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Chapter 77 - 0077 Sacrifice?

  Wood, a name so common that if you shouted it on the street, at least four or five men would look toward you.

  The young man working undercover for Lynch has a name that seems a bit last-era, simple, brutal, and a hint of the times.

  Sure, the name might seem old school, but it was much, much better than "DICK" or "PUSSY"!

  Lynch and the newsboys left after lunch, writing a check to Richard to get them in shape.

  Wood immediately got into the swing of things, "Richard, it seems to me that the boss is up to something, do you need our help?" , he had a brilliant, with a hint of ingratiating expression on his face that was comforting, and he made a point of showing off his muscles.

  Richard just glanced at the check in his hand, he didn't like these muscle men, to talk about muscles, every one of those workers in the factory who worked without clothes had a lot of muscles.

  This was no longer an era where a person's future potential was evaluated through their muscles, only the farmers and laborers of the past thought of muscles as a remarkable thing.

  In this brand new era, brains and wealth that could make money were the important parameters to measure a person's worth in society, not those stiff muscles.

  Though, he sometimes had some envy.

  "Doing your job is much more important than meddling, what's your name?" , Richard put the check away, and Lynch gave him a sum of money to take the boys to have two uniforms made - two short-sleeved shirts with the company's name on the chest, two pairs of pants, thirty leather briefcases, and a thousand belts.

  There was a great use for these belts, and Richard had given up trying to think what use they would be; a belt was a belt as far as he was concerned, and such cheap belts did not sell very well.

  Not everything that is cheap will already sell well, the only things that sell well are those necessities of life, and belts are not.

  The unwilling, and uncaring people could solve this problem with a piece of string, the caring people would not buy cheap belts, he didn't know what Lynch wanted this for, it was too hard for him with his head in the clouds.

  He was working his way up to Lynch, he was learning, tirelessly and seriously, he didn't see himself as a small-time kind of guy working for someone else for the rest of his life, he was going to be a boss someday.

  Richard looked at Wood and jumped at the chance a little, Lynch had given him a position second only to Lynch himself, which meant that he was the most trusted person in this little group.

  The trust from Lynch, and his own sense of responsibility, of mission, spawned something he hadn't experienced before, something wonderful, power!

  "Wood, great guy ...", he patted Wood's sturdy arm, it was really like patting a rock, a completely different experience from the feeling of patting it on himself and having some rebound, "You're very spirited, then you do me a favor ..."

  A few moments later, Wood was given a very suitable physical job, while he himself talked to the rest of these people about his acquaintance with Lynch.

  No better future could ever match the fact that it had already happened, and no matter how well Lynch blew it off, there would always be people who would be skeptical, and after Richard had directly identified himself, he talked about the previous cooperation between him and Lynch.

  In his opinion it was a kind of cooperation, of course it could also be said to be hired, but he preferred the former as a relative equal.

  "You guys have no idea how crazy we were during that time, I was earning around two to three hundred a day, it was the best job I could find since I was born!"

  The exclamations of the newbies around him pleased Richard immensely as he revealed the brand new watch on his wrist, "See, it only took me a week to buy this watch I wasn't planning on buying, and I've got a new goal in mind."

  The watch is worth two thousand dollars, it's just an entry level luxury watch, and can only be described as the lowest end of the entire collection.

  Perhaps because of its entry-level status and its corresponding cheapness, it is the first luxury brand watch that many people buy, and gradually people have come to call this kind of thing, which is like garbage in the eyes of the rich and powerful, "classic", and it is highly sought after.

  This also creates an interesting phenomenon, the luxury brands and some models that are popular among the middle and lower classes are not popular among the real top class, let alone those "classic models" and "hot models", which are only used to satisfy the horrible vanity of the middle and lower classes. The "classic models" and "hot models" are just sales tactics used to satisfy the horrible vanity of the middle and lower classes.

  If you were to ask what the top upper class people wore, chances are they would give you the name of a designer or a craftsman you've never heard of.

  However, for the lower class, the significance of this "classic" is very obvious, when Richard revealed this watch on the wrist, people can not take their eyes off it.

  According to the current per capita salary in Sabine, in addition to food and drink and other daily expenses, a young man who is not married will have to save money for two or three years before he can afford to buy such a watch.

  A good watch is very important to a person's image enhancement, leather shoes, belts, watches, tie clips and ties, many people are observing a man through these things, its role is quite big.

  Before his saying those words these people may only believe three points, then now they believe seven points.

  Just when Richard was satisfied with these people's reactions, Wood, who was carrying two carriers of food boxes from outside, suddenly pressed on, "If it's really so lucrative, why don't we continue to do the kind of work you were doing before, instead of doing these things that we don't understand?"

  Richard glanced at him while the others looked on, and he shook his head, "If you'd read the papers you'd know."

  Earlier the two major bureaus had swept through Sabine with a wave of underground finance companies, arresting a number of criminals suspected of money laundering crimes, and also knocking off some of the fledgling change exchange businesses.

  The atmosphere in the warehouse was somewhat somber, and after half a minute, Richard clapped his hands and asked the kid who was always getting himself into trouble to bring up the coffee, and then he continued to talk to everyone about how to make a smooth entry.

  In the evening, Wood returned to his solitary home, and he was just about to pull out his key and open the door when his pupils contracted.

  Before he left he did some small tricks, pulled out a hair and stuffed it into the keyhole, if someone tried to open the door lock, as long as there was the act of inserting the key, and then pulling it out again it would definitely bring out the hair.

  The fact that the hair was now gone meant that someone had moved his door lock.

  Whether they were undercover in some crime syndicate or undercover with someone like Lynch, they had to be prepared for anything, vigilance was the only guarantee they had to stay alive.

  It was also at this time that his familiar voice came out from the door, "Come in, it's me ..."

  It was his superior, he opened the door and entered the room, rolling his eyes unpleasantly, "I was almost scared to death by you!"

  His supervisor, on the other hand, laughed and explained, "I didn't know when you'd be back, and if I kept showing up around here, there was a chance I'd be spotted, so I just came in."

  He quickly ended the last topic, "How did it go today, seen Lynch?"

  Wood nodded, "I saw Lynch, and his business partner, named Richard ..."

  "Richard?" , Wood's superior frowned, "As far as I know this Richard is just a minion who isn't even a peripheral, are you sure he's Lynch's business partner?"

  Wood shrugged his shoulders and walked to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water and took a big gulp, "All I can do is pass on the information, it's not my job to analyze it!"

  Wood's boss was silent for a moment, he put in this entry in his notebook, then followed up with, "Is there anything else in particular, tell me what you went through today ..."

  This said, said more than an hour, the two people wide-eyed, there is a kind of feeling that can not be said.

  The boss's eyebrows gripped tightly, asked in a less certain tone, "Are you sure ... he said the top three can earn more than ten thousand?"

  "He said that, but I'm not sure if it can be reached, I will try ... it."

  The superior quickly made a decision, "We will support you when the time comes, this will allow you to get closer to Lynch and be treated by him as one of his own, thus getting close to the evidence of his crimes, pay attention to protect yourself!"