blackstone code

Chapter 532 Moisturizing things without sound
It was his last hope that Mr. Jonathan finally met Lynch.

When he entered the room, he paid attention to the two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen it at some art exhibition, and the price of one of them exceeded 20 at that time.

But he just glanced at it, then looked away, now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.

He sat where Lynch had allowed him, legs together, as honestly as a Cub Scout at a campsite for the first time out of parental care, to be stared at by a group of older kids.

Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand, and then returned the card to Mr. Jonathan, "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui Bank, and we have cooperated in many fields. So, Mr. Jonathan, what is your purpose?"

Mr. Jonathan quickly expressed his thoughts, "I heard that Mr. Lynch bought some factories here in Sabine City?"

Lynch frowned, "Who did you listen to? It's not true." He shook his head, not joking at all.

This made Jonathan a little surprised. He didn't know how to answer these words. Could it be that the special agent from the bank lied to him?

Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "Although I have no plans to acquire the factory, I have such an idea and plan. You know, Nagalil has brought us a lot of profits. That is A market that is thriving."

"They will pay for the goods of the Federation. If you have a factory in your hand, don't rush to sell it. Wait a little longer, maybe there will be a turnaround!"

Lynch's words hit Mr. Jonathan's heart very accurately, didn't he fucking think so, but those damned vampire banks wanted to destroy him before dawn!

His expression was very complicated. On the one hand, he recognized Lynch as a "confidant", and on the other hand, he hated the bank very much.

"I think so too. Regardless of whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of funds have begun to flow to Nagalil. We don't discuss whether it will feed back our market. The growing market there will become the next explosive point."

"However, the bank has been rushing recently. They plan to auction off my property. I heard from my friend that you may be interested in some factories, so I took the liberty to visit."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I came to see you without figuring this out. I was too reckless. I am very ashamed now. Please allow me to leave..."

He was already desperate. If Lynch didn't buy his factory, the bank would auction it off at a low price. He knew the methods of the bankers too well, and he was once a beneficiary of this unspoken rule.

A house worth a few thousand dollars, a car worth a few hundred dollars, or a factory worth tens of thousands of dollars, as long as anyone who can participate in the pink cake auction, as long as they can photograph something, anything, can make money. Just how much.

He used to be a man with a knife and fork, but now he's a cake on a plate, he's screwed.

Lynch didn't let him leave immediately, "You seem to be in trouble...Mr. Jonathan." He recalled the name of Mr. Jonathan after a while. I don't know why the name of such a small person is so "cunning". People forget it unconsciously.

"Maybe I can give you some help, even some advice is good."

"When I was in Nagalil, I was very wary of their local clan power, and it also reminded me that if we unite people with a certain quality, our enemies will do the same. Fear us."

Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate. He was in a state of indifference now. When Lynch asked, he didn't care whether he said it or not.

"If I can't get together a sum of money to repay the bank's debt as soon as possible, they will auction off my factory. You know, the money is definitely not enough for me to pay the bank!", the palms of his hands were tightly bound by his legs. Between them, fingers kept stirring where people couldn't see, "I'm done, Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was sending him off, so he also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "What do you want, wine?"

Mr. Jonathan, who was about to refuse, was a little moved. He hasn't drunk for a long time, and the cheapest wine is not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help sliding twice. "Come some?"

Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Mr. Jonathan, "I understand what happened to you. To put it simply, the bank will sell your hopes, and then you will continue to bear huge debts." ,Is it right?"

Nodding his head, Mr. Jonathan held the glass in both hands and poured the wine down his throat impatiently. He suddenly coughed violently a few times. After apologizing, he felt much more comfortable.

Lynch brought him a bottle of wine and poured him some more, "The bank's behavior really makes people..." He shook his head, "Which bank do you owe money to?"

"Gold Exchange!"

At this time, Mr. Jonathan only wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This might be the last time he tasted such a delicious high-end wine in his life. He should drink more.

"Wait for me a moment!" Lynch said and stood up, "I have a good relationship with Jinhui's senior management, maybe I can help you find a way."

As he spoke, he stepped aside and started calling.

At first, Mr. Jonathan paid close attention to what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.

About ten minutes later, he was a little drunk, and Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head, "There is no good news."

Mr. Jonathan showed a wretched smile, "Thank you for doing this for me, this is already very touching, I will take care of the rest." He stood up as he said, "Thank you for the wine, Mr. Lynch, you are a good man!"

He said and walked outside, just when he was about to leave this room, when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly stopped him, "Maybe I can help you..."

Mr. Jonathan looked back at him, and he continued, "I can buy your business and give you enough money to pay off the bank loan..."

Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but you don't have to do this, it's not fair to you."

Lynch also stood up, holding his wine glass, "You need some patience, Jonathan, can I call you that?"

"Of course!"

"Listen, Jonathan, I'm also a businessman. I won't lose money. Even if I'm helping you, I won't let myself lose too much."

It may be that Lynch's sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possible solution, and he began to try his best to calm himself down.

"I have a proposal, how much money you owe the bank, I will buy your business with whatever money you owe, and I will give that part of the money directly to the bank, and you will lend me the extra part!"

Mr. Jonathan shook his head after listening, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help me pay off all the debts, I may not earn that much money in my life to pay back the money I owe you..."

Lynch raised his hand and stopped him, "This is the other part of what I want to say, we just talked about the development momentum of Nagalil..." Although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, he was still very conscious. He nodded, affirming the statement.

"Then I will lend you an extra sum of money. I believe that every successful person is not a fluke, and God will definitely support me to let you have another chance."

"I will give you a boat ticket and a loan, and then you go to Nagalil to develop. If you make money in the future, return all the money to me, how about it?"

"Not only will you have the opportunity to re-prove them wrong to all those who dismissed you as a hopeless failure and re-recognize how superficial they are, you'll also have the opportunity to prove to yourself that falling , you can still get up!"

"If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the stories between us will become legends."

"If you fail, at least we all tried hard, and you also said that your factory will definitely make money in the future, right?"

"Earn a little less money, get a friend, get a miracle, it's worth it!"

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Mr. Jonathan never thought he could cry, especially when he was an adult, he thought crying was a sign of weakness, but this time he did.

Tears gushed out of his lacrimal glands like a flood that burst a bank. He said that he drank too much and thought of his family members who had passed away. In fact, he was simply venting the emotions surging in his heart.

It's not sad, it's not surprise, it's just venting, pure venting.

The weather was pretty good in the morning, but he was kicked into the abyss by the special agent of the bank. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he slipped even deeper.

Just when he himself thought that he was hopeless, completely over, and completely "seeing away", Lynch stretched out his hand, a very important hand. Apart from crying, he could only use the simplest "thank you" Come to thank Lynch for everything he has done for him.

Lynch put his arms around Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying bitterly, while saying something full of longing for a better future.

After Mr. Jonathan's mood had calmed down, he expressed his sincerest gratitude.

After negotiating some details, Mr. Jonathan got up to leave. Lynch also kindly gave him some small change, 300 yuan, which was enough for him to buy a suitable set of clothes and rearrange himself.

After agreeing on the time to sign the contract, Lynch asked someone to send away the grateful Mr. Jonathan. Mr. Jonathan walked out of the house, suddenly felt that the world had become so bright, and there was no longer the darkness and despair before!

Standing outside Lynch's villa, he took a deep breath, and his ambition was rekindled!
At the same time, he also firmly believed in a statement.

Mr. Lynch, is a capitalist with a conscience!

(End of this chapter)