blackstone code

Chapter 308 You Can't Call Them

"What do you want?" Lynch broke off another corner of the snack and threw it into his mouth.

Mishehaye smiled reservedly, "It's not what I want, but what our people want!"

He licked his lips when he said this, "Mr. Lynch, the market environment of Baylor Federation is much more open than ours, so in the process of doing business, have you ever encountered a liar?"

Lynch nodded, "I have."

In the Baylor Federation, financial fraud cases related to business emerge in endlessly, and they are becoming more and more elusive, especially the fraud cases related to banks.

Bad checks, forged promissory notes, and various criminal acts that take advantage of system loopholes. It can be said that no one knows where the federal legal loopholes are better than these fraudsters, and no one knows better than them what the bank's rules and regulations are. question.

According to the chat between Lynch and Joe Griman, the total amount of check fraud that Jinhui encountered in the past year was more than 460 million. This is only from Jinhui. There are six major banks in the empire, and there are A lot of small banks in the area, people actually get scammed a lot more than they think they get from the newspapers.

Mishehaye's smile was more profound, "We have also encountered...", with a slightly emotional tone, he suddenly turned around after saying this sentence, and then became a little tougher, "We have encountered There have been a lot of scammers here in the name of investment, cheating food, drinking and cheating money, they promised us a lot of bright future, they failed our hope for development, failed people's desire."

"Tragedies should not be repeated. What you have to do is very simple, Mr. Lynch. You only need to deposit a sum of money in our designated bank, and people will believe that you are different from those liars before!"

Mishehaye picked up the cup and gulped down the sweet tea in it. A few seconds later, he put down the cup, picked up a towel and wiped the remaining water stains on his lips, and pressed it casually, "Of course, it's just me. proposal..."

He looked at Lynch with no expression on his face, but there were many things churning in his eyes.

It's a feeling that's not easy to describe, it's not as easy to detect as an intuitive representation, it's more of a... metaphysical, because we know the eyes can't actually make any movements, let alone have What color, but people can really perceive some emotions and things in the other person's heart through looking at each other and through the changes in their eyes.

Lynch looked at him and asked, "Is this protection money?"

"Protection fee?" Mishehaye's voice suddenly raised, and he raised his eyebrows, as if he was really surprised by it, "Of course not, why do you think so?"

"We don't touch the money you have in our bank. Only you have the power to control it. What we do is to tell people that you are a real investor and your money is already in place - at least part of it. I won't leave with you because of your departure, that's all!"

"You can regard it as a gentleman's contract, or as a guarantee, but it is definitely not a protection fee. We never extort businessmen. Nagalil is also a civilized country!"

Lynch kept smiling all the time, and he nodded cooperatively, seeming to agree. He put the pastry with the corners off on the plate and clapped his hands, "How much?"

Mishehaye licked his lips again. He didn't know whether it was because the tea remaining on his lips began to evaporate, leaving only sticky sugar liquid, or because he felt thirsty after eating and drinking so many sweet things. Licking your lips once is actually a very impolite behavior.

If it were in the Commonwealth, the ladies standing at a distance would cover their hard-pressed big mouths in astonishment, leading others in disbelieving voices—"Look at that guy, he's so rude.

"[-] million Galil, or the equivalent federal sol." Mishehaye opened his mouth, and he added, "If you deposit the federal sol, we can appropriately reduce part of it."

Nagalil does not have much foreign exchange reserves, but the ruling class has a lot of transnational consumption behavior. If they exchange foreign exchange according to the official exchange rate, they will not suffer too much, but the problem is that no international bank is willing to exchange according to Nagalil The foreign exchange rate proposed by myself is to exchange currency for others, and everything fluctuates according to the market itself.

Mishehaye is also very clear, so he proposed that foreign exchange deposits can be reduced, which is actually to cut off the difference between the official exchange rate and the actual exchange rate.

"It's almost..." Lynch frowned and calculated in his mind, "110 million federal soles!"

Michelhaye looked at Lynch in surprise. He thought that Lynch would obviously refuse, so he would tell Lynch that if Lynch refused their request, then Lynch would be restricted from leaving the country.

Don't look at Lynch with some bodyguards, these people also have guns, but they only have about forty people after all, even if they can fight a hundred Nagalil fighters alone, it only takes four thousand soldiers to take them. down them.

