Blackstone Code Chapter 399: Small questions and small checks

After a day's selection of Lynch to assign different jobs to the lads in the club, in the afternoon, Vila contacted him, hoping to talk to him.

He asked the driver to drive to the outside of Vila's house. Vila stood at the door. After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Lynch asked the driver to wait by the side of the road, and he walked over directly.

"I must have disrupted your schedule..." Before entering the door, just approaching, Vila smiled, "But these things are very important, and it is not convenient for me to talk on the phone."

She looked through the space next to Lynch's shoulders and saw a few guys who looked like agents got out of another car and walked around.

Sometimes Vera is very emotional, especially when she sees Lynch's handsome face on TV, she is very emotional.

Before that, she never believed in miracles, and Gap didn't believe in miracles either. These middle-class people were more calm than ordinary people, and they knew better that the so-called miracles, which happened with a small probability, only happened when they needed to happen. time, it will happen.

Most of the time, miracles don't happen because miracles are man-made.

They believe more in hard work than in miracles, and this is also the standard for most middle-class people to work and life - they work harder than ordinary people.

At first glance, this statement seems a little ridiculous. Isn't the wealth of the middle class built on the basis of exploitation?

Actually, that's right, but they exploit themselves and oppress themselves.

When the average person is still in bed at 8:30 for the last few minutes of comfort, the middle class has returned from exercise and has eaten breakfast and has already driven out and is about to arrive at the company.

In the process of ordinary people walking slowly, those middle-class people are rushing as fast as they are rushing to reincarnate.

While ordinary people are wasting their time, middle-class elites are constantly draining their value and depositing it in the bank.

So miracles will not be born, but Vila witnessed the birth of a miracle with her own eyes.

At this time last year, this young man just set up a company with a registered capital of only 100 yuan. However, at this moment, no one can imagine how much money he has and how many times his wealth has multiplied. .

If that's not a miracle, what is?

Looking at the big boy in front of her, Vila had such a brief absence, but she soon recovered and brought Lynch into the house.

"Sit down, what would you like to drink?" She walked to the edge of the bar and looked at Lynch. Lynch ordered coffee, and soon two cups of fragrant coffee were brought over.

Vila's dress at this time... was very ordinary. Maybe the pressure of life had restrained her beauty-loving nature. She was wearing ordinary looking home clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which blocked her beauty. face.

She raised her hand and put a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What should I say..." She shook her head. "Some of the company's recent accounts don't seem right."

Lynch, who was drinking coffee, frowned slightly. He put down the coffee and pursed his lips. The coffee remaining on his lips was inhaled into his mouth along the lip lines. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Now the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods, how much we cost and how much we get back, after removing the necessary expenses and the fees paid to managers, the rest is pure profit, but sometimes our The money is not right."

"In addition to this problem, we took a piece of land in the capital to build a second-hand commodity trading area, and now the actual expenditure has exceeded the original budget..."

Lynch knew about the land acquisition. The plan was made by him. These people just went to implement it. They called Lynch before, and Lynch agreed to their budget.

In Lynch's view, the budgeted funds are sufficient for them to develop to the end stage, and they may need to add more at that time, but they will never say that the money will be used up if they can't persist in the mid-term.

"How much time?"

Vila pursed her lips, "It's about a month, and the problem... all lies with the capital."

She is not very hard to say, because Richard is in full charge of the capital, and his abilities are obvious to all, including Lynch.

He's a natural marketing expert, he's made for money, and he's not a jerk, and Lynch believes he won't screw things up too badly.

But it looks like things have changed, which has kept him from staying longer on this side of York State.

"This is very important to me, I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out and held Vera's hand, and looked into her eyes very seriously, "You have helped me a lot. , without you, I'm afraid I won't be able to do other things with confidence."

Villa wanted to draw her hands, but in the end she didn't. "This is what I should do, after all, you are my boss."

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "Don't be too tired, you can leave some things to the employees under your command to do..."

It just so happened that at this time, an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl came back from outside holding the hand of a servant. As soon as the girl entered the room, the smile on her face that was still there, immediately subsided after seeing Lynch. Then he went to the room on the second floor without looking back.

