Chapter 14
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"That's right, we are civilized people!" Lynch stepped back and sorted his collar. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll leave. I still have a lot to do!"
Michael couldn't help but take another step forward and growled in a low voice, "this is between us. Don't mess with my family. You're breaking the rules!"
"Rules?", Lynch had some doubts on his face, "I'm not from your industry. I haven't dealt with you. Are you sure the rules you say are suitable for me?"
He said and smiled, "of course, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I can remember this without your reminding. If you have nothing else to say, I'll leave."
He looked at Michael. They looked at each other for about three or five seconds. Michael gave way. Lynch nodded slightly and passed him.
Looking at Lynch's back, Michael showed his ID card in his skirt, then fell down from the sidewalk and soon stopped in the parking space at the door of his house.
He quickly returned home and saw his wife watching the sitcom every afternoon. He quickly walked over and hugged his surprised wife, "didn't anything unusual happen just now?"
"I mean, no one knocked at the door, or no one invaded our yard?"
His wife is several years younger than him, which is why so many people want to enter the federal revenue service every year. They have the highest salary, the best welfare, the best working environment and treatment in the government system, and all kinds of unexpected benefits.
This also makes every staff member of the federal tax bureau a pastry in the marriage market. No matter they are men or women, they can find their favorite object.
Most men will choose younger women, three or five years or even ten years younger than themselves.
Michael's wife is six years younger than him. He has always cherished his wife.
"No, no one came. I sat here all afternoon and saw TV. If someone came, I would find out."
Coming in from the gate is facing the living room. If someone knocks on the door or enters the yard, you can see the intruder through the bright window on the wall. In the afternoon, she is very calm, so calm that she is about to fall asleep.
Michael sat on the sofa with his wife's shoulder around him. He didn't know how to talk about his business trip, let alone how to make her careful about Lynch who might appear again.
On the other side, after a few turns outside and buying some electrical supplies, Lynch returned to his temporary residence. He took out the key and was opening the door. The guy coming from behind suddenly approached him, and a sharp object hit his waist.
Then came the voice with a strong bad breath, "where's my money?"
Lynch's action just paused a little and continued to open the door. He pushed the door open and took a leg towards the inside. At the same time, he said, "if you don't want someone to play, you'd better come in with me. We can solve any problems through communication."
In this process of less than five seconds, Lynch has locked the identity of the guy behind him. Thanks to the accumulation of so many years in his last life, this body, which is only 20 years old, full of energy and still at its peak, gives him an unspeakable happy feeling that everything is under his control, He didn't feel his strength as clearly as now.
The man outside the door hesitated, but he still followed up. More than 2000 yuan was not a small sum of money for him. To his surprise, Lynch, a young man, was not afraid of the knife in his hand.
The room is not big. There is a bedroom connected to the door and an inner room for grooming. There is a faint smell of... Shit in the room. The newspaper head picked his eyebrows. He thought it would be cleaner here.
That night, Lynch came back and washed it for a long time to remove the feces and water that completely penetrated into his pants. However, the smell can not be dissipated until now. It has been washed many times and perfumed, but there is still some hidden smell.
"You and Michael are your own business and have nothing to do with me. Give me back my money!" the newspaper head compared the dagger in his hand and reiterated his point of view again.
After the newsboys returned, he took away the newspaper bags in the hands of the newsboys. As a result, he found that there was only about 2000 yuan, almost 26700 less. This money is not a small amount. In terms of his ability to make money by selling newspapers, it may be his income for several months.
He won't let the money disappear into his own world. He went to Michael. Michael said it had nothing to do with him. Now he can only come to Lynch. Maybe the young man can talk better.
"I just want my money back, you know, everything has nothing to do with me!"
Lynch simply cleaned up and sat on the bed. He tilted his legs and put his hands on his knees. He could see that the newspaper was very nervous. He was a little incoherent and kept emphasizing the dagger in his hand, but in fact, he might not be so terrible.
His eyes are erratic, his eyelashes tremble slightly, and the focus of his eyes is mostly on the ground between them. He is also afraid. This is the first time he has done such a thing, holding a dagger, standing on other people's territory and asking others to do something.
Lynch had seen his strengths and weaknesses. He smiled and said, "you know, even if I kill you now, the judge won't judge me because you broke into my room with a murder weapon."
