Wait and see (and be prepared to be surprised by what's going to happen), was Lynch's answer to Mr. Fox, and he didn't directly convince Mr. Fox in words that it was a good deal and what he could make for himself.
People are always like that, they never believe that reality hitting someone actually hurts that much until they see it, and until they get punched in the wall by a living, breathing reality.
By the way, by the way, reality is not a person.
Instead of using words to make their descriptions seem more like a pale cover-up, they should be filled with all sorts of heartfelt thoughts and wait for the results.
Anyway, there weren't many days left.
Friday morning, around ten o'clock, in a cafe outside the Warehouse District Lynch entertained his reporter friends who had come.
The Warehouse District wasn't all blue undershirts, there were some people with a bit of family money working here as well, and the thing about warehouses was that they were complicated, they could hold junk, worthless things, but they could also hold some valuable things.
Its diversity also shapes the diversity of the people who work in the warehouse district, someone who can pass the time with coffee and snacks is not much of a problem.
This time Lynch had invited six local Sabine newspapers, including one that specialized in publishing photos of various poor girls; it was an illegal business in Sabine to respond to a call, but publishing the photos, articles, and attaching personal information didn't violate Sabine's or the federal laws and regulations pertaining to the publishing industry.
In addition to the local ones, there were also reporters from the state capital, as well as mainstream media from other cities. Lynch's ambition was big, he wanted to build more than just a Sabine second-hand swap meet company, he wanted to expand his business to the whole state, even out of the state, so the publicity of the first swap meet would become very important.
When people see news in the newspaper that intrigues them, they will also look forward to a local swap meet to at least attend to experience if it is really as good as the newspaper says it is, and also to keep an ongoing interest in these things.
If all they see is a lot of criticism, they are not even interested in keeping up with it, and they have no intention of attending the auction even if it is held locally.
First impressions were very important, and that was the reason Lynch took the initiative to contact these media outlets, which he hoped would give him a positive article.
Probably because Lynch reimbursed the cost of food and accommodation plus gave a daily allowance of thirty dollars, these journalists all felt very good about Lynch, in fact, apart from this money, Lynch also bought the corresponding advertising space in the newspaper they worked for, which was also the main reason why the newspaper was willing to send them here.
In short, Lynch was a big gold master, which had become the first feeling of the reporters and friends, this time was considered a small personal interview, later they had to go into the warehouse area to shoot the scene before the handover auction, and then the day's and after the handover auction.
These photos would be discharged together to form a set of strong contrast and visual impact, even if they didn't, they could still let the readers feel the seriousness with which Lynch was treating this matter, and that he was definitely not just fooling around.
"Mr. Lynch, how do you define the second-hand goods auction that you organized?" , this was a reporter from the capital city and the best selling newspaper in the state, bar none.
Every region has a few of these newspapers, and they have a very important responsibility to guide the direction of public opinion, spreading positive energy as well as monitoring all aspects of society.
This question seems a little ... empty, but in fact this question is very critical, she asked Lynch some kind of position, or whether there is some purpose that may be linked to politics.
This reporter is a woman, she wears a pair of eyes, her expression is a bit stereotypical and serious, as soon as she opened her mouth, the other people are ready to take notes.
We were all peers and knew the flow of the interview very well; journalists always presented themselves as the vanguard of social justice, weighing people fairly and equitably, but in reality their asses were askew.
At least according to the size of the serving newspaper, the position in the industry in order to speak, it is not quite like there is their usual boast the kind of people.
These things were only in Lynch's mind, and he answered the question with a sunny smile on his face, almost without even thinking about it.
"Activating the idle market, saving resources for the society, avoiding unnecessary waste, and at the same time providing more jobs for the society, that's what I'm doing ...", dealing with these reporters was almost like playing, some of them might seem very Embarrassing and offensive questions can be very difficult for the person being questioned.
This was certainly true, but compared to the constant questioning and even interrogation of those in the process of entering the small house, these reporters were simply like flowers.
"He was surrounded by many reporters and spoke eloquently without the slightest bit of stage fright, he conquered everyone with his charm!" , this was a reporter's caption for a photo he had taken of people surrounding Lynch, carefully recording his words, while his confident sunny face was almost on the verge of emitting light.
Even on the not-so-clear newspaper, people seemed to be able to feel the special aura that Lynch was radiating.
This photo also became the most important moment in the reporter's career, sometimes life is so strange, you don't have to join in something personally, just be a witness, it's enough to be famous.
He probably doesn't know what this photo of himself represents in the future, at this point he sits back in his seat after the shoot and starts recording the interview.
Lynch's confidence, humor, occasional verbal meanness and self-deprecation made him a popular person, it was rare for people to laugh out loud in similar interviews, but this time people often laughed, even the serious and stereotypical female reporter laughed several times.
After the successful conclusion of the interview, Lynch also gave them a big surprise, a gift.
In another world, this was called carriage fee, but in Baylor Federation, the journalists who thought they could represent fairness and justice under the age of simplicity hadn't gotten used to such a "convention", and they were even a bit at a loss for words.
"It's just some local specialties and some transportation fees, please don't refuse!"
His enthusiasm and earnestness impressed everyone, and they finally accepted the small gift, each of them harboring a sense of guilt in their hearts, as well as an indescribable, indescribable feeling.
But after they went back, they all chose to do the same thing - revise some of the first drafts that had already been finalized.
After sending off these journalist friends, Lynch couldn't help but sigh, this was really a good time.
One should know that in the other world, there were actually things that happened when the media directly dropped things at the convention site because the carriage fee was not given enough.
He liked this world!
In the afternoon, a person who made Lynch a little unexpected found Lynch, this guy called himself Ferraller, one of the Sabine mayor's personal attendants.
It was a gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and he looked to be about five feet seven inches, which was a tall man in this day and age.
His hair was a bit thinning and his hairline was receding badly.
"Mr. Lynch, I noticed this thing ...", he said, placing a flyer on his desk and pushing it over.
Lynch picked it up and glanced at it, it was a flyer he had printed, he asked with some confusion, "So then what?"
Ferrara smiled confidently, he was confident and Lynch's confidence was different, Ferrara's confidence was a kind of condescending confidence, with a kind of contempt, not from the inside out from the certainty of his own confidence.
His confidence came from the power he held in his hands and indirectly.
"It has come to my attention that tomorrow afternoon you will be holding a ...", he picked up the flyer and glanced at it again, reading from it, "... . auction for trading used goods?"
Lynch nodded, "Yes."
Ferrara leaned his body back, crossed his fingers and pressed his hands and elbows on the armrests of the chair, and skimmed his lips, "You might not be able to organize it as scheduled."