posture was a bit "ruffian". He used his thumb and index finger to pinch the cigarette butt. He also had the habit of biting the cigarette butt, which would make the filter black. It was very disgusting.
Lin Qi flicked the ash off his cigarette and nodded. "You want money, and I want safety. To a certain extent, our goals don't conflict."
The Beret Man also nodded. He felt that Lynch was right, and it was easy to understand.
"But they tricked me just now. They don't seem to be as willing to cooperate with me as you are."
Lynch smiled and blew out a puff of smoke. He looked very relaxed and relaxed. "But I can do it."
Without waiting for the Beret Man to respond, Lynch asked, "How much do you plan to get from this operation?"
The Beret Man was a little confused. "What do you mean?"
"How much money do you want before you board the ship?"
The Beret Man thought seriously for a while. "I don't have a clear goal. I just heard that you guys are very rich. The pressure in the country is very high right now, and I need money."
The situation in Marillo was never peaceful. The big warlords guarded their own territories, and outside the territories of these big warlords, small and medium-sized warlords fought endlessly.
Every three to five months, or even three to five weeks, a region would change owners. The frequent battles put a lot of pressure on the small and medium-sized warlords.
The main problem was capital.
Destruction could not bring in stable income. The big warlords were strong, and their territories had stabilized. It was as if the warlords behind them had even started to do international business.
Their territories were stable and peaceful, and the power of the warlords was strong. It was very attractive to people from other places.
The best way to change this situation was to have money in hand. Give money to people in your territory who were willing to follow you, then buy high-quality weapons and think of ways to strengthen yourself.
However, war only caused destruction, and there was no development. This was also the reason why all the small and medium-sized warlords were eventually destroyed.
Some people guessed that the big warlords in Marillo wanted to wait until most of the ambitious people at the bottom were dead before competing to see who would be the final winner. They were not willing to spend too much energy on this meaningless battle.
This was also the reason why the situation in Marillo was chaotic. No one cared. As long as they had a few people, a few guns, and a flag, they could become a warlord.
Lin Qi helped him sort out his thoughts. "How much money do you think you need to get in order to help your career?" Lin Qi looked at the Beret Man's worried face and asked, "How much money do you think you need to get to help your business?"
"Tens … tens of millions!"
He stared into Lynch's eyes and said a number.
Originally, he wanted to say a few million. A few million would be enough for his armed organization to continue and continue to grow.
In a chaotic world, human lives were worthless.
Just as he was about to say it, he thought of the "donations" of the rich people. He changed the unit from a million to tens of millions. Greed turned into a stream of light in his eyes. He licked his lips. "A few tens of millions is enough."
Lynch nodded. "No problem at all. We can do this business."
"I will help you negotiate the money, and I will persuade everyone to just treat what happened here as a small unpleasantness on the journey."
"After you leave, no one will come after you, and no one will mention what happened here."
"You take the money to fulfill your dreams and your business. We will return to the Federation and continue to be rich. Do you think this deal is to your liking?"
The Beret Man's breathing was a little rapid. The hope that he thought was lost suddenly appeared again. He did not know what to do.
Fortunately, he was more or less a reputable person. He nodded and quickly asked, "But how can you guarantee that?"
Lynch took out a checkbook, casually wrote a 30 million transfer check, signed his name, and handed it over.
The Beret Man felt a little nauseous when he saw the check. He did not take it. "This trick won't work on me!"
Lynch, on the other hand, smiled and explained to him how to use the check.
In fact, all checks had a time limit, especially transfer checks. The purpose of signing the date was to limit the time the check could be used.
In the past, there were some scams in the Federation that used the date of the check to make some people unable to cash the check.
The check that Lynch signed now did not have a date on it.
"You can fill in a date at any time and transfer the money to your designated account at any place where there is a Gold Exchange Bank."
"It doesn't have to be a few days later. If you're worried, you can delay it or just sell it to an international bank. They know how to wash the money clean without anyone knowing."
30 million. This amount of money had already exceeded the Beret Man's expectations — after all the deception.
Seeing that he was still hesitating, Lynch added, "This is only my guarantee. You can transfer at least 30 million from my account, but if I have a good deal with those people, you may get more."
Lynch said very sincerely, "I'm the same kind of person as them. They can't fool me, but they can fool you."
"You took such a big risk to board the ship. You're definitely not just here to meet us or kill some people."
"Between personal preference and your dream, you know what to choose."
The Beret Man was still a little hesitant. "I can take this check and ask them to sign an undated check too!"
Lynch shrugged indifferently. After he took the last puff, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and habitually lifted his foot to crush it. "Up to you. I'll try my best to show my sincerity. If you ignore him, I won't blame you."
After he said this, he put away the cigarette box and looked at the Beret Man. "So, can I go back now?"
He looked like he had completely "failed".
Someone once said this about "goading", and Lynch felt that the comment was very, very accurate.
The lower a person's education level was, the higher their social status was, and the greater the influence they would be subjected to provocation!