"Any information on Michael's family?"
After loitering outside for a while and making sure that no one was following him, Lynch arrived at Mr. Fox's office on the first basement floor.
There was a hint of pity for the weak on his face, which is the greatest sorrow of people like Mr. Fox in this day and age.
They are very rich, perhaps not as rich as those big capitalists, but definitely more than enough for the average small businessman, yet they cannot even rent a better office.
They can't see the light of day, and neither their business nor their wealth will be protected by the law, but will instead attract legal targeting, so they have to work here in the damp, musty underground.
Mold stains in the corners and some yellowed trim boards made Lynch want to laugh out loud; if he had that kind of money and resources, he would have taken off a long time ago.
His "business" with Mr. Fox is still in the honeymoon period, and Lynch, who provides more than 10,000 ＄ in change every day, has become Mr. Fox's most concerned person in the near future.
At first he thought Lynch couldn't do it, but as time went on Lynch got faster and faster, and now he could provide change three to four times a day.
It may have been a significant drop in the number of times from the dozen or so on the first day, but the amount of change he was offering was increasing, and it was extremely effective in helping Mr. Fox turn that money into bankable money as quickly as possible.
He voluntarily declared his income once a day before the end of the day, and had the tax man come and watch as they emptied the coin box of every washing machine, counted it, and deposited it directly into the bank.
Large sums of money deposited into a bank are required to have tax documents proving that the money is legitimate before the bank will allow them into the system.
It also means that Mr. Fox is bleaching that money faster and faster, and it probably won't be more than a few months before he'll be able to rent a street-facing storefront and work in opulent surroundings in the busiest part of Sabine.
It also allowed the two to always have a good relationship, with Lynch making some money but also keeping Mr. Fox out of some of his problems, which was a fitting business.
Today's Lynch after arriving, the first thing he said was to ask for Michael's family information, the other party twice and three times to find him trouble, but also punched him, he could not pretend that nothing had happened, he wanted revenge.
Mr. Fox frowned and quickly stretched, "You shouldn't fight him, you know, he's the one with the 'license' and he's definitely not the one who'll lose out in the end!"
The "licensed" people are not those with automobile licenses, but those who work for the federal government and have law enforcement powers, and these people are so troublesome that they naturally see each other as a whole.
When you deal with one person, you may not be dealing with him alone, but with the whole collective.
There was this funny incident where a lawyer was issued a ticket by a trooper for parking illegally, and the lawyer joked with his friends that not only did he not have to pay the fine, but he could get the trooper to apologize, and his friends didn't believe him.
The lawyer soon took the local police department to court and won the case after a heated court battle, and as he claimed not only did he not have to pay any fines, but the trooper apologized to him in court, as well as in front of the media.
But is that the end of the story?
Not really.
This lawyer won his case but lost his life, and from the day he won his case, police departments in seventeen states across the Union were on him.
On the highway, he was forced to stop by eleven highway divisions on their own stretch of road and held down eleven times on the hot highway floor to be searched and photographed.
That's it?
No, until now he lived in fear of the police who would come to his door looking for trouble for nothing and for all sorts of reasons, such as someone hearing screams coming from his house, or someone calling the police to report an intrusion at his address ...
Every time he repaired his not-so-long-ago front door it would be shattered by a breaker's hammer, followed by a group of motorized police storming his home, lifting him and his wife out of bed and throwing them into the yard ...
So here, it is best not to compete with the "license" of the people, in case the anger of the other side of the whole group, the rest of Lynch's life will be a nightmare, especially if he wants to compete with the object is the tax bureau.
The IRS will be watching every single one of his transactions and will be encouraging people he deals with to report him, and if just one of them is verified, they can put Lynch behind bars.
But Lynch laughed, "I just want to send some gifts over to defuse the conflict, he shouldn't think I'm humiliating him, right?"
Mr. Fox was a little hesitant, he couldn't tell if what Lynch was saying was true or not, but either way he said what he had to say, and even if he hadn't told Lynch, Lynch would have gotten this stuff from somewhere else.
In turn he'd be at loggerheads with himself by then, so he might as well just say it here.
Lynch took Michael's information down very carefully, and then chatted with Mr. Fox again, and if nothing else, at the current rate, in about two or three months Mr. Fox should have all that money in the bank.
This is a good thing, and at the same time Mr. Fox has a new question, "Lynch, my friend, I know you are a very thoughtful young man, how do you think I can make my business legitimate?"
With that he smiled, "I've managed to get out of all this trouble and I don't want to get caught up in it again so easily, maybe you'll have something I haven't thought of?"
Mr. Fox operates what is really, to put it bluntly, a business that lends money to people in need and charges interest on it, but his interest rate is much higher than the maximum interest rate cap, which is set by federal law.
And there was illegal compounding in some of the agreements, which made his business that much more awkward, and even if he could recoup the money, there was no way for that money to be deposited in the bank.
If the transaction was done through a bank, then the other party would have been able to convict Mr. Fox directly by simply providing the agreement and the bank flow - he was asking for interest beyond what is required by federal law.
Not only will he be investigated by prosecutors and the IRS, but he will not be able to recover the money he borrowed, and the law will not recognize the agreement as legally valid, nor will it support Mr. Fox's claim to the loan and interest by any legitimate means.
That's the problem the vast majority of people in this industry are facing, they can't solve these problems and their money will eventually turn gray even if they bleach it.
Instead of answering, Lynch just shrugged, he actually knew how to solve this problem, but he wouldn't say it now.
After chatting with Mr. Fox here for a while, Lynch left contentedly, and after looking around outside, he came to where Michael lived.
Michael's home is in an upscale neighborhood in Sabine and he has a nice family.
His wife is quite pretty and looks young, and is supposed to be a full-time housewife, who just spends her days around her husband, her kids, and the rest of her time watching TV, and socializing with the housewife group.
His son, Michael Jr. is a high school senior attending a nearby private high school, is an average student, has had several girlfriends, and is interested in everything but his studies.
Simple, common, very common low privileged class families.