"What do you want?", Lynch broke another corner of the snack and threw it into his mouth.

Mishehaye smiled seemingly reservedly, "It's not what I want, it's what our people want!"

He licked his lips as he said this, "Mr. Lynch, the market environment of the Bailer Federation is much more open than ours, so in the process of doing business, have you encountered any scammers?"

Lynch nodded, "Yes." ”

In the Federation of Baylor, there is an endless stream of business-related financial frauds, especially those related to banks.

Dishonored checks, forged cashier's checks, and all sorts of crimes that exploit loopholes in the system, no one knows better than these fraudsters what the loopholes in federal laws are, and no one knows better than them what the rules and regulations of banks are.

According to Lynch's chat with Joe Greenman, last year, Jinhui encountered all kinds of bad checks, and the total amount of check fraud exceeded 4.6 million, which is only one bank of Jinhui, the empire has six major banks, and there are many small regional banks, in fact, people have encountered much more fraud than they can get from newspapers and imagination.

Mishehaye's smile was more meaningful, "We have also met ......", with a slightly emotional tone after this sentence was said abruptly, and then a little tougher, "We have met a lot of scammers who cheat and cheat here in the name of investment, they promise us a lot of good future, they live up to our hopes for development, and they live up to people's aspirations." ”

"Tragedy should not be repeated, what you have to do is very simple, Mr. Lynch, you only need to deposit a sum of money in our designated bank, and people will believe that you are different from the previous scammers!"

Mishehaye picked up the cup and gulped down the sweet tea inside, and after a few seconds he put the cup down, picked up a towel and wiped the remaining water stains on his lips, and pressed it casually, "Of course, this is just my proposal......"

He looked at Lynch with no expression on his face, but there was a lot of stuff churning in his eyes.

It's a feeling that's not easy to describe, it's not as easy to spot as an intuitive representation, it's more like a ...... Metaphysics, because we know that the eyes can't actually make any movements, let alone any color, but people can really perceive some emotions and things in each other's hearts through eye contact, through the change of eyes.

Lynch looked at him and asked, "Is this protection money?"

"Protection money?", Mishehaye's voice suddenly raised, and he raised his eyebrows, as if he was really surprised by this, "Of course not, why do you think that?"

"We don't touch the money you have in our bank, only you have the power to control it, we just do it to tell people that you are a real investor, that your money is in place - at least part of it is in place, and that money will not leave with you because you are leaving, that's all!"

"You can think of it as a gentleman's contract, and you can take it as a guarantee, but it's definitely not a protection fee, we never extort merchants, and Nagalil is also a civilized country!"

Lynch kept smiling, and he nodded cooperatively, as if agreeing, he put the broken pastry back on the plate and clapped his hands, "How much?"

Mishehaye licked his lips again, I don't know if it was because the tea left on his lips began to evaporate and only the sticky sugar was left, or because he felt thirsty after eating and drinking so many sweet things, he licked his lips again, which was actually a very rude act.

If it were in the Federation, the ladies standing in the distance would be surprised to hide their big mouths that they were trying to purse and guide others in an incredulous voice - "Look at that guy, he's rude.

"One hundred million galils, or the equivalent of a federal sol. Mishehaye opened his mouth directly, and he added, "If you deposit in the Federal Sol, we can reduce a part of it appropriately." ”

Nagalil does not have many foreign exchange reserves, but the ruling class has not a lot of transnational consumption behavior, and they will not suffer too much if they exchange foreign exchange according to the official exchange rate, but the problem is that no international bank is willing to exchange currency for others according to the foreign exchange rate proposed by Nagalil himself, everything fluctuates according to the market itself.

Mishehaye is also well aware of this, so he proposes that foreign exchange deposits can be reduced, which is actually to cut out the difference between the official exchange rate and the real exchange rate.

"It's almost ......," Lynch calculated with a frown, "One hundred and thirteen thousand federal sols!"

Mishehaye looked at Lynch with some surprise, he had thought that Lynch would obviously refuse, then he would tell Lynch that if Lynch refused their request, then Lynch would be restricted from leaving.

Don't look at Lynch with some bodyguards, these people also have guns on them, but they only have about forty people after all, even if they can fight a hundred Nagalil fighters alone, it only takes four thousand soldiers to take them down.

