From the moment Michael Jr. was sentenced in court, there have been some media outlets backtracking on some of the questions about whether the conflict between Michael and Lynch stemmed from law enforcement and the suspect, or whether it was over a personal matter.
If it's because of the former, then they don't have to care too much about anything else, but if it's because of the latter, then public opinion is going in the wrong direction.
It's like when the little red man and the little blue man fight and the little blue man gets hurt, if it's just an isolated incident then it will always be just an isolated incident and no one will care.
The problem now is that everyone is saying that the little red man is law enforcement and the little blue man is an innocent member of the public, and that the little red man is injuring the little blue man with no evidence, and that what is causing all this is that the little red man has too much law enforcement power, and that he's abusing his authority to hurt the people.
That's what's going on right now, but if you remove that layer, the little red guy hit the little blue guy because they had a personal vendetta, there's no law enforcement or innocent suspects, there's no question of whether or not law enforcement powers are appropriate, it's an isolated thing.
Lynch had realized when he saw the latest issue of the paper that the top echelons of the Federal Revenue Service, or at least the state-level administrators, were starting to make a push, and before he had a chance to ask Commissioner Johnson to accidentally reveal some information to the outside world, the paper was the first to feature some speculation.
Some of the less formalized newspapers are lurid tabloids, which many people just use as a kind of fun, as they often carry lurid news.
But it has to be said that this time it really is too much of a coincidence that an entertainment tabloid said that Michael Jr. had been convicted of burglary and that he had burglarized exactly the house of an innocent suspect in Michael's law enforcement case, could there be a connection there.
Many times certain people say that our people have no brains and live under a collective consciousness all day long, which is obviously a ridiculous perception.
At least with the tabloid coverage, some people have begun to wonder if there is more intrigue here.
The truth is that every person, every citizen of every country, by their very nature they don't want to believe that this country is rotten and hopeless, they always believe that there is still hope for this country, even if they spend all day in their rooms chanting Mother Fucker to the President on TV while he drops his pants.
So when they realized that the country was still saved, and that it was a certain person who was not saved, subconsciously they found a way of catharsis that they did not even realize, and the tide of public opinion began to shift from complaining bitterly about the problems of the national system to lashing out at a certain person.
Reading the entire paper, Lynch casually put it down; he was in Mr. Fox's office at the moment-he'd laundered so much of his money that he'd been moved from the basement to the ground floor, a bright, street-facing, detached two-story with a GET NOW sign and a phone number.
"That's good news ...", Lynch picked up another paper and glanced at Mr. Fox, "The Federal Revenue Service has also realized that it's pointless to dwell on us, and that abandoning Michael may have been a bit cruel to him , but it's salvation for the system as a whole, we're safe."
Mr. Fox was relieved at this point, he had been on edge for the past few days, several of his peers had been sent to the regional jail for money laundering awaiting final judgment, and a few others had disappeared overnight without a trace.
There are only two or three left in the entire city of Sabine that can now offer microfinance assistance services, and for a while the phone calls outside the office didn't stop.
The hectic business has Mr. Fox nervous, scared, and salivating, and it's a good thing Lynch has been calming him down, telling him to keep doing his trade and not to give up so easily, that this is the perfect time for him to make the transition.
Crawling out of the not-so-visible ground floor to greet the sun, even this single office was rented at Lynch's request.
Mr. Fox glanced at the lads outside the room and asked with some embarrassment, "Friend Lynch, I've run into a little trouble ..."
Lynch was a little surprised as he put down the latest issue of the Tradesman in his hand, Baylor federal union A country across the strait ended the war, and the prices of some infrastructure materials finally took off a little after nineteen months of continued decline.
No doubt the hard-working federal businessmen, trying to keep from bleeding themselves dry, found a place where they could bleed back for a while.
He sketched the story with a pen on his desk, then looked to Mr. Fox, "What can I do for you?"
Mr. Fox smiled still awkwardly and squirmed a little, "I have no money ...," he said and then felt that his saying so might cause Lynch to misunderstand and explained slightly.
With other finance companies running and scratching these days, the market for financial assistance in Sabine had become incredibly empty, and Lynch had popularized to him many times that now was a good time to make his finance company bigger and stronger, and he did so.
At least he felt that Lynch wasn't a liar, or a smart guy, smarter than himself, then he was right.
Every day, the City of Sabine has a financial shortfall of as little as hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands or even millions, and that's not a joke - sometimes it's in excess of millions.
For some gamblers, a seat at the table is a change in numbers of hundreds or thousands of dollars per minute, which is not insignificant at all.
If there is demand, there is a market, and a market that should be a buyer's market because there are suddenly only a few sellers left has become a seller's market, with demand outstripping supply.
In less than five days, Fox had already taken all his old money and invested it, to the tune of more than two million dollars!
What he had left in his pocket now was a small amount, a fraction of what he'd had at his peak, and after tonight, he wouldn't have any money left that he could take out.
The moment he thought of this he was anxious, it was all money, countless money, he already had no money, but others may not have no money, once others seize the market, not to mention the future, now he wants to cry out.
The signs had been there yesterday, and after a night plus a day of hard thinking, he finally decided to talk to Lynch about it.
He knew that Lynch was a smart person, and smart people were often able to think of ways that other people wouldn't think of.
Mr. Fox's expectant eyes were on the verge of glistening with water, but Lynch raised an eyebrow and nodded, "No problem, as much as you want!"
The words made Mr. Fox's mouth drop open, and he even pulled out his ears to make sure he hadn't heard correctly.
This period of time after the operation of Lin Qi's hands after the money is only more than one million, Lin Qi hand full counting may be less than 100,000, 100,000 does not seem to be equal to the "more or less", he is a little suspicious of Lin Qi is not misheard.
He was careful, and thought he wouldn't hurt Lynch's decency to remind, "I'm not talking about thousands and thousands, I'm talking about hundreds of thousands, millions!"
Lynch continued to nod easily, "I said as much as I could!"
His repeated affirmation brought Mr. Fox to his feet in a flurry of excitement, he clapped his hands with a thrilled face and walked back and forth to his office a few times, "Fantastic, fantastic, when do I get to see it?"
Lynch this remained in the same sitting position as before, he slightly inclined his head, the sunlight outside the room made Mr. Fox squint slightly, the Lynch in his eyes was a bit blurry and not so real.
"I'm not a charity, Mr. Fox, I know we have a good personal relationship, but you know ...", he smiled, showing his white teeth, "we are businessmen, and businessmen seek profit! "
"What can you give me when I lend you my money?"