Lynch had come to the warehouse district to get rid of all this stuff in the warehouse, and that wasn't all, in Mr. Fox's other warehouses were just as stacked with all kinds of stuff, sometimes there wasn't one collateral in a mortgage agreement, there were many.
He walked in front of him, and Mr. Fox and his son walked behind him, one in front of the other toward the front.
"I have a good idea of your troubles, and I can take care of them ...", he slowed his pace a little, so that Mr. Fox was almost walking with him, "You can entrust me with the responsibility of the Sales, I have a company that can handle what you have here ...", he drew a rough outline with his hand, "All of it!"
Mr. Fox's expression choked slightly, he had thought that Lynch would have other ways to deal with it, such as packing it up for someone else or something like that, he didn't expect that he was planning to do it on his own, which made Mr. Fox sober up a little bit from the myth of his ever-increasing wealth.
His wealth was rapidly doubling at a rate he could never have imagined for himself before, and Lynch, in a way, at a rate, that was even more unimaginable to him, was moving forward, expanding, and increasing!
He had spent half of his life running some gray industry, being scared all day long to have everything today, but look at this young man in front of him, he was just an ordinary unemployed person most of a month ago.
But now, his wealth may be countless times of what he had before, but he only used less than a month's time to accomplish this myth of wealth.
What's even scarier is that all of this income Lynch is making is completely legal and taxed!
Mr. Fox was ballooning, and so was Lynch, and faster and more stealthily.
He drifted back into a trance for so long, his thoughts coming fast, so fast that Lynch didn't even realize what Mr. Fox was thinking before he regained control of his body again.
"Well ...," Mr. Fox asked with a slight sigh of relief after a brief moment of silence, "so this time, what do I need to pay a little?"
Lynch you're not quite sure what made Mr. Fox change so drastically in a very short period of time, so drastically that he even changed his mental outlook to a certain extent, but it was a good performance, he didn't mind.
"It requires you to choose for yourself!"
"The first, the price of the collateral in the agreement is reduced by thirty percent, and I will buy these things outright, and they will have nothing to do with you in the future, whether they rot in my hands or sell for a higher price."
"Whether it's a loss or a profit, it's my business alone!"
"The second, for my company to help you sell these things, you need to give me two prices, one is the lowest price you can afford, and the other is the price you want."
"I'll do is charge at the middle price, whether it sells or not, you guys have to pay me ten percent, I can't guarantee when it will sell, and what the transaction price will be."
Lynch spoke and listened as he looked at the father and son duo, a smile on his face as wide as it had been when they first met.
Mr. Fox's face showed some sadness, as he and his son whispered for a while, finding it hard to choose between them.
They knew very well that the value of these things in the mortgage agreement was very low, originally worth a hundred dollars, in their case, it is also counted as forty or fifty dollars, there will be people willing to spend forty or fifty dollars, fifty or sixty dollars and even more money to buy these things, they are much cheaper than when they are placed in the display cabinet of the store.
But at the same time they had some hesitation, they had tried to sell these things over the past two days, and it hadn't gone as well as they would have liked, not everyone was interested in them, and they had only recouped a thousand dollars or so in two days.
If they want to realize all of them, I'm afraid it's not a very easy thing, the time will not be very short, it will be very long, in the process the cost of the warehouse, the cost of management, the cost of labor and the cost of accidental losses that may exist, for example, if something falls and breaks.
Their actual value will shrink, and even now they have begun to shrink, and every penny spent on them is equal to their value being lost.
If they gave it to Lynch at 70% of the agreed price, they honestly felt it was too low, Lynch taking away a hundred dollars of something for only thirty or forty dollars was a bit ... too much of a bully, wasn't it?
But choosing the second method also made them a little worried, if Lynch deliberately slowed down the speed of sales, just ten percent of the cost is enough for them to eat a pot, not to mention that their biggest problem now is that they urgently need a part of the money to deal with the bank's interest harvesting.
Lynch had clearly given them two choices, but in the eyes of these two people, there was really only one choice.
Just as they were about to make a decision, Lynch suddenly interrupted what they were about to say, "Think carefully again, both of you."
"This is an official matter, so let's be businesslike and not intervene with any personal sentimental emotional overtones to interfere with our own judgment, and please don't think I must be a good person just because of my relationship with me, in fact, I'm a businessman as well, do you know what those commoners in the society call a businessman?"
Without the need for Mr. Fox's father and son to answer, Lynch replied with a smile, "They call businessmen greedy devils, that's the nature of a businessman, the pursuit of more profits, I won't necessarily look out for you guys, but I'll definitely try to satisfy my own interest claims."
He said lowering his voice, "But outside of business, I now speak from a personal perspective, I think the second method is a bit more appropriate, of course for me personally, whatever you guys actually choose, it's all the same."
Lynch's straightforward words made the small unhappiness in the hearts of the father and son dissolve into the "straightness" he had created, and they were now looking at this matter with what Lynch had said, without any personal feelings, and Lynch's request was actually not excessive.
What they are suffering, and soon to be unbearable, will be transferred to Lynch to bear, but they do not want to pay a penny for this, but also be able to get money from Lynch's side.
Lynch was doing something, not picking up money, and with those words from him, Mr. Fox sighed, "Let's go with the first one!"
"Have you thought about it?" , Lynch asked with a smirk.
"Thought about it!" , Mr. Fox replied in a less than loud but firm voice, "When I was little, my father told me that I can't just look at the scenery when thieves spend their money lavishly, but also think about when they fail and get beaten up, caught by the police and sent to jail, or even when they are killed in the wilderness."
His tone was a bit emotional, "There is a shiny side to everything and a side we don't want to see, it's your ability to earn money, I shouldn't be jealous of you if I don't have that ability."
He shrugged, "The same way I make money, you can't use it, and I'm sure you won't be jealous of me, right?"
Lynch showed a somewhat exaggerated expression of approval, "These are words full of life's philosophy and wisdom, Mr. Fox, you are a wise man!"
Mr. Fox laughed out loud, "This is the first time I've been told I'm a wise man in my entire life, mind you people always like to call me a fool, or a stupid person!"
He reached out and put his arm around Lynch's shoulders, "It's decided, when are you coming to pull these off?"
"That depends on when you're free!"
In the meantime Lynch had been going back and forth between Mr. Fox and the GOLD WAY bank helping them dump cash, and had gotten himself quite a few favors, enough to handle what was here, in fact he could have done worse, but he was in a good mood and wasn't about to do that.
Everything was on track and would only get better, there was no need to play catty.
Soon, Lynch arranged the warehouse, and re-recruited Richard, who was temporarily unemployed, and the next step was a big job, or the birth of a new wealth myth.