A few minutes later, Mr. Fox's assistant delivered two newspapers, one from four months ago and one from this week.

Finance companies like Mr. Fox are also very concerned about the financial trends of the whole country and even the international community, and they deal with money every day, and they know very well what this represents.

In addition, they are also very concerned about some changes in society, such as employment rate, unemployment rate and social security issues.

If unemployment continues to rise, they will have to reduce their risk by lowering interest rates and borrowing less, which will also make their business more attractive.

When the country's economy is significantly better, they will increase some interest rates and encourage people to borrow more because people will pay back.

Every day, Mr. Fox's assistants read a large number of newspapers to analyze the situation in the next country, and then decide whether to end certain businesses early, or pretend to forget about them.

This is definitely not a very simple and straightforward business, those people are not big, and it is difficult to do it for a long time, only people like Mr. Fox can run such a business for a long time.

That's why he spent a lot of money and hired a college student to help him, which he saw as a career rather than a way to make quick money.

Lynch opened the newspaper and flipped through it for a while, about ten minutes or so, but Mr. Fox did not disturb him, and had coffee and cigarettes brought him.

He had a faint expectation in his heart that this ordinary person named Lynch would definitely surprise him.

This is not unfounded speculation, it is what he observed.

It is impossible for an ordinary person like Lynch to remain calm when he is invited, let alone to look at himself when he shows his murderous intent.

He wasn't just an ordinary kid—at Mr. Fox's age, Lynch was really just a kid, he was only twenty years old.

Ten minutes later, Lynch sketched some lines with the pen in his hand, and then placed both newspapers in front of Mr. Fox at the same time, "I have crossed lines under the things that need you to read, so that you can see them more intuitively." ”

Mr. Fox and his assistant looked at it carefully, and after reading it back and forth a few times, they didn't have the slightest clue, it was all information about some real estate agents, and they didn't find anything at all.

Mr. Fox was a little puzzled, "I don't know what these represent, do they have any special meaning?"

Lynch wasn't irritated at all, he was patient, after all, anyone who needed money was able to be patient in the face of a good client and the money in his pocket.

He walked up to Mr. Fawkes, and his men tried to stop him, but Mr. Fawkes stopped him, which also meant that Lynch gained Mr. Fawkes' trust for a short time.

If he can do what he said before, then this trust will last for a long time.

"The newspaper provided information on the rentals of two street-facing apartments, and the rent for this house was ......," Lynch said, pointing to where he had crossed the line and did not continue.

Mr. Fox subconsciously answered, "One hundred and thirty-five dollars." ”

Lynch nodded in affirmation, "Yes, one hundred and thirty-five dollars, let's ignore the other things first, and then see how much the house next to it costs......"

Mr. Fox very cooperatively moved his gaze to the underlined message in another newspaper, and continued to say very cooperatively, "One hundred and seventy-two dollars!"

"These two apartments are on either side of the road, and no more than a hundred meters apart in a straight line, from these price changes, Mr. Fox, what do you find?"

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Fox began to think seriously and said, "The monthly rent has increased by thirty-seven dollars!"

In Lynch's proven and successful cases in the past, he has always believed that involving these participants on a deeper level can save a lot of time and avoid problems that people may not have thought of on their own.

They will convince themselves and be convinced that they are right, and this is especially true when it comes to math problems.

Before making it clear that some math questions are answered incorrectly, everyone is convinced that their answer is right and that someone else's is wrong.

Mr. Fox completes the process of deep engagement through a simple "mathematical formula", and this feeling makes him begin to be surrounded by a false illusion, a false sense of security that he has created himself.

He doesn't think Lynch is a liar, because these are not what Lynch told him, but the conclusions he has come to through his own clever mind and serious thinking, and he believes his own conclusions.

"The increase in rent means that it takes more money to buy these houses, four months ......," Lynch said and paused, "No, it's actually getting up every day, a little bit higher, you might not be able to notice, but it does change, do you admit it, Mr. Fox." ”

Mr. Fox nodded, "So what does this have to do with our previous business?"

"Of course, Mr. Fawkes, these houses are there, and they don't change over time, like a few more bricks, or a few less tiles. ”

"What it looked like when it was built, what it still looks like now, it hasn't changed, it's constant, but the price has changed, what does that mean?"

Without waiting for Mr. Fox to think about it, Lynch gave the answer, because this answer could not have been thought of by Mr. Fox's head.

What he does is guide people to the corners they need to find at the right time, not to encourage them to think outside the box!

"If the value of something has not changed in any way, but it has changed in the process of 'payment', it can only be said that the value of the thing used for the right mark has changed. ”

"In other words, we've had ...... money in our hands for the past four months," Lynch said, at some point, pulling a coin out of his pocket and getting stuck between the joints of his thumb and forefinger.

With a flick of his flick, the slightly subtle but audible sound of metal caught people's eyes, and Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the bodyguard next to him all fell on the flying coin.

"It's been depreciating, and it's been about twenty-two to twenty-five percent in four months, Mr. Fox," Lynch said confidently. ”

Mr. Fox's attention was drawn from the five cents that had fallen on the newspaper and he began to think seriously about Lynch's words, and looked at his assistant.

The assistant was a little embarrassed, he didn't study finance, he just studied management, if it weren't for Mr. Fox's higher salary, if it weren't for Mr. Fox being his father, he wouldn't be here.

He felt that Lynch's words were not quite right, but he felt that there was nothing obvious wrong, and in the process, Lynch also used gold as an example for the second round, and instilled the concepts of "devaluation" and "money is also a commodity" into the room.

He wasn't lying, because it was all true, and there was nothing wrong with his examples, and it even involved the fact that ten years ago people could buy a newspaper for five cents, and now they need fifty cents.

Newspapers or newspapers, whether it is ink or paper, the production process and process have not changed much, not that newspapers have become expensive, but that money has depreciated.

Mr. Fox, who gradually came to his senses, suddenly felt a little frightened, he changed his sitting position, and said stubbornly, "But our interest is very high, and some of them are compound interest!"

He wanted to give himself some security in this way, but those fragile feelings of security were destroyed by Lynch's laughter a few seconds later.

"I know, Mr. Fox, the problem is that the currencies we devalue are not the ones you can take out and put in front of people, but all your assets!"

"All your assets are depreciating at a rate of five percent per month, and it's also a kind of 'compound interest' if you can't get all your money to the IRS as soon as possible to complete the final formalities......"

Lynch returned to the chair across the table and sat down, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "The wealth you are proud of now may not even be a fart in a few years!"

"Do you still care about that paltry ten?"