Wait and see (be prepared to be taken aback by what's going to happen), this is Lynch's answer to Mr. Fox, and he doesn't directly use words to convince Mr. Fox that it's a good deal and what money he can make.

People are always like this, until they see the reality and are punched against the wall by the living reality, they will never believe that the reality can hurt so much.

By the way, by the way, reality is not human.

Rather than using words to make their descriptions look more like a pale cover-up, they don't wait for the results with all sorts of thoughts.

Anyway, there are no more days.

On Friday morning, around ten o'clock, Lynch entertained his fellow journalists in a café outside the warehouse district.

Not all the blue vests in the warehouse area are there, there are also some people with a bit of family background who work here, and the warehouse is a complicated thing, it can hold garbage, worthless things, but it can also hold some valuable things.

Its diversity also shapes the diversity of the staff in the warehouse area, and it is not a problem to have someone to pass the time with coffee and refreshments.

This time, Lynch invited six local newspapers in Sabin, including a newspaper that specialized in publishing pictures of all kinds of poor girls, which is illegal to advertise in Sabin, but the publication of these photos, articles, and personal information did not violate the laws and regulations of the city of Sabin, the federal government, and the publishing industry.

In addition to the local ones, there are also mainstream media reporters in the state capital, as well as in other cities, and Lynch has great ambitions, and he wants to build more than just a second-hand auction company in Sabin, and his business is going to expand to the whole state, even out-of-state, so the publicity of the first auction will become important.

When people see news in the newspaper that intrigues them, they also look forward to holding a local auction, at least to experience whether it is really as good as the newspaper says, and to keep an eye on these things.

If all they see is a lot of criticism, they don't even have the interest to pay attention, and even if the auction is held locally, they have no intention of participating.

First impressions are very important, which is why Lynch reached out to these outlets, hoping that they would give him a positive article.

It may be because Lynch reimbursed the cost of room and board plus a subsidy of 30 yuan a day, these reporters feel very good about Lynch, in fact, in addition to this money, Lynch also bought the corresponding advertising space at the newspaper where they worked, which is the main reason why the newspaper is willing to send them.

In short, Lynch is a big financier, which has become the first feeling of journalists, this is a small personal interview, and they will have to go into the warehouse area to shoot the scene before the auction, and then on the day and after the meeting.

The photographs are arranged together to form a strong set of contrasts and visual impacts, and even if you don't, you can get a sense of how seriously Lynch takes the matter, and he's definitely not just joking.

"Mr. Lynch, how would you define the second-hand auction you host?", a journalist from the capital and one of the best-selling newspapers in the state.

There are a number of such newspapers in every region, and they have a very important responsibility to guide public opinion, spread positive energy, and supervise all aspects of society.

This question seems a bit ...... Hollow, but in fact the question is very critical, and she asks about a certain position of Lynch, or whether there are some possible politically related purposes.

The journalist was a woman with a pair of eyes and a somewhat stern and serious expression, and as soon as she spoke, the others were ready to take notes.

Everyone is a peer, they know the process of interviewing, and reporters always think of themselves as the vanguard of social justice, a fair and fair weigher, but in fact their butts are crooked.

At least according to the size of the newspaper they work for, and their status in the industry, they don't seem to be the kind of people they usually boast about.

These things were only in Lynch's heart, and he answered the question with a sunny smile on his face almost without 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, this is what I am doing......", dealing with these reporters is like playing, some of which may seem embarrassing to people, and very offensive questions will make the person being questioned very uncomfortable.

Of course, this is also true, but compared to the constant interrogation and even interrogation of those people in the process of entering the small house, these reporters are simply like flowers.

"He was surrounded by many reporters, talking eloquently, without the slightest stage fright, and he conquered everyone with his charm!", this is a reporter's annotation for a photo taken by him, in which people surround Lynch, carefully recording his words, and his confident and sunny face is almost about to glow.

Even in the newspapers, which are not very clear, people seem to be able to feel the special temperament that Lynch exudes from all over his body.

This photo also became the most important moment of the reporter's career as a journalist, sometimes life is so bizarre that you don't have to be involved in something, just being a witness is enough to be famous.

He probably didn't know what the picture would represent in the future, so he sat back in his seat and began recording the interview.

Lynch's self-confidence, humor, and occasional caustic, and self-deprecating qualities have made him a popular person, and there are few interviews like this that people laugh out loud, but this time everyone laughed often, even the stern female reporter laughed several times.

After a successful conclusion of the interview, Lynch also gave them a big surprise, a gift.

In another world, it's called carriage fare, but in the simple era of the Bayler Federation, journalists who thought they could represent fairness and justice had not yet gotten used to such "conventions", and they were even a little overwhelmed.

"Just some local specialties and some fares, please don't refuse!"

His enthusiasm and sincerity touched everyone, and finally everyone accepted the small gift, and everyone had a sense of guilt in their hearts, and an indescribable, indescribable feeling.

But each of them, when they returned, 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 that this was really a good era.

You must know that in another world, because the car and horse fares are not enough, there are actually cases where the media drop things directly at the conference site.

He loves the world!

In the afternoon, Lynch was approached by a man who surprised Lynch, a man who claimed to be Ferral, a close follower of the mayor of Sabin.

It was a gentleman who looked to be in his thirties, and he looked like he was about five feet seven inches, which was quite tall for his time.

His hair is a little thinning and his hairline is receding severely.

"Mr. Lynch, I noticed this thing......," he said, placing a flyer on his desk and pushing it over.

Lynch picked it up and looked at it, it was the leaflet he had printed, and he asked with some confusion, "And then?"

Ferrale smiled confidently, his confidence was different from Lynch's, Ferral's confidence was a condescending confidence, with a kind of contempt, not from the inside out, from the confidence of affirmation of himself.

His self-confidence comes from the power he holds in his hands and indirectly grasps it.

"I noticed that you're going to have a ...... tomorrow afternoon in the warehouse area," he said, picking up the flyer and reading it out again...... Second-hand goods trading auctions?"

Lynch nodded, "Yes." ”

Ferral leaned back, crossed his fingers, pressed his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and pouted, "You may not be able to hold it as scheduled." ”