Chapter 400
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After a day's selection, Lynch assigned different jobs to the boys in the club. In the afternoon, Vera contacted him and hoped to talk to him.
He asked the driver to drive to Vera's house. Vera stood at the door. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Lynch asked the driver to wait by the roadside. He came straight over.
"I must have disrupted your schedule..." Vera smiled when she approached before entering the door. "But these things are very important. It's not convenient for me to say them on the phone."
She looked through the space next to Lynch's shoulder and saw several agents get out of another car and walk around.
Sometimes Vera is very emotional, especially when she sees Lynch's handsome face on TV.
Before that, she didn't believe in miracles, and gap didn't believe in miracles. They, the middle class, were more calm than ordinary people, and knew better that the so-called miracle, a small probability, would happen only when it was needed to happen.
Most of the time, miracles don't happen, because miracles are artificially controlled.
Compared with miracles, they believe that hard work can get more returns. This is also the standard for most middle-class people to treat work and life - they work harder than ordinary people.
At first glance, this statement seems a little funny. Isn't the wealth of the middle class based on exploitation?
In fact, that's right, but they exploit themselves and oppress themselves.
When ordinary people are still in bed at 8:30 and can't afford to stay in bed for the comfort of the last few minutes, the middle class has come back from exercise, has eaten breakfast, has driven out and is about to arrive at the company.
In the process of ordinary people walking slowly, those middle classes run as fast as they rush to reincarnation.
While ordinary people waste their time, the elite of the middle class are constantly squeezing out their value and depositing it in the bank.
So miracles will not be born, but Vera witnessed the birth of a miracle.
At this time last year, the young man only 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 increased.
If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?
Looking at the big boy in front of her, Vera had such a short absence, but she soon recovered and introduced Lynch to her home.
"Just sit down and have a drink?" she went to the bar and looked at Lynch. Lynch ordered coffee and soon two cups of delicious coffee were brought over.
Vera's dress at this time... Is very ordinary. It may be that the pressure of life has restrained her beauty loving nature. She looks ordinary home clothes and black framed glasses, which block her beautiful face.
She raised her hand, pulled up a wisp of messy hair and pinned it behind her ear. "What should I say..." she said and shook her head. "Some accounts of the company recently don't seem to be right."
Lynch, who was drinking coffee, frowned slightly. He put down his coffee and sipped his lips. The residual coffee on his lips was inhaled into his mouth along the lip lines. He asked softly, "what's wrong?"
"At present, the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods. How much is our cost and how much is our return? After removing the necessary expenses and expenses paid to managers, the rest is net profit, but sometimes our money is not right."
"In addition to this problem, we took a piece of land to build a second-hand commodity trading area in the capital. Now the actual expenditure has exceeded the initial budget..."
Lynch knew about the land acquisition. He made the plan. These people just went to implement it. Before, they called Lynch and Lynch agreed to their budget.
In Lynch's view, the budget is enough for them to develop until the end of the period. At that time, they may have to add a little more, but it will never be said that they will run out of money if they can't persist in the medium term.
"How long has it been?"
Vera pursed her lips. "About a month, and the problem... Lies in the capital."
It's hard for her to say, because Richard is fully responsible in the capital, and his ability is obvious to all, including Lynch.
He is a natural marketing expert and lives for money. At the same time, he is not a fool. Lynch believes he won't make things too bad.
But there seems to be some change in the situation, which prevents him from staying longer in York.
"This is very important to me. I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out and took Vera's hand and looked into her eyes very seriously. "You helped me a lot. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do other things at ease."
Vera wanted to smoke, but in the end she didn't do that. "This is what I should do. After all, you are my boss."
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "don't be too tired. You can give some things to your employees..."
It happened that at this time, an 11-year-old girl came back from the outside holding the hand of a servant. As soon as the girl entered the room, there were still some smiles on her face. After seeing Lynch, she immediately converged, and then went to the room on the second floor without looking back.
Vera's eyes retracted from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch with some apology. "Sorry, since gap... You know, those police and agents never respect criminals in their eyes, so she's a little afraid of strangers now."
During gap's escape, FBI agents monitored people associated with him, which can even be said to be harassment in a sense.
They often appear around surveillance targets, check their belongings, or ask questions.
Adults can't bear to be harassed, let alone an 11-year-old child. Under such pressure and stimulation, a girl with a cheerful middle-class family background began to become autistic.
She began to fear strangers and contact and communicate with people other than those she knew.
Federal children always fall into a certain low tide and negative mood for various external reasons, which is why there are more federal psychologists than psychologists in other countries.
