Money in the bank is a very broad concept, all the money that exists in the bank can be called money in the bank until the bank has cleared a person or organization's money in cash.
This is one of the reasons why banks are not too afraid of financial fraud, and even sometimes they take the initiative to get involved and play a role that may not look too good.
The reason for this is actually quite simple, let's say Lynch wants to loan so much money, he can't possibly carry all this money on his back at all times, much less put so much money in some unsafe place.
The only thing he can do is to take the money he has borrowed from the bank and keep it inside the bank, which on second thought would be comical, and in a way this satisfies the bank's control of risk.
Sometimes the bank will even sign a supplemental agreement before lending the money, the specific amount of money will be deposited into a designated special account, the account is subject to the supervision of the bank.
The bank, on its part, can freeze the amount at any time until they consider the risk to be too great.
A company takes out a loan of 10 million from a bank, the 10 million belongs to the company in principle but it is held in the bank, what happens if the company suddenly goes out of business at this time.
The bank has an extra 10 mil in bad debt, but holds an extra deposit in its hands, as well as there is an upfront interest ...
There are too many ways to maneuver around some of the risks here, and at the same time for the bad bank loans caused by the company's bankruptcy, the people actually really in charge aren't as panicked as outsiders might think.
Lynch's answer made Joe Gleeman laugh and cry, he felt that Lynch had already played a big game, but Lynch felt that it was just a small amount of money, which made Joe Gleeman's heart some of the vigilance also completely relaxed.
He thought it was a lot of money, but in Lynch's eyes, it was just a handful of beans, so what was he still obsessing about?
Joe Gleeman then decided to release money to Dyson, a full 1.6 million dollars in the moment Joe Gleeman signed the word, into the account of Dyson Asset Management.
Looking at this calm young man, Joe Gleeman finally felt something called "late twilight" growing in his body, he was already old.
"Are you free tonight?" He casually asked, Lynch thought for a moment and nodded his head.
He didn't have any other arrangements for the evening, in fact a lot of his work at this stage now was in the co-ordination period, the main thing was that he didn't have any money in his hands, he had been painting a pie, and now that he had almost painted it, he naturally needed to find the money to fill these plans.
He still had a lot of time and free time before the plans were carried out.
Joe Gleeman clapped his hands and made a decision for Lynch, "Come to my house in the evening, you should try my wife's cooking, and we can talk about what's coming up next, I'm sure we'll have something in common."
He said and didn't forget to add, "By the way you can get to know my family."
His regard for Lynch stemmed from two aspects, the first aspect was naturally Lynch's shrewd and mature means that didn't look like those possessed by a young man of his age, a line of thought that doomed him to not become an ordinary person.
The second aspect was that Lynch's pattern was very large and his view of the big picture was very clear, which was also very important.
Some people have some strong execution ability, but they only have the ability to execute but not the big picture, even if they start a little faster and better than others, it's still hard to go farther.
Joe Gleeman believed Lynch could, and sometimes he suspected that underneath the young man's young skin across from him lay a soul almost the same age as his own.
What he did was not at all like what a twenty year old young man could do, it was hard to believe!
Lynch didn't reject the goodwill that Joe Gleeman released, before he left Sabine to develop elsewhere, having a good personal relationship with the head of the lending business of one of the six major banks would be a powerful help to his career.
A company wanted to grow fast, and this capitalist society had told what the easiest and most effective way to do that was - mergers and acquisitions.
And that requires money, a lot of money.
After leaving the bank Lynch called Cook and the others, after the last meeting he asked Cook to look for other truck drivers, the entire state a dozen large and small cities and towns, just rely on these ten or so drivers simply can not run over, he needs more.
Incidentally these people would be part of the sixty jobs, it was just a little too perfect.
After meeting with Cook, he handed him all the keys and told him to take the men and take all that stuff to the club's vacant lot for temporary parking, and in the meantime, get all those cars checked out and serviced.
In the evening, then, he had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Joe Gleeman, and their children, and in fact Joe Gleeman, on the one hand, wanted to draw in his relationship with Lynch, and on the other hand, had the idea of introducing his own children to Lynch.
His family is a boy, just like all parents, he is also for their children's future drill planning, if you can invest in Lynch on a sum of money, in the future at least can ensure that their children have no worries about food and clothing.
