In the morning, after Lynch had just exchanged more than 7,000 yuan in change, during the phone call with Mr. Fox, the other party hoped that he could meet and talk about the next thing.

Lynch thought about it for a moment and agreed to Mr. Fox's invitation.

A short time later he met Mr. Fox at a slightly more remote farmstead, and instead of expensive clothes, he wore a blue-gray denim jacket and trousers, and a rubber bib trousers.

When Lynch saw him, he was walking into the stable with a large pile of hay, and it was getting hotter and hotter, and the dung of the horses and cows, and possibly some other animal, in the sun was smelling deadly, but Mr. Fawkes showed nothing strange.

It took seven or eight minutes for Mr. Fawkes to come out of the stable, apologetically.

As they reached the pergola behind the stables, Mr. Fawkes said with some exclamation as he washed the dirt from his rubberized bib with a hose, "Before I got into this trade, my father and I thought I would be a good farmer!"

There was a look of nostalgia on his face, and more than twenty years ago, he was not the Mr. Fox that everyone respects now, but the Fox kid in the country.

He had just gotten married that year, and the economic results of the many years of the Byler Federation began to show explosively, and all walks of life were greatly developed, and many people were telling about the advantages of the city, as if there was money everywhere, and as long as they were willing to bend down, they would soon become big bosses.

The whole society is full of such a trend, and Mr. Fox also wants to give his wife and children a better future, and he consults with his family and embarks on a journey to the metropolis with other friends.

To this day, there are people who have achieved fame, and there are people who only exist in people's memories.

Mr. Fox is undoubtedly the luckier one, people are like this, once they have some success, they start to remember the past, and some people may be because their lives are very painful now, so they miss the carefree time of the past even more.

However, there are also those who remember the purpose of the past, just to set off today's success.

As for Mr. Fox's remembrance and his little hobby of working on the farm, Lynch felt that the latter might be more of a way to get some satisfaction.

After rinsing off his bib and shedding it off with the help of the others, he wandered around the ranch alone with Lynch aimlessly, chatting with him about some of his thoughts.

"Michael is back in Sabine this morning at four o'clock, you have to be careful, he has a bad temper and can be very impulsive at times, don't give him any chance!"

He said and smiled, "Of course I'm just a small reminder, I believe he is not your opponent, you are smarter than him!"

This is very valuable news, if Lynch only found out when he saw Michael, then there is a good chance that some small accidents will happen, and now that he knows this in advance, he will have plenty of time to prepare for the next confrontation with Michael.

He had never been afraid of Michael, a licensed person, and if it weren't for the other party's three consecutive attempts to trouble him, he wouldn't be willing to have a conflict with the head of an investigation team.

Mr. Fox looked at Lynch's cautious nod to know that he had listened, and then said, "Two more things, as I told you before, now that the whole city, and even those in nearby cities, know how to send money into the bank legally, do you think this will cause some impact on our business?"

"I mean, if everybody is doing this, will this stop because of this?", he said, carefully, and his life was much better during this time, and he privately "bought" two more laundries and raised the bar for laundries.

At the suggestion of his son, he made a registered fee bill, and everyone knew that those who could wash a piece of clothing in his laundry for dozens of dollars were his own people, but until there was conclusive evidence, no one could say that his actions were illegal.

He'd even heard through some channels what the middle and upper echelons were saying about what was going on in Sabin—the big guys thought it was a good thing, and at least the damn helpful finance companies understood that even if their business wasn't legal, they had to pay taxes.

But there are also people who think that they are a little unruly in doing this, and at the same time, they should not be allowed to solve these problems, acquiescing to them doing so, which is tantamount to condoning crime to some extent, and in the end, it is the ordinary people who have received help from them.

Some things can be said in private, but they are unlikely to turn them into facts, and eventually they will come to stop the constant "problems" in the city of Sabin and the surrounding area.

"In addition to this, there is another question, how do you think my business can be legalized?", Mr. Fox paused for a moment, which was a problem he urgently needed to solve now.

As long as he doesn't solve this problem for a day, and his rate of return is significantly higher than the minimum standard set by the federal government, then he can't really be at peace for a day.

His eyes were full of anticipation and stared at Lynch, who smiled noncommittally and took the initiative to step forward, and he followed closely behind.

"The first problem is not to be worried, change cannot be exchanged, we have many other ways to solve this part of the problem, you must know that the trailblazers are always ahead of the latecomers, they can't catch up with us, there is no need to worry about this. ”

"In addition, there is no good solution to the second problem at present, and there has been no effective process for solving it for so many years, I believe it is not because people born in these years are stupid!"

"But you can learn from the bank and solve a little trouble for the time being......"

Mr. Fox was still disappointed, but when he heard that there was an indirect solution, he immediately became interested, "The bank's ...... What's the solution?"

"Mortgage!", Lynch patted the wooden fence at the edge of the farm, where the wood had been standing for more than a decade or more had rotted away.

From the outside, it didn't change much from any time before, but when Lynch's hand clapped it, it broke off in an instant.

The gray-white wood dust fell to the ground, looking at the wood that had completely decayed, Lynch's eyes gradually lost focus, he seemed to see something else instead of wood.

Mr. Fox didn't bother him, but waited quietly, about twenty-six, seven, eighty-nine seconds, and thirty seconds before Lynch came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry, I'm distracted, where did I just go?"

"You said I could use the bank's methods to deal with the current situation first!"

"Yes, it's these ......," he took the initiative and continued to walk forward, while Mr. Fox followed closely beside him, and Mr. Fox's son in the distance looked at the two men with a strange expression.

In his eyes, his father, the famous Mr. Fox, seemed to have become Lynch's henchman, and he followed Lynch's footsteps.

Of course, the person didn't feel that way, and he was still listening to the methods that Lynch had told him.

In fact, the banks have long given a set of practical methods, they discount a hundred yuan of things to fifty yuan as collateral, it can be said that they are avoiding risks, but it can also be said that they are also devouring wealth.

With shorter terms, lower valuations, and seemingly reasonable interest rates, they just disguise their eating appearance as good-looking.

But for people like Mr. Fox, they don't pay attention to their appearance, so it's better to solve it.