In fact, sometimes people are really strange. For example, gavra, their civilization is not worse than that of the Federation, but people's bearing capacity under their social mechanism is stronger than that of the Federation advocating freedom. This is actually very funny.
Lynch felt that this was customary.
He was leaving soon, and Vera didn't ask him to stay. Now her mind is mainly on the child.
At this time, it was getting late. He asked someone to book a ticket to York state capital tomorrow and returned home. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.
After he answered the phone, he quickly left the house and was asked to talk to him.
The person who asked about him was director Johnson, director of the Saibin Tax Branch of the federal revenue service. Lynch met the old man by the lake outside the city.
The old man was wearing an adventure hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was throwing some bits and pieces towards the lake.
There are many fish grabbing food by the lake. With the arrival of Lynch, the calm of the lake is disturbed. Those fish grabbing food quickly make a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.
Looking at the fish that slipped away in an instant, director Johnson threw in the few things, clapped his hands and stood up.
"You came very soon..." he sighed with a melancholy expression.
Lynch didn't answer, just looked at him.
Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red. He whispered, "I've been in some trouble recently..."
Before he finished, Lynch interrupted him, "how much do you want?"
Director Johnson was stunned. He didn't seem to hear what Lynch said clearly. "What did you say just now?"
"I say how much you want!" said Lynch. He took out the transfer cheque book from his pocket and unscrewed the pen cap. "Five thousand dollars, is that enough?" he brushed down a few numbers on the cheque.
Director Johnson was a little embarrassed, but he had nothing but a frown.
Lynch added another pen, then signed and tore off the check. "Fifteen thousand should be enough to deal with the difficulties you face?"
"I don't mean that..." director Johnson wanted to explain something, but finally took the check.
He felt that he was losing more and more dignity in front of Lynch. He even sometimes wondered whether this was Lynch's trap, but soon this idea was thrown out of his mind.
Even if this is Lynch's trap, if he doesn't make some mistakes, he won't have today's situation.
Michael's wife is pregnant, but now she is pregnant. A woman's husband is in prison and his wife suddenly has a big stomach. No one will think it's normal.
The story that the woman cheated while her husband was in prison spread all over Michael's community in an instant.
Such gossip did great harm to people, not only to the poor woman, but also to little Michael.
In the past, when little Michael saw director Johnson, even if he was not affectionate, he would not stare at him with hate.
But since his mother became pregnant, he has experienced a lot of things. Little Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realized who made his mother have a big stomach.
There is no doubt that it is Mr. Johnson who often comes home to take care of their mother and son.
It felt terrible, so director Johnson discussed with the woman. They planned to move away from where they currently lived, move to a place where no one knew them, and arrange little Michael to go to a boarding private school.
In this way, we can avoid some unpleasant friction between little Michael and him and his mother.
Good idea, but no money.
The union of the rich is heaven, money comes from the divine power of God, and everything can be done.
The Federation of the poor is hell, and poverty is the noose that the devil holds around their neck. The more they struggle, the more desperate they become.
Now only Lynch can solve these problems, because Lynch is a rich man.
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After a day's selection, Lynch assigned different jobs to the boys in the club. In the afternoon, Vera contacted him and hoped to talk to him.
He asked the driver to drive to Vera's house. Vera stood at the door. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Lynch asked the driver to wait by the roadside. He came straight over.
"I must have disrupted your schedule..." Vera smiled when she approached before entering the door. "But these things are very important. It's not convenient for me to say them on the phone."
She looked through the space next to Lynch's shoulder and saw several agents get out of another car and walk around.
Sometimes Vera is very emotional, especially when she sees Lynch's handsome face on TV.
Before that, she didn't believe in miracles, and gap didn't believe in miracles. They, the middle class, were more calm than ordinary people, and knew better that the so-called miracle, a small probability, would happen only when it was needed to happen.
Most of the time, miracles don't happen, because miracles are artificially controlled.
Compared with miracles, they believe that hard work can get more returns. This is also the standard for most middle-class people to treat work and life - they work harder than ordinary people.
At first glance, this statement seems a little funny. Isn't the wealth of the middle class based on exploitation?
In fact, that's right, but they exploit themselves and oppress themselves.
When ordinary people are still in bed at 8:30 and can't afford to stay in bed for the comfort of the last few minutes, the middle class has come back from exercise, has eaten breakfast, has driven out and is about to arrive at the company.
In the process of ordinary people walking slowly, those middle classes run as fast as they rush to reincarnation.
