Some people like wealth, some people like power, but in fact, these things have almost essential things in common, and that is privilege.

Not only is Lynch rich, but now he has a little power - special adviser to the Federal National Security Council.

For example, some agents of the Investigation Bureau have excellent abilities in certain aspects, which are in line with the Committee's recognition of ability, but there are unstable factors in some aspects, such as alcoholism, such as taking psychotropic drugs, and their family backgrounds make them unable to join the Security Committee as full-fledged personnel, so they cannot really become agents of the Security Committee.

But the Council needs them, so they will be given the title of special adviser.

They will have nearly the same powers and obligations as the Commission's agents in order to circumvent certain audit issues and use their personal abilities.

The agents of the Security Council did not like these people from the bottom of their hearts, because the existence of these people would make the agents of the Security Council unhappy, and it was precisely because of their incompetence that these special advisers existed.

The existence of special advisers negates the ability of many agents to work.

The other is high-profile, just like a person like Lynch, who is rich, has status and prestige, their role in the security committee is not to compete with those agents, they may really be just "consultants", so the agents do not have the slightest aversion to these high-profile consultants, and even feel that they enjoy acting with them.

At the very least, the people who go in and out of the luxurious hotels and estates enjoy the delicacies and high-priced wines, which is more enjoyable than drinking a bottle of wine in those small inns for a dozen dollars a night.

When Lynch came to the capital, found the branch of the Security Committee, and asked them to help find Richard's whereabouts, these people showed great enthusiasm, and soon Richard's activities appeared in the eyes of the people.

His car!

The Mounties saw his car and then investigated around an area, and it only took more than an hour for Lynch to lock up Richard, which is probably what some people call the misuse of public resources.

Instead of finding him immediately, Lynch went to the local company, and when he appeared, many people were dumbfounded.

It is impossible for any department with a problem to have only one moth, or when there is only one moth, the department's problems will not be discovered by other people, and no one will even notice the problem.

When Vera, who is in Sabin, notices that there is a problem with the payment here, it means that there may be some problems with the entire department.

Richard couldn't get away, so Lynch took the lead from Richard's men.

Compared to Richard, these young men did not resist for long before confessing.

In fact, the problem here is not just the problem that Richard put into his pocket during the trading process, but involves more problems.

For example, some female marketers also have their own small groups, and they will spend the Spring Festival with whoever makes the largest transaction in the weekly auction.

This use of the body as a means of thanking Chiguoguo to ask customers to bid has seriously violated federal moral standards and damaged the company's image.

Some people may think, in this case, why not go out and do something thoroughly, and this is precisely the contradiction in human nature.

Those girls can tolerate sleeping with clients for work, but they can't stand sleeping with strangers for money, even if the former's ultimate goal is also for money.

After a series of questioning, Lynch probably figured out something, and then he showed up.

"Come, sit down, let's chat, and play two cards by the way......"

Lynch's voice made Richard unable to resist, he didn't know how to describe the feeling, and when a non-conformist meets a person who can control his destiny, it often reveals the fragile nature.

Richard moved his heavy steps and walked across from Lynch, he squeezed out a smile, "Boss, why didn't you notify me when you came, you should have asked me to pick you up." ”

Lynch glanced up at him, shook his head, didn't say anything, he raised his hand and pressed it to let Richard sit down, and then reached out and pointed the deck of cards in his hand to Richard, "Cut cards." ”

Richard hesitated, but obediently picked up a stack and gently placed it on the table.

Lynch began to deal cards quickly, and Richard was a little surprised, because Lynch dealt cards very skillfully.

It only took a few seconds for the cards of the two to be dealt, Lynch's did not look at the cards on his table, but at Richard, "I have figured out some of the things that happened here, you are the first person to follow me, I am a very soft-hearted person, I will give you a chance." ”

He said and stretched out three fingers, "Let's bet on three rounds, as long as you can win me once, any time, I'll let you go......"

He kept looking at Richard, and a desire to survive suddenly rose in Richard's eyes!

Yes, although Lynch did not say what to do with him, what rose in his eyes was the desire to survive.

"But if you lose......", Lynch didn't know where to get a half-foot-long dagger, slammed it into the table, and inserted it between the two, and Richard's whole body shook violently under this action.

"You've taken so much of my money, you're going to have to give me an explanation, right?", Lynch straightened his clothes and sat back down.

