From the moment Michael Jr. was sentenced in court, some media have been thinking about some questions in turn, whether the conflict between Michael and Lynch stems from law enforcement and suspects, or because of private matters.

If it's because of the former, then they don't have to care too much about anything else, but if it's because of the latter, then public opinion is developing in the wrong direction.

It's like the little red guy and the little blue guy fighting, the little blue guy gets hurt, and if it's just an isolated event, then it's always just an isolated incident and no one cares.

The problem now is that everyone says that the little red man is a law enforcer, and the little blue man is an innocent person, and the little red man injured the little blue man without evidence, and the reason for all this is that the little red man has too much law enforcement power, and he is abusing his power to harm the people.

This is the current situation, but if this relationship is removed, the little red people fight the little blue people because they have a personal vendetta, there are no law enforcers and innocent suspects, and there is no question of whether the law enforcement power is appropriate, this is an isolated matter.

When Lynch saw the latest issue of the newspaper, he already realized that the top level of the Federal Inland Revenue Service, or at least the state executive, was starting to exert his strength, and before he could ask Director Johnson to accidentally reveal some information, some speculation appeared in the newspaper first.

Some of the less formal newspapers are just a few tabloids, and many people just take them for fun, because they often carry some appalling news.

But I have to say that this time it was really too coincidental, an entertainment tabloid said that Michael Jr. was sentenced for burglary, and he happened to steal the house of an innocent suspect in Michael's law enforcement case, will there be anything related to this.

Many times some people say that our masses of the people have no brains and live under the collective consciousness all day long, and this sentence is obviously a ridiculous cognition.

At least in the tabloids, some have begun to wonder if there is more conspiracy involved.

In fact, every person, every citizen of every country, by their very nature, does not want to believe that this country is rotten and incurable, they always believe that there is hope in this country, even if they spend all day in their room in front of the president on TV while taking off their pants and shouting Marzhevako.

Therefore, when they realize that the country is still saved, and it is a certain person who is not saved, subconsciously they find a way to vent that they are not aware of, and the tide of public opinion begins to change from complaining about the problems of the state system to attacking a certain person.

After reading the whole paper, Lynch put it down, and he was in Mr. Fox's office—his money had been laundered so much that it had been moved from the basement to the ground, a bright, street-fronting, two-story building, with a sign and telephone in Geitenau.

"That's good ......news," Lynch picked up another newspaper and glanced at Mr. Fox, "The IRS also realizes that there is no point in pestering us, and abandoning Michael may be a bit cruel to him, but it's salvation for the whole system, and we're safe." ”

Mr. Fox breathed a sigh of relief at this time, he had been worried for the past few days, several of his colleagues had been sent to the district jail for money laundering to await the final verdict, and several of his colleagues had disappeared overnight without a trace.

There are only two or three companies in the entire city of Sabin that can now provide microfinancial assistance services, and the phone calls outside the office have not stopped for a while.

The busy business made Mr. Fox nervous, scared, and coveted, but fortunately, Lynch has been reassuring him, telling him to continue to do his own business and not give up easily, and now is the best time for him to transform.

Crawling out of the underground, where there is little light, to welcome the sun, even this single-family office was rented at Lynch's request.

Mr. Fox glanced at the boys outside the room and asked, a little embarrassed, "Friend Lynch, I'm in a little trouble......

Surprised, Lynch put down the latest issue of The Transaction, a country across the federal strait from Baylor had ended the war, and the prices of some infrastructure supplies had finally improved after nineteen months of decline.

There is no doubt that the industrious Federation merchants, in order not to lose their money, have found a place where they can temporarily regain their blood.

He sketched the news with the pen on his desk, then looked at Mr. Fox, "Is there anything I can serve?"

Mr. Fox smiled awkwardly and awkwardly, "I don't have any money......", and after he said that, he felt that he might misunderstand Lynch by saying this, so he explained it a little.

In the past few days, other financial companies have been running and grabbing, and the financial aid market in Saben City has become extremely empty, and Lynch has popularized it to him many times, and now is a good time to make his financial company bigger and stronger, and he has indeed done that.

At least he felt that Lynch was not a liar, but a smart man, smarter than himself, so he was right.

Every day, the city of Sabin has a financial gap ranging from hundreds of thousands, to hundreds of thousands, or even millions, and it is no joke, and sometimes it even exceeds the scale of millions.

For some gamblers, the next table is a few hundred or tens of thousands of numbers per minute, and the money is inconspicuous.

Where there is demand, there is a market, and there should be a buyer's market because all of a sudden there are only a few sellers left and it becomes a seller's market, and the supply exceeds the demand.

In less than five days, Fox has already taken out all his old books and invested them, more than two million!

What he had left in his pocket now was a small amount, a fraction of what he had been at his peak, and he had no money to take out after tonight.

As soon as he thought of this, he was anxious, it was all money, countless money, he had no money, but others may not have it, once others seized the market, let alone the future, now he wants to cry.

There were already such signs yesterday, and after a night and a day of hard thinking, he finally decided to discuss it with Lynch.

He knew that Lynch was a smart person, and smart people were often able to think of ways that others couldn't think of.

Mr. Fawkes's expectant eyes were about to flicker, but Lynch raised his eyebrows and nodded, "No problem, how many are there!"

This made Mr. Fawkes's mouth open wide, and he even plucked out his ears to make sure he heard correctly.

During this period of time, the money after Lynch's operation was more than one million, and Lynch's hand may be less than 100,000, and 100,000 does not seem to be equal to "how many have", he is a little skeptical that Lynch has heard it wrong.

He was very careful, and reminded him when he thought that he would not hurt Lynch's dignity, "I'm not talking about tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands, millions!"

Lynch continued to nod easily, "I said, there are as many as I wanted!"

His repeated affirmations made Mr. Fox stand up excitedly, and he slapped his face excitedly, and walked back and forth in the office a few times, "Great, great, when will I see it?"

Lynch still sat in the same position as before, he tilted his head slightly, the sunlight outside the room made Mr. Fawkes squint slightly, and the Lynch in his eyes was a little blurry, not so real.

"I'm not a charity, Mr. Fox, I know we have a good personal relationship, but you know ......", he smiled, showing his white teeth, "We are merchants, and businessmen are after profit!"

"I lent you the money, what can you give me?"