In the next few days, Lynch just kept on registering Star Trading Corporation branches in all the cities in the state, and talked to the local city halls through phone calls and other means about trading in second-hand goods.
With Sabine City Hall and the Progressive Party on his side, Lynch was still very energized, and with the fact that this was originally the territory of the Progressive Party, his plans didn't suffer too many twists and turns, and the companies and land sites all over the place were approved very quickly, which also filled him with energy.
He hadn't felt this way in years, and it made him wonder how good it was to be young.
On Friday night, he followed the information Ferrell had given him and arrived on time outside the third floor lobby of the Holiday Inn Sabine, and it wasn't long before Ferrell, who was dressed in full regalia, came out of the lobby and walked over to him.
"There are many important guests here today, the governor's staffer is here as well, and although he is also a member of the Progressive Party, he tends to be relatively conservative in his thinking, watch how you express yourself ..."
He lit a cigarette, "Smoke this before you go in, I'm going crazy!" , he shook his head with a bitter smile, and there were not about seven or eight people around or standing alone in a corner somewhere, or two or three people gathered in a group of people while smoking and communicating.
Everyone was very self-conscious and tried not to smoke inside the hall, it could be said that they possessed a high level of literacy, but more than likely they didn't want to lose their impression in front of the big shots.
Today's banquet was a cocktail party organized by the Progressive Party in the form of a cold dinner party, which would be held every once in a while so that everyone could exchange experiences and insights, which was what most people imagined to be a "high class social event".
Lynch naturally received a formal invitation from the mayor because of his recent active performance and distinctive stance, and since one of the governor's staff members was also coming to Sabine, the mayor asked Ferrell to give Lynch a heads up and let him come to the reception as well.
After waiting for two or three minutes, Ferrell explained something and then guided Lynch along inside the hall, the reception had just been held and there were still some people who hadn't come, which made the entire third floor hall look a bit empty.
Most people were around the mayor and the governor's staff, these gentlemen in tuxedos held their wine glasses and talked as elegantly as civilized people, their reserved smiles made them all look so amiable, and they could not find the ugly look when they opened their bloody mouths.
As soon as Lynch came in, some people took the initiative to greet him, which was also one of the characteristics of the "social standard" of the high society.
If a person has a high value, as long as he appears in people's eyes, he will become the center of attention, and people will revolve around him.
But not everyone in the world is like that, some people shine more brightly, then naturally some people will be duller.
These dull people will take the initiative to rotate around those dazzling, in the hope that some of the other side of the light can also fall on their own body, so that they do not look so dull.
Opportunities never come waiting, only when one takes the initiative to fight for them can one grasp them, and that was the maxim here!
"You must be Mr. Lynch?!" , a middle-aged man who looked about thirty-seven or eighty-eight years old with an oily face took the initiative to walk over, he also took the initiative to fetch a glass of wine for Lynch from the tray in the hands of a passing waiter, "Nice to meet you, I'm Roonet, you probably haven't heard of me ..."
Lynch indeed hadn't heard of this name, in the territory of the Progressive Party, basically any businessman who could put down roots and do business here was a supporter of the Progressive Party, and Roonet was no exception, and every year, he would give his political contributions on time.
But he's not very well known, he seems insignificant compared to the others, he's just a small businessman, and he's only able to come here as sort of a hardcore supporter of the Progressive Party.
A small businessman like him would take it upon himself to befriend everyone, which made him seem like he might be a little bit humble, but as soon as he left here, as soon as he went back to his own factory, he was the most raging tyrant king there was, ruling over everything in a terrible way.
Roonet ran a clothing and blanket factory, and lately business hadn't been so good that it had left him burnt out, and his factory had basically shut down completely.
A small businessman like him wasn't too risk averse in the current situation, which was why he was acting humble.
While boasting about how exquisite the goods produced by his factory were and how cheaply they were sold, he wanted to try and find some opportunities from Lynch's side.
"I know about that Mobile auction you held for second-hand goods, I have to say it's a great idea, do you think there might be a possibility of cooperation between us?"
His eyes were fixed on Lynch, with a hint of hope, some eagerness, and some readiness to be disappointed.
He had expected that he would be greeted with an answer that was destined to disappoint; the reception had only started less than fifteen minutes ago, and he had already heard five of the same answer, Lynch's being perhaps the sixth.
But what he didn't expect was for Lynch to give him a lesser answer.
"Why not?" , Lynch asked rhetorically.