Vera's eyes were withdrawn from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch with some apologetics, "Sorry, since Gap... you know, those cops and detectives have never Will respect the criminals in their eyes, so she is a little afraid of strangers now."

During Gap's escape, the Bureau of Investigation's agents spied on people related to him, and this surveillance could even be described as harassment in a sense.

They will appear around surveillance targets at every turn, checking their belongings, or asking questions.

It was unbearable for adults to be harassed, let alone an eleven- or twelve-year-old child. Under such pressure and stimulation, a girl from a cheerful middle-class family background began to become autistic.

She began to be afraid of strangers, and was afraid of contacting and communicating with people other than those she knew.

Children in the Federation will always fall into some kind of low ebb and negative emotions due to various external reasons, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. This is also the reason why there are more psychiatrists in the Federation than in other countries.

In fact, sometimes people are really strange. For example, Gefra, their level of civilization is not worse than that of the Federation, but under their social mechanism, people's ability to bear is stronger than that of the Federation that advocates freedom. This is actually Very funny.

Lynch felt that this was accustomed.

He was saying goodbye soon, and Vila didn't keep him. Her mind was now mainly on the child.

It was getting late at this time. He had someone book a ticket to the York state capital tomorrow and returned home. Just as he sat down, the phone rang.

After he answered the call, he left the house shortly after, and someone asked him to talk.

The person who asked him was Commissioner Johnson, the Commissioner of the IRS Tax Bureau in Sabine, York. Lynch met the old man by the lake on the outskirts of the city.

The old man is wearing an exploration hat and a pair of sunglasses, and is throwing some odds and ends toward the lake.

There were a lot of predatory fish gathered around the lake. As Lynch's arrival disturbed the calm of the lake, the predatory fish quickly made a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.

Looking at the school of fish that disappeared in an instant, Director Johnson threw the few things in, clapped his hands and stood up.

"You came very quickly..." He sighed, his expression a little melancholy.

Lynch didn't answer, just looked at him.

Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red, he whispered, "I've been in some trouble lately..."

Before he finished speaking, Lynch interrupted him, "How much?"

Director Johnson was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to hear what Lynch said. "What did you just say?"

"I said how much do you want!", Lynch took out a transfer checkbook from his pocket, unscrewed the cap of the pen, "5,000 yuan, is that enough?" Write a few numbers on the check.

Director Johnson was a little embarrassed, but he had nothing but a frown.

Lynch added another, then signed and tore the check, "15,000, should be enough to deal with the difficulties you are facing?"

"That's not what I meant..." Commissioner Johnson tried to explain something, but in the end took the check.

He felt that he was becoming less and less dignified in front of Lynch, and sometimes he even wondered if this was Lynch's trap, but soon this thought was thrown out of his mind.

Even if this was Lynch's trap, if he hadn't made some mistakes, he wouldn't be where he is today.

Michael's wife is pregnant, not to mention, and now she is starting to show her pregnancy. A woman's husband is in prison, and her wife suddenly has a big belly. No one will think it is normal.

The story that the woman cheated on her husband while she was in jail ~IndoMTL.com~ spreads across the Michaels' community in an instant.

This gossip hurts people a lot, not just for the poor woman, but for little Michael as well.

In the past, little Michael didn't show affection when he saw Director Johnson, but at least he wouldn't stare at him with a hateful look.

But since his mother became pregnant, he has gone through a lot, and little Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realizes who made his mother big.

There is no doubt that it was Mr. Johnson, who often came to the house to take care of their mother and son.

This felt terrible, so Commissioner Johnson discussed with the woman that they were going to move out of where they were currently living, to a place where no one knew about them, and put Michael Jr. into a boarding system by the way. private school.

This avoids some of the unpleasant friction between little Michael and him, and his mother.

Great idea, but no money.

The federation of the rich is heaven. Money comes from the divine power of God, and anything can be done.

The federation of the poor is hell. Poverty is the noose that the devil puts on their necks. The more they struggle, the more desperate they become.

The only one who can solve these problems now is Lynch, because Lynch is rich.

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