The newspaper head suddenly raised his head and looked back at the door behind him. For a moment, an idea came into his mind. Lynch asked him to come into the room to talk, not to avoid being seen by others, but to plot against him.
He suddenly became more excited and more afraid, because he found that he had changed from hunter to prey, which made his breathing so fast that he felt suffocating.
He stepped back a few steps, raised his knife and looked ferocious. He wanted to come forward and give Lynch some color to see. For example, he cut his clothes, but he was afraid that Lynch had any late strike means. He was at a loss for a moment.
Watching this guy fall into a state that can't continue, Lin Qicai pointed to the chair beside him, "why don't we sit down and have a good talk? Violence can't solve any problems!"
He said it sincerely. Maybe he was moved by the sincerity. Maybe Lynch's calm attitude affected the newspaper. After thinking about it, the newspaper agreed with him and sat in a chair.
After he sat down, Lin Qicai asked, "in fact, my loss is much greater than yours. I lost 5000 yuan!". When he finished this sentence, there was an obvious expression of shock on the front page, as well as a hint of "so it is".
"Have you ever thought that maybe this is a game?" before the headlines react, Lynch continues to force him to ask, "I gave five thousand yuan to five children. They ordered it, and I ordered it in front of them. This money won't go wrong with me."
"After they left my room, did they go directly to you or somewhere else?"
"If they come directly to you, have you considered whether these newsboys are reliable?"
"If they go somewhere else, will someone other than you and me intervene in this matter?"
Lynch shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands with a regretful expression. "Michael told others that he didn't get anything from me, but I really lost five thousand dollars. I think the five thousand dollars are in his hand!"
These words soon made the less educated newspaper begin to think nonsense. In order to avoid exposing himself and being involved in the case, he did not appear near here at that time, but waited in a farther alley.
When the newsboys got the money, they didn't go back to him directly. Instead, they went to a room across the road to see Michael for about a minute or two.
If there is an accident with the money... It can only be Michael.
At this time, he had some faith in this. The newsboys he sent could be said to be the kind he trusted. At the same time, they talked about each other that they counted the money, and Lynch counted the money, and then wrapped up the money with his own eyes as before.
When he began to recall these things, Lynch added, "we are afraid of some people and dare not speak. I believe not only we dare not tell the truth, but also those children may not dare to tell the truth."
"You came to me with a knife. In fact, you found the wrong person. Ask the children again. Maybe you will find something new."
Illiterate people, it's good to cheat!
Lynch showed his loving and kind eyes again.
Explain some questions. A friend asked. Can't the newsboys find out that they can't deduct half of the money at once? I think this question should be asked to those who bought a pack of cigarettes 20 at the railway station, found 80, put it in their pocket and took it out to find that there are only thirty or forty people. Can't they find it?
I don't think it's a problem to give the plot a little smoothness and convenience while meeting the standard of not deliberately reducing the plot IQ.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
"That's right, we are civilized people!" Lynch stepped back and sorted his collar. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll leave. I still have a lot to do!"
Michael couldn't help but take another step forward and growled in a low voice, "this is between us. Don't mess with my family. You're breaking the rules!"
"Rules?", Lynch had some doubts on his face, "I'm not from your industry. I haven't dealt with you. Are you sure the rules you say are suitable for me?"
He said and smiled, "of course, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I can remember this without your reminding. If you have nothing else to say, I'll leave."
He looked at Michael. They looked at each other for about three or five seconds. Michael gave way. Lynch nodded slightly and passed him.
Looking at Lynch's back, Michael showed his ID card in his skirt, then fell down from the sidewalk and soon stopped in the parking space at the door of his house.
He quickly returned home and saw his wife watching the sitcom every afternoon. He quickly walked over and hugged his surprised wife, "didn't anything unusual happen just now?"
"I mean, no one knocked at the door, or no one invaded our yard?"
His wife is several years younger than him, which is why so many people want to enter the federal revenue service every year. They have the highest salary, the best welfare, the best working environment and treatment in the government system, and all kinds of unexpected benefits.
This also makes every staff member of the federal tax bureau a pastry in the marriage market. No matter they are men or women, they can find their favorite object.
Most men will choose younger women, three or five years or even ten years younger than themselves.
