Chapter 532
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Mr. Jonathan finally met Lynch, which was his last hope.
When he entered the room, he noticed two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen them at some art exhibition. One of them cost more than 200000 at that time.
But he just took a look and took back his eyes. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.
He sat where Lynch allowed him to sit, his legs together, as honest as a boy scout who left his parents' care for the first time and appeared in the camp and was stared at by a group of older children.
Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand and then returned it to Mr. Jonathan. "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui bank and have cooperation in many fields. What's your intention, Mr. Jonathan?"
Mr. Jonathan quickly said his idea, "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you bought some factories here in Saibin?"
Lynch frowned. "Who did you hear? It's not true." he shook his head without the slightest hint of joke.
This surprised Jonathan. He didn't know how to answer these words. Did the special agent of the bank deceive him?
Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "although I have no plan to buy the factory at present, I have such ideas and plans. You know, nagariel has brought us a lot of profits. It is a thriving market."
"They will pay for federal goods. If you have a factory in your hand, you might as well not rush to sell it. Wait a little longer, there may be a turnaround!"
Lynch's words hit Mr. Jonathan's heart very accurately. Doesn't he fucking think so, but those damn vampire banks want to destroy him before dawn!
His expression is very complex. On the one hand, he agrees with Lynch as a "confidant" and on the other hand, he hates the bank very much.
"I think so too. Whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of funds begin to flow to nagary. We don't discuss whether it will feed our market, and the growing market there will become the next explosive point."
"But recently, the bank is in a hurry. They are going to auction my industry. I heard from my friends 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 knowing these. I'm too reckless. I'm very ashamed now. Please allow me to leave..."
He was desperate. If Lynch didn't buy his factory, the bank would auction it off at a low price. He knew too well the means of people like banks. Once he was a beneficiary of this hidden rule.
A house with thousands of yuan, a car with hundreds of yuan, a factory with tens of thousands of yuan, as long as people can participate in the powder cake auction, as long as they can shoot one thing, any thing, they can make money, just how much.
He used to be a man with a knife and fork, but now he has become a cake on the plate. He's finished.
Lynch didn't ask him to leave immediately. "You seem to be in trouble... Mr. Jonathan." he recalled it before he remembered Mr. Jonathan's name. The name of this little man is so "cunning" that people always forget it unconsciously.
"Maybe I can give you some help, even some advice is good."
"When I was on the side of nagariel, I was very vigilant against their local clan forces, which also reminded me that if we unite people with some same quality, our enemies will fear us."
Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate. He was a little indifferent now. When Lynch asked, he didn't care whether to say it or not.
"If I can't collect a sum of money to repay the bank's arrears as soon as possible, they will auction my factory. You know, the money is definitely not enough for me to repay the bank!" his hands and palms are tightly clamped by his legs, and his fingers are constantly stirred in places invisible to people, "I'm finished, Mr. Lynch..."
Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was going to send himself. He also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "what would you like, wine?"
Mr. Jonathan, who originally wanted to refuse, was moved. He hadn't drunk for a long time. The cheapest wine was not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help sliding twice. He thought of his past life, "come on?"
Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Mr. Jonathan. "I understand your business. In short, the bank wants to sell your hope, and then you have to continue to bear huge debts, right?"
Mr. Jonathan nodded, holding the cup in both hands and couldn't wait to pour the wine into his throat. He suddenly coughed violently. After apologizing, he felt much more comfortable.
Lynch brought him a bottle of wine and poured some for him. "The practice of the bank really makes people......" he shook his head. "Which bank do you owe money to?"
"Jinhui!"
At this time, Mr. Jonathan only wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This may be the last time he tasted such delicious high-end wine in his life. He had to drink more.
"Wait a minute!" Lynch said and stood up. "I have a good relationship with the top management of Jinhui. Maybe I can help you find a way."
With that, he walked aside and began to call.
At first, Mr. Jonathan was very concerned about what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.
About ten minutes later, he was already drunk. Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head, "there's no good news."