While ordinary people waste their time, the elite of the middle class are constantly squeezing out their value and depositing it in the bank.
So miracles will not be born, but Vera witnessed the birth of a miracle.
At this time last year, the young man only 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 increased.
If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?
Looking at the big boy in front of her, Vera had such a short absence, but she soon recovered and introduced Lynch to her home.
"Just sit down and have a drink?" she went to the bar and looked at Lynch. Lynch ordered coffee and soon two cups of delicious coffee were brought over.
Vera's dress at this time... Is very ordinary. It may be that the pressure of life has restrained her beauty loving nature. She looks ordinary home clothes and black framed glasses, which block her beautiful face.
She raised her hand, pulled up a wisp of messy hair and pinned it behind her ear. "What should I say..." she said and shook her head. "Some accounts of the company recently don't seem to be right."
Lynch, who was drinking coffee, frowned slightly. He put down his coffee and sipped his lips. The residual coffee on his lips was inhaled into his mouth along the lip lines. He asked softly, "what's wrong?"
"At present, the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods. How much is our cost and how much is our return? After removing the necessary expenses and expenses paid to managers, the rest is net profit, but sometimes our money is not right."
"In addition to this problem, we took a piece of land to build a second-hand commodity trading area in the capital. Now the actual expenditure has exceeded the initial budget..."
Lynch knew about the land acquisition. He made the plan. These people just went to implement it. Before, they called Lynch and Lynch agreed to their budget.
In Lynch's view, the budget is enough for them to develop until the end of the period. At that time, they may have to add a little more, but it will never be said that they will run out of money if they can't persist in the medium term.
"How long has it been?"
Vera pursed her lips. "About a month, and the problem... Lies in the capital."
It's hard for her to say, because Richard is fully responsible in the capital, and his ability is obvious to all, including Lynch.
He is a natural marketing expert and lives for money. At the same time, he is not a fool. Lynch believes he won't make things too bad.
But there seems to be some change in the situation, which prevents him from staying longer in York.
"This is very important to me. I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out and took Vera's hand and looked into her eyes very seriously. "You helped me a lot. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do other things at ease."
Vera wanted to smoke, but in the end she didn't do that. "This is what I should do. After all, you are my boss."
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "don't be too tired. You can give some things to your employees..."
It happened that at this time, an 11-year-old girl came back from the outside holding the hand of a servant. As soon as the girl entered the room, there were still some smiles on her face. After seeing Lynch, she immediately converged, and then went to the room on the second floor without looking back.
Vera's eyes retracted from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch with some apology. "Sorry, since gap... You know, those police and agents never respect criminals in their eyes, so she's a little afraid of strangers now."
During gap's escape, FBI agents monitored people associated with him, which can even be said to be harassment in a sense.
They often appear around surveillance targets, check their belongings, or ask questions.
Adults can't bear to be harassed, let alone an 11-year-old child. Under such pressure and stimulation, a girl with a cheerful middle-class family background began to become autistic.
She began to fear strangers and contact and communicate with people other than those she knew.
Federal children always fall into a certain low tide and negative mood for various external reasons, which is why there are more federal psychologists than psychologists in other countries.
In fact, sometimes people are really strange. For example, gavra, their civilization is not worse than that of the Federation, but people's bearing capacity under their social mechanism is stronger than that of the Federation advocating freedom. This is actually very funny.
Lynch felt that this was customary.
He was leaving soon, and Vera didn't ask him to stay. Now her mind is mainly on the child.
At this time, it was getting late. He asked someone to book a ticket to York state capital tomorrow and returned home. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.
After he answered the phone, he quickly left the house and was asked to talk to him.
The person who asked about him was director Johnson, director of the Saibin Tax Branch of the federal revenue service. Lynch met the old man by the lake outside the city.
The old man was wearing an adventure hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was throwing some bits and pieces towards the lake.
There are many fish grabbing food by the lake. With the arrival of Lynch, the calm of the lake is disturbed. Those fish grabbing food quickly make a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.
Looking at the fish that slipped away in an instant, director Johnson threw in the few things, clapped his hands and stood up.
"You came very soon..." he sighed with a melancholy expression.
Lynch didn't answer, just looked at him.
Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red. He whispered, "I've been in some trouble recently..."
Before he finished, Lynch interrupted him, "how much do you want?"
Director Johnson was stunned. He didn't seem to hear what Lynch said clearly. "What did you say just now?"
"I say how much you want!" said Lynch. He took out the transfer cheque book from his pocket and unscrewed the pen cap. "Five thousand dollars, is that enough?" he brushed down a few numbers on the cheque.