Michael's wife is six years younger than him. He has always cherished his wife.
"No, no one came. I sat here all afternoon and saw TV. If someone came, I would find out."
Coming in from the gate is facing the living room. If someone knocks on the door or enters the yard, you can see the intruder through the bright window on the wall. In the afternoon, she is very calm, so calm that she is about to fall asleep.
Michael sat on the sofa with his wife's shoulder around him. He didn't know how to talk about his business trip, let alone how to make her careful about Lynch who might appear again.
On the other side, after a few turns outside and buying some electrical supplies, Lynch returned to his temporary residence. He took out the key and was opening the door. The guy coming from behind suddenly approached him, and a sharp object hit his waist.
Then came the voice with a strong bad breath, "where's my money?"
Lynch's action just paused a little and continued to open the door. He pushed the door open and took a leg towards the inside. At the same time, he said, "if you don't want someone to play, you'd better come in with me. We can solve any problems through communication."
In this process of less than five seconds, Lynch has locked the identity of the guy behind him. Thanks to the accumulation of so many years in his last life, this body, which is only 20 years old, full of energy and still at its peak, gives him an unspeakable happy feeling that everything is under his control, He didn't feel his strength as clearly as now.
The man outside the door hesitated, but he still followed up. More than 2000 yuan was not a small sum of money for him. To his surprise, Lynch, a young man, was not afraid of the knife in his hand.
The room is not big. There is a bedroom connected to the door and an inner room for grooming. There is a faint smell of... Shit in the room. The newspaper head picked his eyebrows. He thought it would be cleaner here.
That night, Lynch came back and washed it for a long time to remove the feces and water that completely penetrated into his pants. However, the smell can not be dissipated until now. It has been washed many times and perfumed, but there is still some hidden smell.
"You and Michael are your own business and have nothing to do with me. Give me back my money!" the newspaper head compared the dagger in his hand and reiterated his point of view again.
After the newsboys returned, he took away the newspaper bags in the hands of the newsboys. As a result, he found that there was only about 2000 yuan, almost 26700 less. This money is not a small amount. In terms of his ability to make money by selling newspapers, it may be his income for several months.
He won't let the money disappear into his own world. He went to Michael. Michael said it had nothing to do with him. Now he can only come to Lynch. Maybe the young man can talk better.
"I just want my money back, you know, everything has nothing to do with me!"
Lynch simply cleaned up and sat on the bed. He tilted his legs and put his hands on his knees. He could see that the newspaper was very nervous. He was a little incoherent and kept emphasizing the dagger in his hand, but in fact, he might not be so terrible.
His eyes are erratic, his eyelashes tremble slightly, and the focus of his eyes is mostly on the ground between them. He is also afraid. This is the first time he has done such a thing, holding a dagger, standing on other people's territory and asking others to do something.
Lynch had seen his strengths and weaknesses. He smiled and said, "you know, even if I kill you now, the judge won't judge me because you broke into my room with a murder weapon."
The newspaper head suddenly raised his head and looked back at the door behind him. For a moment, an idea came into his mind. Lynch asked him to come into the room to talk, not to avoid being seen by others, but to plot against him.
He suddenly became more excited and more afraid, because he found that he had changed from hunter to prey, which made his breathing so fast that he felt suffocating.
He stepped back a few steps, raised his knife and looked ferocious. He wanted to come forward and give Lynch some color to see. For example, he cut his clothes, but he was afraid that Lynch had any late strike means. He was at a loss for a moment.
Watching this guy fall into a state that can't continue, Lin Qicai pointed to the chair beside him, "why don't we sit down and have a good talk? Violence can't solve any problems!"
He said it sincerely. Maybe he was moved by the sincerity. Maybe Lynch's calm attitude affected the newspaper. After thinking about it, the newspaper agreed with him and sat in a chair.
After he sat down, Lin Qicai asked, "in fact, my loss is much greater than yours. I lost 5000 yuan!". When he finished this sentence, there was an obvious expression of shock on the front page, as well as a hint of "so it is".
"Have you ever thought that maybe this is a game?" before the headlines react, Lynch continues to force him to ask, "I gave five thousand yuan to five children. They ordered it, and I ordered it in front of them. This money won't go wrong with me."
"After they left my room, did they go directly to you or somewhere else?"