Mr. Jonathan smiled miserably. "Thank you for doing this for me. It's very touching. I'll solve the rest by myself." he said and stood up. "Thank you for your wine, Mr. Lynch. You're a good man!"
He said and walked outside. Just as he was about to leave the room, when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly shouted to 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 cover the bank loan..."
Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but you don't have to. It's unfair to you."
Lynch also stood up and held the 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."
Perhaps Lynch's sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possible solution, and he began to try to calm himself down.
"I have a proposal. I'll spend as much money as you owe the bank to buy your business. I'll give the money directly to the bank, and you can lend me the extra part!"
After hearing this, Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help me pay off all my debts, I may not make so much money in my life to pay back the money I owe you..."
Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "This is another part of what I want to say. We just talked about the development momentum of nagary..." although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very clear. He nodded and affirmed this statement.
"Then I will lend you another sum of money. I believe that every successful person is not lucky, and God will certainly support me to give you a chance."
"I will give you a boat ticket and a loan, and then you go to nagariel for development. In the future, you will make money and return all the money to me. How about it?"
"In this way, you will not only have the opportunity to prove their mistakes to all those who despise you and think you are hopeless and fail, and let them realize how superficial they are, but also prove to yourself that you can get up if you fall!"
"If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the story between us will become a legend."
"If you fail, at least we have tried, and you also said that your factory will make money in the future, right?"
"Earn less money, get a friend, get a miracle, it's worth it!"
……
Mr. Jonathan never thought he would cry, especially when he was an adult. He thought crying was a symbol of the weak, but this time he cried.
Tears gushed out of the lacrimal gland like a flood breaking the dike. He said he drank too much and thought of his dead family. In fact, he just simply vented the surging emotions in his heart.
Not sad, not surprised, is to vent, simple vent.
The weather was fine in the morning, but suddenly he was kicked into the abyss by the special commissioner of the bank. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he didn't expect to slide deeper.
Just when he thought he was hopeless, completely finished and completely "open", Lynch stretched out his hand, the most important hand. In addition to crying, he could only thank Lynch for what he had done for him with the simplest "thank you".
Lynch hugged Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying, and said something full of longing for a better future.
When Mr. Jonathan's mood calmed down, he expressed his most sincere gratitude.
After settling some details, Mr. Jonathan got up and left. Lynch kindly gave him some change, 300 yuan, enough for him to buy a suit of suitable clothes and rearrange himself.
After agreeing on the time to sign the contract, Lynch asked people to send away the grateful Mr. Jonathan. Mr. Jonathan who came out of the house suddenly felt that the world had become so bright and there was no darkness and despair before!
He stood outside Lynch's villa and took a deep breath. His ambition was rekindled!
At the same time, he also believed in a statement.
Mr. Lynch is a conscientious capitalist!
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Mr. Jonathan finally met Lynch, which was his last hope.
When he entered the room, he noticed two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen them at some art exhibition. One of them cost more than 200000 at that time.
But he just took a look and took back his eyes. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.
He sat where Lynch allowed him to sit, his legs together, as honest as a boy scout who left his parents' care for the first time and appeared in the camp and was stared at by a group of older children.
Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand and then returned it to Mr. Jonathan. "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui bank and have cooperation in many fields. What's your intention, Mr. Jonathan?"
Mr. Jonathan quickly said his idea, "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you bought some factories here in Saibin?"
Lynch frowned. "Who did you hear? It's not true." he shook his head without the slightest hint of joke.
This surprised Jonathan. He didn't know how to answer these words. Did the special agent of the bank deceive him?
Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "although I have no plan to buy the factory at present, I have such ideas and plans. You know, nagariel has brought us a lot of profits. It is a thriving market."
"They will pay for federal goods. If you have a factory in your hand, you might as well not rush to sell it. Wait a little longer, there may be a turnaround!"
Lynch's words hit Mr. Jonathan's heart very accurately. Doesn't he fucking think so, but those damn vampire banks want to destroy him before dawn!
His expression is very complex. On the one hand, he agrees with Lynch as a "confidant" and on the other hand, he hates the bank very much.
