Mr. Fox has some fame on this street, he belongs to the category of people who have "ability" and is willing to help the poor and lend money to the poor to get them through.

Of course, he is not a pure good man, and he also needs the poor to give him kindness in return, some of which may be more than the principal.

But in general he is a good man, probably, maybe, probably.

In an underground office, Lynch met Mr. Fox, a gentleman who looked to be thirty-six, seventy-nine, and about forty years old.

He wore this year's most popular dark gray suit with red and blue dots, and this red and blue silk scarf was tied at the neckline, which was a little less formal, but also very elegant.

Before Lynch arrived, Mr. Fox had heard from his men about the kid's anomalies, such as what he had said earlier, which made him a little curious.

"You're not afraid of me?", he told his men to press Lynch to the chair across from his desk, "There are very few people on this street who are not afraid of me." ”

Lynch showed no fear in the slightest, such a scene can only be said to be trivial, he shrugged his shoulders and asked rhetorically, "Mr. Fox, will you hurt me?"

This sentence made Mr. Fox stunned for a moment, he thought about it seriously, and then shook his head, "I usually don't take the initiative to hurt anyone, but if you do something unfriendly first......"

It is a very stupid thing for anyone to hurt someone for no reason, which will first make their image worse, and secondly, they will be targeted by the Investigation Bureau because of such an aimless action.

The vast majority of people are looking for money, they don't look for things, and Mr. Fox is the same.

"That's right, then why should I be afraid?", the calmness and smile on Lynch's face made Mr. Fox wonder for a moment.

He glanced at the assistant beside him, and then his gaze returned to Lynch's face, "But my people say you've been staring at me for the past few days, maybe you can tell me why, you're from the Bureau of Investigation?"

Before they came, they had searched Lynch's body, and there was nothing to prove his identity, plus these outfits on him did not fit the style of the Bureau of Investigation at all, and Fox did not think that he was an agent of the Bureau of Investigation.

This is also where he is curious, this kid has been staring at his industry for a while, the laundry, he also inquired about the identity of this kid, because of curiosity, and vigilance, so there is such a scene.

He was curious to know what the hell Lynch was doing.

He picked up the notebook in Lynch's pocket, opened it and read a few pages, all of which were incomprehensible, and he asked his assistant who graduated from college, and this college student assistant didn't know what the words on it meant.

The smile on Lynch's face made Fox feel ...... It's a little uncomfortable, it feels like ...... He didn't know how to describe it, as if he was cared for.

"Yes Mr. Fox, I have noticed the laundry business, and some of your little troubles, plus I believe you have investigated me and know the problem I am facing......",

Mr. Fox nodded, emphatically, "Poverty!"

Lynch pointed to the ceiling, grabbing Mr. Fox's attention with a small gesture and taking back the conversation, "You're right, so I need to get out of the financial crisis as soon as possible, and I want to do a little business with you." ”

Suddenly the whole office burst into laughter, and Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the two big men who were not easy to mess with at first glance were laughing.

Lynch looked at Mr. Fox unembarrassed, and waited until they had laughed for about thirty-one, two, three, four, and five seconds before he stopped, and then asked, "It's not a joke." ”

Mr. Fox laughed again, and as he laughed, he asked, "But I don't think there's any business between us that can be ......," he said and the laughter naturally stopped, and then frowned, "You want to borrow money?"

Lynch shook his head, "No, business, Mr. Fox!"

Mr. Fawkes laughed enough, the curiosity and curiosity in human nature that kept him going, and he wouldn't stop the interesting conversation until he knew the answer, or lost interest.

"So what do you want to do with me?"

Lynch's confident and sunny smile as always makes it easy to make people feel good, "I can provide more change, five, ten, twenty-five and fifty, all coins, old and ......new."

Mr. Fawkes's face changed suddenly, and there was something palpitating in his slightly squinted eyes, and if he had to decipher what this gaze was, it would be murderous intent.

"Do you know what I'm doing?", he couldn't help but pull out a cigarette and light one, "You're very bold!"

Lynch was unmoved, "I'm not afraid of being poor, would I be afraid of other things?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, as if the guy named Lynch was indeed a bold man, and his words also made Mr. Fox a little genuinely interested.

Some industries will have some gray areas, for example, the financial company he is running now is not completely legal, not only the investigation bureau is staring at him, but the Federal Tax Service is also staring at him.

He needs to pay taxes reasonably and legally through some channels, and he can't attract too much attention, and the laundry is a good channel.

No one cares where every coin comes from, they don't know where they come from, and in the entire Bylor Federation, all laundries are basically controlled by these people.

But they also have a problem, which is that it is too slow!

The middle class and upper class had their own washing machines, they didn't need to send their clothes to the streets to be washed, only the poor would do that.

But poor people tend to save up a week to wash their clothes only once, and they have to wash them all at once.

For this reason, people like Mr. Fox have deliberately come up with a new charging standard, which is charged by the pound, but this is still a drop in the bucket.

You can't force everyone to do their laundry every day, because doing so will only attract the attention of the Investigation Bureau and the Federal Tax Service, which is Mr. Fox's biggest pain.

The safe is full of money, but you can't take it out and spend it, it's a terrible feeling!

Now the bastard in front of him said that he could solve this problem, which immediately made Mr. Fox a little interested, "What are you going to do?"

Lynch didn't hide his method at all, he couldn't hide it, no matter his current status, he couldn't stop Mr. Fox from finding out, so it was better to say it directly to show his sincerity.

"I will collect a large amount of coins and resell them to you in exchange for a part of the fee, and my income is this part of the difference. ”

Mr. Fox glanced at his assistant again, and the assistant muttered in his ear for a moment before he frowned and asked, "How much do you want?"

Lynch's warm smile made Mr. Fox feel the illusion of being inexplicably cared for again, "Ten percent!"

"Are you crazy?", Mr. Fox couldn't help but cry out, "I'd rather wait slowly!"

Ten percent of the price is completely unacceptable to him, and when the transaction amount is in one dollar, it is only ten percent.

But when the transaction amount is 100,000 yuan, 1 million yuan, it is a distressing number.

Instead of immediately bargaining with him, Lynch asked a new question, "Mr. Fox, do you have the Deal here?"

The Deal is one of the most widely circulated newspapers in the Union of Baylor, covering the entire 17 states of the Union of Baylor and all regions, and its content is mainly about some national and international financial and economic trends, as well as some local financial and economic changes.

In the series of "confrontations", Mr. Fox gradually lost the initiative, and he glanced at his assistant, who nodded his head to indicate that there was here.

Although their business is not so proper, their work is also closely related to finance.

"Give me a copy as early as possible, and an up-to-date one, and I'll let you know who is the real winner in the deal between us!"

Lynch's firm voice and confident expression made Mr. Fox faintly believe it, just like when Lynch once stood in front of a large crowd with a microphone to speak.

People look at him, then believe that what he says is true, and finally put money in his pocket and thank him!