Richard swallowed and nodded a little fearfully.

"Very well, let's play the same way you played before to determine your outcome!"

This kind of play is almost the same as the one Lynch knew before, and what is more interesting is that when he was in the small room, he knew a guy who claimed to be the king of gamblers, and that guy only had four fingers on his two hands, but he still gambled that everyone in the small room couldn't look up at the table.

You know he's cheating, and you even know how he cheats, but you just can't catch him cheating.

There are many people who want to see the demeanor of the gambling king and sit with him, except for losing all the cigarettes and big tents on his body every time, he can't crack anything at all, and over time, the gambling king has also become a more famous person in the small room.

Lynch talked to him, in that kind of place everyone has time, empty, and boring, he asked the gambling king for advice, and the gambling king asked him why he wanted to learn.

He thought about it for a while before telling the gambling king what he thought.

Not to win other people's money, but to not be cheated out of his own money by others, so the gambling king handed him some small means.

These are just small tricks in the eyes of the gambling king, but in the eyes of laymen, they are miracles!

"Let's ...... the cards"

Lynch flipped over the cards on the board, and the three highest cards formed the largest and only combination, and no hand was bigger than Lynch's hand.

He looked at Richard expressionlessly, and he didn't even want to look at the opponent's cards, "You lose, come again!"

He took back the cards in front of Richard and inserted them into the queue with his own cards, shuffling, cutting, and making marks with his little finger and thumb to ensure that the cards he asked for were either at the bottom or at the top every time.

The cards are dealt, the flop is almost in one go.

It's the same card type again, and it's the biggest one, and you don't even have a chance to resist!

"You've lost again, you only have one chance!", Lynch said, flipped over the cards in front of him, fished out Richard's cards, and stacked them together to shuffle.

At this time, Richard suddenly said, "I'll wash, I'll send it!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, Lynch let go of his hand, and a whole deck of cards was on the table, he tilted his head slightly, "Yes!"

One word, one word, but like a cannonball, it bombarded Richard's chest, and Lynch's simple and straightforward words revealed a kind of confidence that he could read, as well as a mockery of his indiscretion.

He began to sweat, and the cold light of the dagger on the table made him fearful, and he awkwardly shuffled the cards as he wiped his sweat, and then dealt the cards.

This is related to his fate, he didn't dare to be careless, but after the card was in Lynch's hand, he directly turned it over, and it was the biggest card, and Richard, who was about to look at his card, was stunned.

In fact, what he is thinking about now is not why Lynch can win him, but why he keeps losing!

Someone cheated, and Lynch used this method to tell him that as long as there is enough profit driven, and there is enough skill, cheating in a game of this level is as easy as eating and drinking, and he was designed!

But at this time, it doesn't matter if someone else has designed it, no one can force someone else to change their minds, all traps are passive, if the people trapped in the trap don't covet the bait in the trap, they won't be fooled!

Richard pursed his lips and pulled out the dagger stuck in the table, the beads of sweat on his face crackling down, down his sideburns, cheeks, chin, and finally dripping down the table.

"Mr. Lynch......"

"One finger, which hand, which one, I don't care, it's a lesson for you......"

Reading between the lines, it was revealed that this was just a punishment, not a final judgment, and Richard's expression flashed a glimmer of joy for the rest of his life, followed by a resolute decision.

He pressed the little finger of his left hand against the edge of the table, and held the dagger in his right hand, the blade of the dagger pressed against the base of the little finger, the sharp edge of which had cut through the skin, and a trace of bright red blood stood out between the snow-white blade and the white skin.

His body was trembling, he seemed to be giving himself strength, his breathing became short, his chest was heaving furniture, his whole body was tensed suddenly, his right shoulder was obviously lifted, and then he fell suddenly!

Boom!

Through the obstruction of the bone, the blade finally sliced through the bone and landed on the table with a thud.

The sound is not as grumpy as chopping, but it is also tooth-sore.

Blood quickly spilled down the wound, Richard hurriedly pinched the wound, and looked at Lynch with a somewhat pale face, "Mr. Lynch......"

Lynch bowed slightly and stood up, "At least you prove that you're not a bastard, Richard, and I'm going to see you at the company tomorrow morning." ”

"Now, you can walk away with your fingers!"