"I think so too. Whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of funds begin to flow to nagary. We don't discuss whether it will feed our market, and the growing market there will become the next explosive point."
"But recently, the bank is in a hurry. They are going to auction my industry. I heard from my friends 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 knowing these. I'm too reckless. I'm very ashamed now. Please allow me to leave..."
He was desperate. If Lynch didn't buy his factory, the bank would auction it off at a low price. He knew too well the means of people like banks. Once he was a beneficiary of this hidden rule.
A house with thousands of yuan, a car with hundreds of yuan, a factory with tens of thousands of yuan, as long as people can participate in the powder cake auction, as long as they can shoot one thing, any thing, they can make money, just how much.
He used to be a man with a knife and fork, but now he has become a cake on the plate. He's finished.
Lynch didn't ask him to leave immediately. "You seem to be in trouble... Mr. Jonathan." he recalled it before he remembered Mr. Jonathan's name. The name of this little man is so "cunning" that people always forget it unconsciously.
"Maybe I can give you some help, even some advice is good."
"When I was on the side of nagariel, I was very vigilant against their local clan forces, which also reminded me that if we unite people with some same quality, our enemies will fear us."
Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate. He was a little indifferent now. When Lynch asked, he didn't care whether to say it or not.
"If I can't collect a sum of money to repay the bank's arrears as soon as possible, they will auction my factory. You know, the money is definitely not enough for me to repay the bank!" his hands and palms are tightly clamped by his legs, and his fingers are constantly stirred in places invisible to people, "I'm finished, Mr. Lynch..."
Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was going to send himself. He also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "what would you like, wine?"
Mr. Jonathan, who originally wanted to refuse, was moved. He hadn't drunk for a long time. The cheapest wine was not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help sliding twice. He thought of his past life, "come on?"
Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Mr. Jonathan. "I understand your business. In short, the bank wants to sell your hope, and then you have to continue to bear huge debts, right?"
Mr. Jonathan nodded, holding the cup in both hands and couldn't wait to pour the wine into his throat. He suddenly coughed violently. After apologizing, he felt much more comfortable.
Lynch brought him a bottle of wine and poured some for him. "The practice of the bank really makes people......" he shook his head. "Which bank do you owe money to?"
"Jinhui!"
At this time, Mr. Jonathan only wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This may be the last time he tasted such delicious high-end wine in his life. He had to drink more.
"Wait a minute!" Lynch said and stood up. "I have a good relationship with the top management of Jinhui. Maybe I can help you find a way."
With that, he walked aside and began to call.
At first, Mr. Jonathan was very concerned about what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.
About ten minutes later, he was already drunk. Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head, "there's no good news."
Mr. Jonathan smiled miserably. "Thank you for doing this for me. It's very touching. I'll solve the rest by myself." he said and stood up. "Thank you for your wine, Mr. Lynch. You're a good man!"
He said and walked outside. Just as he was about to leave the room, when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly shouted to 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 cover the bank loan..."
Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but you don't have to. It's unfair to you."
Lynch also stood up and held the 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."
Perhaps Lynch's sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possible solution, and he began to try to calm himself down.
"I have a proposal. I'll spend as much money as you owe the bank to buy your business. I'll give the money directly to the bank, and you can lend me the extra part!"
After hearing this, Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help me pay off all my debts, I may not make so much money in my life to pay back the money I owe you..."
Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "This is another part of what I want to say. We just talked about the development momentum of nagary..." although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very clear. He nodded and affirmed this statement.
"Then I will lend you another sum of money. I believe that every successful person is not lucky, and God will certainly support me to give you a chance."
"I will give you a boat ticket and a loan, and then you go to nagariel for development. In the future, you will make money and return all the money to me. How about it?"
"In this way, you will not only have the opportunity to prove their mistakes to all those who despise you and think you are hopeless and fail, and let them realize how superficial they are, but also prove to yourself that you can get up if you fall!"
"If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the story between us will become a legend."