"If they come directly to you, have you considered whether these newsboys are reliable?"
"If they go somewhere else, will someone other than you and me intervene in this matter?"
Lynch shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands with a regretful expression. "Michael told others that he didn't get anything from me, but I really lost five thousand dollars. I think the five thousand dollars are in his hand!"
These words soon made the less educated newspaper begin to think nonsense. In order to avoid exposing himself and being involved in the case, he did not appear near here at that time, but waited in a farther alley.
When the newsboys got the money, they didn't go back to him directly. Instead, they went to a room across the road to see Michael for about a minute or two.
If there is an accident with the money... It can only be Michael.
At this time, he had some faith in this. The newsboys he sent could be said to be the kind he trusted. At the same time, they talked about each other that they counted the money, and Lynch counted the money, and then wrapped up the money with his own eyes as before.
When he began to recall these things, Lynch added, "we are afraid of some people and dare not speak. I believe not only we dare not tell the truth, but also those children may not dare to tell the truth."
"You came to me with a knife. In fact, you found the wrong person. Ask the children again. Maybe you will find something new."
Illiterate people, it's good to cheat!
Lynch showed his loving and kind eyes again.
Explain some questions. A friend asked. Can't the newsboys find out that they can't deduct half of the money at once? I think this question should be asked to those who bought a pack of cigarettes 20 at the railway station, found 80, put it in their pocket and took it out to find that there are only thirty or forty people. Can't they find it?
I don't think it's a problem to give the plot a little smoothness and convenience while meeting the standard of not deliberately reducing the plot IQ.
"That's right, we are civilized people!" Lynch stepped back and sorted his collar. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll leave. I still have a lot to do!"Michael couldn't help but take another step forward and growled in a low voice, "this is between us. Don't mess with my family. You're breaking the rules!""Rules?", Lynch had some doubts on his face, "I'm not from your industry. I haven't dealt with you. Are you sure the rules you say are suitable for me?"He said and smiled, "of course, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I can remember this without your reminding. If you have nothing else to say, I'll leave."He looked at Michael. They looked at each other for about three or five seconds. Michael gave way. Lynch nodded slightly and passed him.Looking at Lynch's back, Michael showed his ID card in his skirt, then fell down from the sidewalk and soon stopped in the parking space at the door of his house.He quickly returned home and saw his wife watching the sitcom every afternoon. He quickly walked over and hugged his surprised wife, "didn't anything unusual happen just now?""I mean, no one knocked at the door, or no one invaded our yard?"His wife is several years younger than him, which is why so many people want to enter the federal revenue service every year. They have the highest salary, the best welfare, the best working environment and treatment in the government system, and all kinds of unexpected benefits.This also makes every staff member of the federal tax bureau a pastry in the marriage market. No matter they are men or women, they can find their favorite object.Most men will choose younger women, three or five years or even ten years younger than themselves.Michael's wife is six years younger than him. He has always cherished his wife."No, no one came. I sat here all afternoon and saw TV. If someone came, I would find out."Coming in from the gate is facing the living room. If someone knocks on the door or enters the yard, you can see the intruder through the bright window on the wall. In the afternoon, she is very calm, so calm that she is about to fall asleep.Michael sat on the sofa with his wife's shoulder around him. He didn't know how to talk about his business trip, let alone how to make her careful about Lynch who might appear again.On the other side, after a few turns outside and buying some electrical supplies, Lynch returned to his temporary residence. He took out the key and was opening the door. The guy coming from behind suddenly approached him, and a sharp object hit his waist.Then came the voice with a strong bad breath, "where's my money?"Lynch's action just paused a little and continued to open the door. He pushed the door open and took a leg towards the inside. At the same time, he said, "if you don't want someone to play, you'd better come in with me. We can solve any problems through communication."In this process of less than five seconds, Lynch has locked the identity of the guy behind him. Thanks to the accumulation of so many years in his last life, this body, which is only 20 years old, full of energy and still at its peak, gives him an unspeakable happy feeling that everything is under his control, He didn't feel his strength as clearly as now.The man outside the door hesitated, but he still followed up. More than 2000 yuan was not a small sum of money for him. To his surprise, Lynch, a young man, was not afraid of the knife in his hand.The room