Director Johnson was a little embarrassed, but he had nothing but a frown.
Lynch added another pen, then signed and tore off the check. "Fifteen thousand should be enough to deal with the difficulties you face?"
"I don't mean that..." director Johnson wanted to explain something, but finally took the check.
He felt that he was losing more and more dignity in front of Lynch. He even sometimes wondered whether this was Lynch's trap, but soon this idea was thrown out of his mind.
Even if this is Lynch's trap, if he doesn't make some mistakes, he won't have today's situation.
Michael's wife is pregnant, but now she is pregnant. A woman's husband is in prison and his wife suddenly has a big stomach. No one will think it's normal.
The story that the woman cheated while her husband was in prison spread all over Michael's community in an instant.
Such gossip did great harm to people, not only to the poor woman, but also to little Michael.
In the past, when little Michael saw director Johnson, even if he was not affectionate, he would not stare at him with hate.
But since his mother became pregnant, he has experienced a lot of things. Little Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realized who made his mother have a big stomach.
There is no doubt that it is Mr. Johnson who often comes home to take care of their mother and son.
It felt terrible, so director Johnson discussed with the woman. They planned to move away from where they currently lived, move to a place where no one knew them, and arrange little Michael to go to a boarding private school.
In this way, we can avoid some unpleasant friction between little Michael and him and his mother.
Good idea, but no money.
The union of the rich is heaven, money comes from the divine power of God, and everything can be done.
The Federation of the poor is hell, and poverty is the noose that the devil holds around their neck. The more they struggle, the more desperate they become.
Now only Lynch can solve these problems, because Lynch is a rich man.
After a day's selection, Lynch assigned different jobs to the boys in the club. In the afternoon, Vera contacted him and hoped to talk to him.He asked the driver to drive to Vera's house. Vera stood at the door. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Lynch asked the driver to wait by the roadside. He came straight over."I must have disrupted your schedule..." Vera smiled when she approached before entering the door. "But these things are very important. It's not convenient for me to say them on the phone."She looked through the space next to Lynch's shoulder and saw several agents get out of another car and walk around.Sometimes Vera is very emotional, especially when she sees Lynch's handsome face on TV.Before that, she didn't believe in miracles, and gap didn't believe in miracles. They, the middle class, were more calm than ordinary people, and knew better that the so-called miracle, a small probability, would happen only when it was needed to happen.Most of the time, miracles don't happen, because miracles are artificially controlled.Compared with miracles, they believe that hard work can get more returns. This is also the standard for most middle-class people to treat work and life - they work harder than ordinary people.At first glance, this statement seems a little funny. Isn't the wealth of the middle class based on exploitation?In fact, that's right, but they exploit themselves and oppress themselves.When ordinary people are still in bed at 8:30 and can't afford to stay in bed for the comfort of the last few minutes, the middle class has come back from exercise, has eaten breakfast, has driven out and is about to arrive at the company.In the process of ordinary people walking slowly, those middle classes run as fast as they rush to reincarnation.While ordinary people waste their time, the elite of the middle class are constantly squeezing out their value and depositing it in the bank.So miracles will not be born, but Vera witnessed the birth of a miracle.At this time last year, the young man only 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 increased.If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?Looking at the big boy in front of her, Vera had such a short absence, but she soon recovered and introduced Lynch to her home."Just sit down and have a drink?" she went to the bar and looked at Lynch. Lynch ordered coffee and soon two cups of delicious coffee were brought over.Vera's dress at this time... Is very ordinary. It may be that the pressure of life has restrained her beauty loving nature. She looks ordinary home clothes and black framed glasses, which block her beautiful face.She raised her hand, pulled up a wisp of messy hair and pinned it behind her ear. "What should I say..." she said and shook her head. "Some accounts of the company recently don't seem to be right."Lynch, who was drinking coffee, frowned slightly. He put down his coffee and sipped his lips. The residual coffee on his lips was inhaled into his mouth along the lip lines. He asked softly, "what's wrong?""At present, the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods. How much is our cost and how much is our return? After removing the necessary expenses and expenses paid to managers, the rest is net profit, but sometimes our money is not right.""In addition to this problem, we took a piece of land to build a second-hand commodity trading area in the capital. Now the actual expenditure has exceeded the initial budget..."Lynch knew about the land acquisition. He made the plan. These people just went to implement it. Before, they called Lynch and Lynch agreed to their budget.In Lynch's view, the budget is enough for them to develop until the end of the period. At that time, they may have to add a little more, but it will never be said that they will run out of money if they can't persist in the medium term."How long has it been?"Vera pursed her lips. "About a month, and the problem... Lies in the capital."It's hard for her to say, because Richard is fully responsible in the capital, and his ability is obvious to all, including Lynch.He is a natural marketing expert and lives for money. At the same time, he is not a fool. Lynch believes he won't make things too bad.But there seems to be some change in the situation, which prevents him from staying longer in York."This is very important to me. I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out and took Vera's hand and looked into her eyes very seriously. "You helped me a lot. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do other things at ease."Vera wanted to smoke, but in the end she didn't do that. "This is what I should do. After all, you are my boss."Lynch nodded noncommittally, "don't be too tired. You can give some things to your employees..."It happened that at this time, an 11-year-old girl came back from the outside holding the hand of a servant. As soon as the girl entered the room, there were still some smiles on her face. After seeing Lynch, she immediately converged, and then went to the room on the second floor without looking back.Vera's eyes retracted from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch with some apology. "Sorry, since gap... You know, those police and agents never respect criminals in their eyes, so she's a little afraid of strangers now."During gap's escape, FBI agents monitored people associated with him, which can even be said to be harassment in a sense.They often appear around surveillance targets, check their belongings, or ask questions.Adults can't bear to be harassed, let alone an 11-year-old child. Under such pressure and stimulation, a girl with a cheerful middle-class family background began to become autistic.She began to fear strangers and contact and communicate with people other than those she knew.Federal children always fall into a certain low tide and negative mood for various external reasons, which is why there are more federal psychologists than psychologists in other countries.In fact, sometimes people are really strange. For example, gavra, their civilization is not worse than that of the Federation, but people's bearing capacity under their social mechanism is stronger than that of the Federation advocating freedom. This is actually very funny.Lynch felt that this was customary.He was leaving soon, and Vera didn't ask him to stay. Now her mind is mainly on the child.At this time, it was getting late. He asked someone to book a ticket to York state capital tomorrow and returned home. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.After he answered the phone, he quickly left the house and was asked to talk to him.The person who asked about him was director Johnson, director of the Saibin Tax Branch of the federal revenue service. Lynch met the old man by the lake outside the city.The old man was wearing an adventure hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was throwing some bits and pieces towards the lake.There are many fish grabbing food by the lake. With the arrival of Lynch, the calm of the lake is disturbed. Those fish grabbing food quickly make a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.Looking at the fish that slipped away in an instant, director Johnson threw in the few things, clapped his hands and stood up."You came very soon..." he sighed with a melancholy expression.Lynch didn't answer, just looked at him.Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red. He whispered, "I've been in some trouble recently..."Before he finished, Lynch interrupted him, "how much do you want?"Director Johnson was stunned. He didn't seem to hear what Lynch said clearly. "What did you say just now?""I say how much you want!" said Lynch. He took out the transfer cheque book from his pocket and unscrewed the pen cap. "Five thousand dollars, is that enough?" he brushed down a few numbers on the cheque.Director Johnson was a little embarrassed, but he had nothing but a frown.Lynch added another pen, then signed and tore off the check. "Fifteen thousand should be enough to deal with the difficulties you face?""I don't mean that..." director Johnson wanted to explain something, but finally took the check.He felt that he was losing more and more dignity in front of Lynch. He even sometimes wondered whether this was Lynch's trap, but soon this idea was thrown out of his mind.Even if this is Lynch's trap, if he doesn't make some mistakes, he won't have today's situation.Michael's wife is pregnant, but now she is pregnant. A woman's husband is in prison and his wife suddenly has a big stomach. No one will think it's normal.The story that the woman cheated while her husband was in prison spread all over Michael's community in an instant.Such gossip did great harm to people, not only to the poor woman, but also to little Michael.In the past, when little Michael saw director Johnson, even if he was not affectionate, he would not stare at him with hate.But since his mother became pregnant, he has experienced a lot of things. Little Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realized who made his mother have a big stomach.There is no doubt that it is Mr. Johnson who often comes home to take care of their mother and son.It felt terrible, so director Johnson discussed with the woman. They planned to move away from where they currently lived, move to a place where no one knew them, and arrange little Michael to go to a boarding private school.In this way, we can avoid some unpleasant friction between little Michael and him and his mother.Good idea, but no money.The union of the rich is heaven, money comes from the divine power of God, and everything can be done.The Federation of the poor is hell, and poverty is the noose that the devil holds around their neck. The more they struggle, the more desperate they become.Now only Lynch can solve these problems, because Lynch is a rich man.