"If you fail, at least we have tried, and you also said that your factory will make money in the future, right?"
"Earn less money, get a friend, get a miracle, it's worth it!"
……
Mr. Jonathan never thought he would cry, especially when he was an adult. He thought crying was a symbol of the weak, but this time he cried.
Tears gushed out of the lacrimal gland like a flood breaking the dike. He said he drank too much and thought of his dead family. In fact, he just simply vented the surging emotions in his heart.
Not sad, not surprised, is to vent, simple vent.
The weather was fine in the morning, but suddenly he was kicked into the abyss by the special commissioner of the bank. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he didn't expect to slide deeper.
Just when he thought he was hopeless, completely finished and completely "open", Lynch stretched out his hand, the most important hand. In addition to crying, he could only thank Lynch for what he had done for him with the simplest "thank you".
Lynch hugged Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying, and said something full of longing for a better future.
When Mr. Jonathan's mood calmed down, he expressed his most sincere gratitude.
After settling some details, Mr. Jonathan got up and left. Lynch kindly gave him some change, 300 yuan, enough for him to buy a suit of suitable clothes and rearrange himself.
After agreeing on the time to sign the contract, Lynch asked people to send away the grateful Mr. Jonathan. Mr. Jonathan who came out of the house suddenly felt that the world had become so bright and there was no darkness and despair before!
He stood outside Lynch's villa and took a deep breath. His ambition was rekindled!
At the same time, he also believed in a statement.
Mr. Lynch is a conscientious capitalist!
Mr. Jonathan finally met Lynch, which was his last hope.When he entered the room, he noticed two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen them at some art exhibition. One of them cost more than 200000 at that time.But he just took a look and took back his eyes. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.He sat where Lynch allowed him to sit, his legs together, as honest as a boy scout who left his parents' care for the first time and appeared in the camp and was stared at by a group of older children.Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand and then returned it to Mr. Jonathan. "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui bank and have cooperation in many fields. What's your intention, Mr. Jonathan?"Mr. Jonathan quickly said his idea, "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you bought some factories here in Saibin?"Lynch frowned. "Who did you hear? It's not true." he shook his head without the slightest hint of joke.This surprised Jonathan. He didn't know how to answer these words. Did the special agent of the bank deceive him?Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "although I have no plan to buy the factory at present, I have such ideas and plans. You know, nagariel has brought us a lot of profits. It is a thriving market.""They will pay for federal goods. If you have a factory in your hand, you might as well not rush to sell it. Wait a little longer, there may be a turnaround!"Lynch's words hit Mr. Jonathan's heart very accurately. Doesn't he fucking think so, but those damn vampire banks want to destroy him before dawn!His expression is very complex. On the one hand, he agrees with Lynch as a "confidant" and on the other hand, he hates the bank very much."I think so too. Whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of funds begin to flow to nagary. We don't discuss whether it will feed our market, and the growing market there will become the next explosive point.""But recently, the bank is in a hurry. They are going to auction my industry. I heard from my friends 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 knowing these. I'm too reckless. I'm very ashamed now. Please allow me to leave..."He was desperate. If Lynch didn't buy his factory, the bank would auction it off at a low price. He knew too well the means of people like banks. Once he was a beneficiary of this hidden rule.A house with thousands of yuan, a car with hundreds of yuan, a factory with tens of thousands of yuan, as long as people can participate in the powder cake auction, as long as they can shoot one thing, any thing, they can make money, just how much.He used to be a man with a knife and fork, but now he has become a cake on the plate. He's finished.Lynch didn't ask him to leave immediately. "You seem to be in trouble... Mr. Jonathan." he recalled it before he remembered Mr. Jonathan's name. The name of this little man is so "cunning" that people always forget it unconsciously."Maybe I can give you some help, even some advice is good.""When I was on the side of nagariel, I was very vigilant against their local clan forces, which also reminded me that if we unite people with some same quality, our enemies will fear us."Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate. He was a little indifferent now. When Lynch asked, he didn't care whether to say it or not."If I can't collect a sum of money to repay the bank's arrears as soon as possible, they will auction my factory. You know, the money is definitely not enough for me to repay the bank!" his hands and palms are tightly clamped by his legs, and his fingers are constantly stirred in places invisible to people, "I'm finished, Mr. Lynch..."Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was going to send himself. He also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "what would you like, wine?"Mr. Jonathan, who originally wanted to refuse, was moved. He hadn't drunk for a long time. The cheapest wine was not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help sliding twice. He thought of his past life, "come on?"Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Mr. Jonathan. "I understand your business. In short, the bank wants to sell your hope, and then you have to continue to bear huge debts, right?"Mr. Jonathan nodded, holding the cup in both hands and couldn't wait to pour the wine into his throat. He suddenly coughed violently. After apologizing, he felt much more comfortable.Lynch brought him a bottle of wine and poured some for him. "The practice of the bank really makes people......" he shook his head. "Which bank do you owe money to?""Jinhui!"At this time, Mr. Jonathan only wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This may be the last time he tasted such delicious high-end wine in his life. He had to drink more."Wait a minute!" Lynch said and stood up. "I have a good relationship with the top management of Jinhui. Maybe I can help you find a way."With that, he walked aside and began to call.At first, Mr. Jonathan was very concerned about what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.About ten minutes later, he was already drunk. Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head, "there's no good news."Mr. Jonathan smiled miserably. "Thank you for doing this for me. It's very touching. I'll solve the rest by myself." he said and stood up. "Thank you for your wine, Mr. Lynch. You're a good man!"He said and walked outside. Just as he was about to leave the room, when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly shouted to 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 cover the bank loan..."Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but you don't have to. It's unfair to you."Lynch also stood up and held the 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."Perhaps Lynch's sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possible solution, and he began to try to calm himself down."I have a proposal. I'll spend as much money as you owe the bank to buy your business. I'll give the money directly to the bank, and you can lend me the extra part!"After hearing this, Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help me pay off all my debts, I may not make so much money in my life to pay back the money I owe you..."Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "This is another part of what I want to say. We just talked about the development momentum of nagary..." although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very clear. He nodded and affirmed this statement."Then I will lend you another sum of money. I believe that every successful person is not lucky, and God will certainly support me to give you a chance.""I will give you a boat ticket and a loan, and then you go to nagariel for development. In the future, you will make money and return all the money to me. How about it?""In this way, you will not only have the opportunity to prove their mistakes to all those who despise you and think you are hopeless and fail, and let them realize how superficial they are, but also prove to yourself that you can get up if you fall!""If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the story between us will become a legend.""If you fail, at least we have tried, and you also said that your factory will make money in the future, right?""Earn less money, get a friend, get a miracle, it's worth it!"Mr. Jonathan never thought he would cry, especially when he was an adult. He thought crying was a symbol of the weak, but this time he cried.Tears gushed out of the lacrimal gland like a flood breaking the dike. He said he drank too much and thought of his dead family. In fact, he just simply vented the surging emotions in his heart.Not sad, not surprised, is to vent, simple vent.The weather was fine in the morning, but suddenly he was kicked into the abyss by the special commissioner of the bank. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he didn't expect to slide deeper.Just when he thought he was hopeless, completely finished and completely "open", Lynch stretched out his hand, the most important hand. In addition to crying, he could only thank Lynch for what he had done for him with the simplest "thank you".Lynch hugged Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying, and said something full of longing for a better future.When Mr. Jonathan's mood calmed down, he expressed his most sincere gratitude.After settling some details, Mr. Jonathan got up and left. Lynch kindly gave him some change, 300 yuan, enough for him to buy a suit of suitable clothes and rearrange himself.After agreeing on the time to sign the contract, Lynch asked people to send away the grateful Mr. Jonathan. Mr. Jonathan who came out of the house suddenly felt that the world had become so bright and there was no darkness and despair before!He stood outside Lynch's villa and took a deep breath. His ambition was rekindled!At the same time, he also believed in a statement.Mr. Lynch is a conscientious capitalist!