is not big. There is a bedroom connected to the door and an inner room for grooming. There is a faint smell of... Shit in the room. The newspaper head picked his eyebrows. He thought it would be cleaner here.That night, Lynch came back and washed it for a long time to remove the feces and water that completely penetrated into his pants. However, the smell can not be dissipated until now. It has been washed many times and perfumed, but there is still some hidden smell."You and Michael are your own business and have nothing to do with me. Give me back my money!" the newspaper head compared the dagger in his hand and reiterated his point of view again.After the newsboys returned, he took away the newspaper bags in the hands of the newsboys. As a result, he found that there was only about 2000 yuan, almost 26700 less. This money is not a small amount. In terms of his ability to make money by selling newspapers, it may be his income for several months.He won't let the money disappear into his own world. He went to Michael. Michael said it had nothing to do with him. Now he can only come to Lynch. Maybe the young man can talk better."I just want my money back, you know, everything has nothing to do with me!"Lynch simply cleaned up and sat on the bed. He tilted his legs and put his hands on his knees. He could see that the newspaper was very nervous. He was a little incoherent and kept emphasizing the dagger in his hand, but in fact, he might not be so terrible.His eyes are erratic, his eyelashes tremble slightly, and the focus of his eyes is mostly on the ground between them. He is also afraid. This is the first time he has done such a thing, holding a dagger, standing on other people's territory and asking others to do something.Lynch had seen his strengths and weaknesses. He smiled and said, "you know, even if I kill you now, the judge won't judge me because you broke into my room with a murder weapon."The newspaper head suddenly raised his head and looked back at the door behind him. For a moment, an idea came into his mind. Lynch asked him to come into the room to talk, not to avoid being seen by others, but to plot against him.He suddenly became more excited and more afraid, because he found that he had changed from hunter to prey, which made his breathing so fast that he felt suffocating.He stepped back a few steps, raised his knife and looked ferocious. He wanted to come forward and give Lynch some color to see. For example, he cut his clothes, but he was afraid that Lynch had any late strike means. He was at a loss for a moment.Watching this guy fall into a state that can't continue, Lin Qicai pointed to the chair beside him, "why don't we sit down and have a good talk? Violence can't solve any problems!"He said it sincerely. Maybe he was moved by the sincerity. Maybe Lynch's calm attitude affected the newspaper. After thinking about it, the newspaper agreed with him and sat in a chair.After he sat down, Lin Qicai asked, "in fact, my loss is much greater than yours. I lost 5000 yuan!". When he finished this sentence, there was an obvious expression of shock on the front page, as well as a hint of "so it is"."Have you ever thought that maybe this is a game?" before the headlines react, Lynch continues to force him to ask, "I gave five thousand yuan to five children. They ordered it, and I ordered it in front of them. This money won't go wrong with me.""After they left my room, did they go directly to you or somewhere else?""If they come directly to you, have you considered whether these newsboys are reliable?""If they go somewhere else, will someone other than you and me intervene in this matter?"Lynch shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands with a regretful expression. "Michael told others that he didn't get anything from me, but I really lost five thousand dollars. I think the five thousand dollars are in his hand!"These words soon made the less educated newspaper begin to think nonsense. In order to avoid exposing himself and being involved in the case, he did not appear near here at that time, but waited in a farther alley.When the newsboys got the money, they didn't go back to him directly. Instead, they went to a room across the road to see Michael for about a minute or two.If there is an accident with the money... It can only be Michael.At this time, he had some faith in this. The newsboys he sent could be said to be the kind he trusted. At the same time, they talked about each other that they counted the money, and Lynch counted the money, and then wrapped up the money with his own eyes as before.When he began to recall these things, Lynch added, "we are afraid of some people and dare not speak. I believe not only we dare not tell the truth, but also those children may not dare to tell the truth.""You came to me with a knife. In fact, you found the wrong person. Ask the children again. Maybe you will find something new."Illiterate people, it's good to cheat!Lynch showed his loving and kind eyes again.Explain some questions. A friend asked. Can't the newsboys find out that they can't deduct half of the money at once? I think this question should be asked to those who bought a pack of cigarettes 20 at the railway station, found 80, put it in their pocket and took it out to find that there are only thirty or forty people. Can't they find it?I don't think it's a problem to give the plot a little smoothness and convenience while meeting the standard of not deliberately reducing the plot IQ.
