Lynch's "plate" is big, and sometimes the first thing a person, or a business, needs to do to get bigger is to let others feel your determination to get bigger.
You do not have the determination to make yourself bigger and stronger, why should others give a helping hand?
This is a kind of "special behavior" that doesn't appear in many books, and there aren't a lot of expressions of this behavior and its effects, but it does exist.
If at the beginning Lynch had told the mayor that he just wanted to be a little rich, that he wasn't going to think about spreading the secondhand market throughout the state, that he wasn't going to talk about how much of a burden activation of the secondhand market would relieve the community, that he was willing to take on the club and revitalize the sportsmanship in Sabine, and that he was going to create a lot of jobs... ...
He's just trying to make a little bit of money on a second-hand deal, a little bit of a middleman fee, and he probably won't even get a chance to have lunch with the mayor, much less the mayor and the UFCC sell him an equity stake in the club for a dollar.
He has set up an idea, a pie in the sky so to speak, and has shown people his determination and the possibility of realizing these dreams. At the same time, he can solve some problems for other people, and then everyone has incidentally given him a chance, or even a lot of chances.
We all know the value of courage and the tragedy of running headlong into a stone wall under a desperate run full of courage.
We all know the significance of kindness, goodness, humility, and all the qualities that the city ... includes in courage, and we aspire to have these noble qualities in ourselves.
But ideas, they are always ideas, and under normal circumstances no one would actually run up and crash into a stone wall, but when someone comes up with the idea and starts trying to run, those who harbor the same ideas in their hearts and are unable to realize them themselves don't mind helping each other out.
Successful, all bettors were winners, they proved that flesh and blood could crash through hard stone.
Failing, they too would simply show proper sorrow at the bloodied dead in front of the stone wall, take stock of their mistakes, and wait for the next practitioner to arrive.
In fact, they are so common that people like to use the less accurate term "speculator" to summarize these runners.
Lynch could be considered a speculator in some ways, but not in all, and the word can never summarize the spirit and determination of a true speculator.
"These trucks will be parked over here in the meantime, and someone will take care of them afterward, no need for you to worry."
Standing by the front door of the club, looking at the trucks parked on the club's parking lot and Cook and these people, Lynch instructed.
Kane nodded his head coyly and repeatedly, and then asked somewhat expectantly, "What about me, what do I have to do?"
He was also a little excited by Lynch's words just now, and he was just like what the others thought, in order to cut off some carrion, Lynch had to sacrifice these "honorable" people, and then find a way to recruit them back in a "fair" way.
It was just Lynch's word, but Kane and the others really believed it, and that's why people have a lot of friends once they're a little stupid.
Lynch pulled out a business card from his pocket and gave it to Kane, "This is from the people at the United Sports Games, they said that there is a very professional sports team at this address, so go contact them and see if you can bring them over."
The Federated Games were also well aware of the situation on the Sabine side of the city, wanting these guys to revive and do well after a few years of being in the wilderness was probably only as good as it was possible in the movies.
In reality athletes are not well maintained at all, and when they slip from their peak, it's hard to get back into practice.
Coaches are also, a few years did not participate in tactical seminars, did not compete with other teams, they are completely unclear about the current mainstream tactical thinking, response methods, has not kept pace with the times.
So the United Sports Association was considerate enough to give Lynch a business card with a fairly professional coaching staff, which was now temporarily idle at home because the head coach's temperament was a bit bad.
Is this a favor from UNLV to Lynch?
Not exactly, hell I don't know who this coach has gone through, but it doesn't matter, if he's a capable person, Lynch doesn't mind capable people being a bit weird.
But if he wasn't a capable person, he and the people behind him would understand the consequences of snubbing Lord Lynch.
Kane got his business card and immediately busied himself with leaving, with the club suffering a huge change right now, he wanted to get the club back on its feet as soon as possible, only then would he be able to feel at peace.
Lynch left after talking to Cook and the guys about the repairs and the need for more truck drivers, he had a signing meeting to attend this afternoon with the United Association of the Handicapped in Sabine.
