blackstone code

Chapter 400 Small Questions and Small Checks

After a day of selection, Lynch assigned different jobs to the boys in the club. In the afternoon, Vera contacted him, hoping to have a talk with him.

He asked the driver to drive to Vera's house, and Vera stood at the door. After a few seconds of eye contact, 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, Wei La just approached, and smiled, "But these things are very important, and it's not convenient for me to talk about them on the phone."

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

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

Before that, she had never believed in miracles, and Garp didn't believe in miracles either. They, the middle class, were calmer than ordinary people, and they knew better that so-called miracles, which happen with a small probability, only happened when they were needed. will happen.

Most of the other times, miracles do not happen because they are controlled by humans.

Compared with miracles, they believe that hard work can get more rewards. This is also the standard for most middle-class people to work and live-they work harder than ordinary people.

At first glance, this statement seems a bit ridiculous. Isn’t the wealth of the middle class based on exploitation?

In fact, it is true to say so, but what they exploit is themselves, and what they oppress is also themselves.

When ordinary people are still in bed at 08:30 for the last few minutes of comfort, the middle class has already returned from exercise and has already driven out after breakfast and is about to arrive at the company.

While ordinary people are walking slowly, those middle-class people are running as fast as they are rushing to reincarnate.

While the average person is wasting their time, the middle-class elite are constantly draining their worth and depositing it in the bank.

So miracles will never happen, but Vera witnessed the birth of a miracle with her own eyes.

At this time last year, this young man had just established 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 doubled.

If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?
Looking at the big boy in front of her, Vera lost her mind for a short while, but soon she came back to her senses and brought Lynch into the house.

"Sit casually, what do you want 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.

Vera's attire at this time...is very ordinary. It may be that the pressure of life has restrained her beauty-loving nature. She is dressed in ordinary-looking home clothes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, covering her beautiful face.

She raised her hand and tied a strand of messy hair behind her ear, "How should I say...", she said and 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 remaining coffee on his lips was sucked 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, how much money we get back, after deducting the necessary expenses and the fees paid to the managers, the rest is pure profit, but sometimes our money is not right. superior."

"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. He made the plan, and these people just carried it out. They called Lynch before, and Lynch agreed to their budget.

In Lynch's view, the budget is enough for them to develop until the end, and they may have to add a little more at that time, but it is absolutely not that they will run out of money if they can't persist in the mid-term.

"How long has it been?"

Vera pursed her lips, "It's been about a month, and the problem... all lies in the capital."

It's hard for her to say, because Richard is in overall charge of the capital, and his ability is obvious to all, including Lynch.

He's a natural marketer, he's made for the money, and he's not an idiot, and Lynch trusts him not to screw things up too badly.

But it seems that there are some changes in the situation, which prevents him from staying in York State for a longer period of time.

"This is very important to me, I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out to hold Vera's hand, and looked into her eyes seriously, "You have helped me a lot, if not You, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest assured to do other things."

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

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "Don't tire yourself too much, you can give some things to those employees under you..."

It just so happened that at this time a little boy of a few years old came back from the outside holding the hand of a servant. As soon as the boy entered the room, the smile that was still on his face immediately faded after seeing Lynch, and then his head turned. Without going back, I went to the room on the second floor.

Vera looked back from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch apologetically, "I'm sorry, since Garp...you know, those policemen and detectives never respect them He is a criminal in his eyes, so he is a little afraid of strangers now."

During Garp's escape, the agents of the Bureau of Investigation monitored people related to him. This kind of surveillance can even be said to be harassment in a certain sense.

They will appear around the target at every turn, check their belongings, or ask some questions.

It is unbearable for adults to be harassed, let alone a child who is only a few years old. Under such pressure and stimulation, a cheerful child from a middle-class family background began to become autistic.

He began to be afraid of strangers, of contacting and communicating with people other than those he knew.

Children in the Commonwealth will always fall into a certain low ebb and negative emotions due to various external reasons, and it is difficult to extricate themselves, which is why there are more psychologists in the Commonwealth than in other countries.

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

Lynch felt that this was just getting used to it.

He was bidding farewell soon, and Vera didn't keep him, her current thoughts were mainly on the child.

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

Shortly after he answered the call and left the house, he was asked to speak.

The person who asked him out was Commissioner Johnson, the director of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau of the Federal Taxation Bureau. Lynch met this old man by the lake outside the city.

The old man was wearing an expedition hat and a pair of sunglasses, and was throwing some odds and ends towards the lake.

A lot of predatory fish gathered by the lake, and as Lynch's arrival disturbed the tranquility of the lake, those 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 in the few things that were already scarce, clapped his hands and stood up.

"You came very quickly..." He sighed with a melancholy expression.

Lynch didn't answer, just looked at him.

Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red, and he whispered, "I have encountered some troubles recently..."

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

Director Johnson was taken aback for a moment, he didn't seem to hear what Lynch said clearly, "What did you just say?"

"I told you how much you want!", Lynch said, took out the transfer check book from his pocket, unscrewed the cap of the pen, "5000 yuan, is it enough?", he wrote it down on the check a few numbers.

Director Johnson was a little annoyed, but he didn't say anything, just frowned.

Lynch added another sum, then signed and tore off the check, "Fifteen thousand, should be enough to deal with the difficulties you are facing, right?"

"I didn't mean that..." Director Johnson wanted to explain something, but finally 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 he quickly threw this thought 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.

Not to mention that Michael's wife is pregnant, and now she is showing pregnancy. A woman whose husband is in jail and whose wife suddenly becomes pregnant, no one would think such a thing is normal.

That woman had been cheating on her while her husband was in prison, and rumors spread throughout Michael's community in no time.

This kind of gossip hurts people a lot, not just to that poor woman, but to little Michael too.

In the past, even though Little Michael was not affectionate when he saw Director Johnson, at least he would not stare at him with a hateful look.

But since his mother became pregnant, he has experienced many things, and little Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realized who made his mother pregnant.

There is no doubt that it is Mr. Johnson who often comes to the house to take care of their mother and child.

It felt terrible, so Commissioner Johnson talked it over with the woman, and they were going to move out of where they were living, somewhere nobody knew about them, and put Michael Jr. in a private boarding school along the way.

This would avoid 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 power of God, and everything can be done.

The federation of the poor is hell, and poverty is the noose that the devil hangs around their necks. The more they struggle, the more desperate they become.

Only Lynch can solve these problems now, because Lynch is a rich man.

(End of this chapter)