There are not many things in Nagalil, and the streets are full of worthless untouchables. The opportunity to serve as soldiers is a gift given to them, and it is too late for them to be happy.

So Mishehaye never considered that Lynch could refuse, he couldn't refuse.

But similarly, he never thought that Lynch's reaction would be so indifferent. He actually calculated the exchange rate, which made Mishehaye's brain a little bit overwhelmed.

After a few seconds, he also did the math, feeling that it should be about the same number, then nodded, "Yes, your math ability is worth showing off!"

"It's nothing to brag about, I can deposit this money..."

Before Lynch finished speaking, Mishehaye had a smile on his face. This kid was more manageable than he had imagined. He didn't even say a threat, and Lynch gave up, which also meant that They could rip off more from Lynch.

Wealth, technology, and a few other things.

It was just the next half of Lynch's words that instantly froze the expression on his face.

Here's what he said, "...but if I deposit the money in your designated bank, what do I get?"

Mishehaye really wanted to ask Lynch what this sentence meant, and why he knew every word Lynch said, but couldn't understand the meaning when they were connected together?
Looking at Mishehaye, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak, Lynch smiled, a breeze blew, and the cool wind carried some floral fragrance, stirring the plants in the garden.

The dappled sunlight passed through the swaying gaps between the leaves, and briefly stayed on Lynch's face for a moment. Mishehaye looked away, it was too dazzling.

The sun was dazzling, and so was Lynch's smile.

"Mr. Mishehaye, you want me to show my sincerity. I don't think your request is too much. I am also willing to show my sincerity according to your request. So what about your sincerity?"

Lynch leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette. In an instant, the initiative of the conversation between the two changed hands. The smoke from the cigarette blocked the sight of the two of them. Lynch The smile on his face also became a little weird, some half-smile.

"Sincerity should be shown by both parties, Mr. Michehaye, what do you think?"

Not easy to deal with!

In an instant, this idea appeared in Mishehaye's mind. Lynch is a very difficult person to deal with. He agreed to his request without hesitation, which can be said to be difficult, and now he suddenly turned around and gave him a blow.

How much he made things difficult for Lynch just now, now Lynch's counterattack is even more difficult to resolve, after all, he has even agreed to such an exorbitant request, if his "sincerity" is not equal, Lynch can not fulfill his sincerity, because Mischer Haye performed unbearably first.

Mishehaye stared at Lynch closely, and the damn smoke always made him feel that the Lynch he saw was not real, even though the distance between the two was less than two meters.

After about a minute of silence, Mishehaye lost his composure. While losing the initiative, Lynch put more and more pressure on him, and he was even sweating, so he had to Break the current situation and ask Lynch directly, "What do you want?"

Lynch shrugged, "Sincerity, or the only right to trade!"

He flicked the cigarette ash, not caring that some of the ash fell on him with the wind. He looked at Mishehaye, and his speech speed began to increase, but the words were very clear, "The sole trading right, the exclusive trading right, which Whichever way you understand it, use it."

"I can save money. If 100 million federal soles is not enough, I can save 200 million, 300 million or even more, but you must sign an exclusive trade agreement with me. From the signing of the agreement, for at least 20 years in the future, Magura The export business in that province and the types of goods I designated can only be managed by me alone, I set prices, formulate sales rules, and have the right to review, supervise, and dispose."

He tilted his head slightly, "It's time for you to show your sincerity, Mr. Michehaye."

There was already a lot of sweat on Mishehaye's temples. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it, but did not express his opinion immediately. Lynch's request was too much, but his request just now was also too much.

If he didn't agree to these, Lynch wouldn't deposit the money in the bank, and he was caught in an endless loop.

In fact, asking Lynch to deposit the money is also to put part of the money in his pocket first. At that time, they will find any reason to turn Lynch's "deposit" into an "investment margin". Give it back to him.

As long as his investment is not closed for a day, the money will not be moved for a day, and Lynch even has to deposit more money into it.

But now, this trouble is not Lynch's trouble, but Mishehaye and the young masters behind him.

"I can't be the master..."

Lin Qi got up immediately when he heard the words, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, and patted the ash that fell on his body, "I'm sorry, Mr. Michehaye, find someone who can make the decision and talk to me, and...", he He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I have other things to do, so I won't be here with you!"

(End of this chapter)