He would be hiring disabled people registered with the United Association of the Disabled to work for him, ten in all this time, and Lynch would only have to offer them a minimum pay rate to get by.
He would only need to pay seventy percent of these people's wages, and the remaining thirty percent would be paid out by a number of different care funds to help Lynch, which was sort of an initiative to encourage businesses to hire these people.
Of course Lord Lynch. is a big benevolent philanthropist, he will give a little more to show his benevolence, kindness and integrity.
These disabled employees don't really bring Lynch much in the way of tax reduction targets, but their influence in society and their own role is terrifying.
There has never been a big company that relies on hiring these people to evade taxes - if they employed tens or even hundreds of thousands of disabled people, they probably wouldn't need to evade taxes anymore because they would have been dragged down by these people long ago.
What prompted Lynch to do this was his sense of duty to society to take on more social responsibility, and secondly, the fact that this particular group of people is so influential in society that they can easily quieten the fickle society to listen to their voices, and quickly stand up for them, which is a terrifyingly magical ability.
Even the President of the Federation Conservative Party had to sit in a chair and patiently listen to the rantings of the President of the Baylor Federation United Association of the Disabled, and then had to answer in the affirmative.
Political correctness?
No, it's the hearts and minds of the people.
The president of the United Association of the Handicapped chapter in Sabine was a very kind lady who looked to be in her late fifties or so, with a perm, and her hair had turned a little gray.
She was wearing not very flashy clothes and didn't have any decorations on her body, but she was well maintained and gave off a feeling of grace and generosity.
She had been smiling when she saw Lynch, and when she smiled, there weren't any more wrinkles on her face other than crow's feet of anything else.
"Thank you for supporting our cause, and for your kindness and goodness!" , in the presence of reporters and some other staff members, the chapter president graciously complimented Lynch.
Lynch, on the other hand, acted humble and composed, he slightly changed his hairstyle to make himself look a little bit more tender, he was a cunning asshole who knew how to deal with old women of his age.
"It's what I should do, ma'am." , he offered to shake the club president's hand, not releasing it immediately, and spoke eloquently, "If society as a whole didn't care or remain indifferent to special groups, this society would be sick."
"I don't know what others will do or do, but I will definitely give these people some help as much as I can when I can take care of them."
"Maybe the help I give them won't be able to make a difference in everyone's lives, but I believe that the help I give them can be the thing that warms their hearts and makes them believe that there is still peace and kindness in this society."
The chapter president nodded, "You are right, as long as there is still hope, there must be a future ..."
The two signed in front of the reporters, there may not be many reporters present, and maybe this news won't be on the front page, but it will definitely be in a prominent place, and that's enough.
On the other side, Joe Gleeman finished packing up his things with a small hum, left the office with his briefcase, and locked the office door.
Not long ago he had issued a batch of loans to Lynch, the collateral was those trucks, a slight premium, which was normal, the valuation of used cars was always a magical operation, it was normal that sometimes the valuation was a little higher, as long as it was lower than a new car.
Lynch this period of time operation constantly, he has only just revealed to the public can operate a little bit of the club below the land sale thing, there are already people began to contact him, he vaguely in the back of all of this, see there is also a force in the promotion of this matter.
The bank worker had a deeper sense of the current economic situation than anyone else, and at a time when all the real tycoons were starting to cash in, someone willing to use two million dollars or even more to buy a piece of land wasn't a very smart choice, or even a bit stupid.
To get a smart person who can readily come up with two million dollars or more to do something stupid, then there must be some overwhelming force behind it that's driving it!
And these, is also one of the reasons why Joe Gleeman dared to operate for Lynch, really if something goes wrong, he is instead the one with the least problem, all of his behavior is in line with the bank's work standard process, at most, there is a little problem in the valuation, the people above will not pursue these small problems.
With no dire consequences and strong support, Joe Gleeman knew what he had to do.
He drove back outside his residence, parked his car and casually looked through the mailbox, where an envelope without a postmark lay quietly inside.
He took it out and casually flipped through it and raised an eyebrow, a reassuring thank you note, this was why he liked Lynch, a young man who knew what he was doing. (Mr. Joe Gleeman got another bearer check for at least $20,000.)