Nagalil didn't have much of anything, and the streets were full of worthless untouchables, and giving them the opportunity to serve as soldiers was a gift from alms, and it was too late for them to rejoice.

So Mishehaye didn't think about Lynch at all, he couldn't refuse.

But in the same way, he didn't expect Lynch's reaction to be so indifferent, he actually calculated the exchange rate, which made Mishehaye's mind a little bent.

After a few seconds, he also calculated, feeling that it should be about this number, and then nodded, "Yes, your arithmetic ability is worth showing off!"

"There's nothing to brag about, I can deposit this money......"

Before Lynch's words were finished, there was a smile on Mishehaye's face, this kid was easier to handle than he expected, he didn't even say a threatening word, Lynch confessed, which also meant that they could extort more things from Lynch.

Wealth, technology, and a few other things.

It's just that Lynch's next half sentence made the expression on his face instantly freeze.

Here's what he said, "...... But if I put my money in the bank of your designation, what do I get?"

Mishehaye was eager to ask Lynch what that meant, and why he knew every word Lynch said, but couldn't understand what they meant when they were connected.

Looking at Mishehaye, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak, Lynch smiled, and a breeze blew, and the cool wind carried some floral scents, stirring the plants in the garden.

The dappled sunlight lingered on Lynch's face for a moment through the swaying gaps between the leaves, and Mishehaye looked away, too glaring.

The sun was dazzling, and so was Lynch's smile.

"Mr. Mishehaye, you want me to show my sincerity, I don't think your request is excessive, and I am willing to show my sincerity according to your request, so what about your sincerity?"

Lynch leaned back in his chair, he crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and in an instant the initiative of the conversation between the two changed hands, the smoke from the cigarette obscured the vision of the two, and the smile on Lynch's face became a little grotesque, a little smiling.

"The show of sincerity should be two-sided, Mr. Mishehaye, what do you say?"

Not easy to deal with!

In an instant, this thought appeared in Mishehaye's mind, Lynch was a very difficult person to deal with, he did not hesitate to agree to what he could say to be a difficult request, and now suddenly gave it to him.

How difficult he was for Lynch just now, now Lynch's counterattack is even more difficult to resolve, after all, he even agreed to such an excessive request, if his "sincerity" is not equal, Lynch can completely dishonor his sincerity, because Mishehaye first behaved unbearable.

Mishehaye stared at Lynch intensely, the damn smoke always making him feel like he wasn't seeing Lynch real, even though the distance between the two was less than two meters.

After about a minute of silence, Mishehaye couldn't hold his breath first, and while losing the initiative, Lynch put more and more pressure on him, and he even sweated, so he had to break the current situation and ask Lynch directly, "What do you want?"

Lynch shrugged, "Sincerity, or the only right to trade!"

He flicked the cigarette ash, not caring at all that some of the ash fell on him with the wind, he looked at Mishehaye, and the speed of his speech began to increase, but the words were clear, "The only right to trade, the exclusive right to trade, whichever statement you can understand, then use whichever one." ”

"I can save money, one million federal soles is not enough to save two million, three million or even more, but you must sign an exclusive trade agreement with me, from the signing of the agreement, for at least twenty years after that, the export business of the province of Magulana and the types of commodities designated by me can only be operated exclusively by me, I set the price, set the rules of sale, have the right to review, supervise, and dispose of it. ”

He tilted his head slightly, "It's time for you to show your sincerity, Mr. Mishehaye." ”

There was already a lot of sweat on Mishehaye's sideburns, he took out his handkerchief and wiped it, and did not immediately say anything, Lynch's request was too much, but his request just now was also excessive.

If he didn't say yes, Lynch wouldn't have put the money in the bank, and he was stuck in an endless loop.

In fact, asking Lynch to deposit the money is also to put some of the money in his pocket first, and then they will find a random reason to turn Lynch's "deposit" into an "investment margin", and return it to him after all his investment activities are over.

As long as his investment is not over for a day, the money will not be touched for a day, and even Lynch will have to save more money for it.

But now, this trouble is not Lynch's trouble, but the trouble of Mishehaye and the young masters behind him.

"I can't be the master......"

Hearing this, Lynch got up directly, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand casually, and slapped the cigarette ash falling on his body, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mishehaye, go find someone who can call the shots and talk to me, and ......", he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I have other things, so I won't accompany you like that!"