A few minutes later, Mr. Fox's assistant brought two newspapers, one from four months ago and the other from this week.
Financial companies like Mr. Fox's are actually very concerned about the financial trends of the whole country and even the international community. They deal with money every day, and they are very clear about what these trends represent.
In addition, they are very concerned about so social changes, such as employnt rates, unemploynt rates, and social security issues.
If the unemploynt rate continues to rise, they will need to lower interest rates and reduce large loans to mitigate risks. This will also make their business more attractive.
When the national economy improves significantly, they will increase so interest rates while encouraging people to borrow more, because people can afford to repay.
Every day, Mr. Fox's assistant has to read a large number of newspapers to analyze the upcoming situation in the country and then decide whether to prematurely terminate so businesses or pretend to forget them.
This is definitely not a simple straightforward business. Those who can't make it big will find it very hard to sustain it for long. Only people like Mr. Fox can manage such a business long-term.
This is also why he spent a lot of money to hire a university student to help him. He regards this as a career, rather than a ans to make quick money.
After Lynch opened the newspaper and browsed for a while, about ten minutes or so, Mr. Fox did not disturb him but even had soone bring him coffee and cigarettes.
He secretly felt a sense of anticipation. This ordinary person nad Lynch must give him a surprise.
It wasn't a baseless guess; this was sothing he observed.
An ordinary person like Lynch could not possibly stay calm when invited and definitely could not hold a gaze with him when he showed his murderous intent.
He is not an ordinary kid—by Mr. Fox's age, Lynch indeed seed like just a kid, only twenty years old.
After about ten minutes, Lynch drew so lines with the pen in his hand and then laid the two newspapers in front of Mr. Fox, "I've underlined the content you need to read so you can see it more intuitively."
Mr. Fox and his assistant looked seriously. After reading back and forth several tis, they still had no clue; it was all real estate agency information, and they hadn't discovered anything.
Mr. Fox was sowhat confused, "I don't know what these represent. Do they have any special aning?"
Lynch was not at all impatient; he was very patient. After all, facing an outstanding client and the money in his pocket, anyone who needed money could beco patient.
He walked over to Mr. Fox's side. His subordinate wanted to stop him, but Mr. Fox held up his hand to let him approach, which also ant Lynch gained Mr. Fox's short-term trust.
If he could fulfill what he said before, then this trust would last a long ti.
"The newspaper provides rental information for two street-facing apartnts. Among them, the rent for this apartnt is..." Lynch pointed to the place he had underlined without continuing.
Mr. Fox instinctively responded, "A hundred thirty-five dollars."
Lynch nodded affirmatively, "Yes, a hundred thirty-five dollars. Let's ignore everything else for a mont and see how much the house next to it is..."
Mr. Fox very cooperatively turned his gaze to the underlined information on the other newspaper and continued cooperatively, "A hundred seventy-two dollars!"
"These two apartnts are on opposite sides of the street, less than a hundred ters apart in a straight line. From these price changes, Mr. Fox, what do you notice?"
Mr. Fox pondered for a mont, then began to seriously think and said, "The monthly rent increased by thirty-seven dollars!"
In Lynch's past mature and successful cases, he always believed in one thing, which was to involve participants more deeply in the case to save a lot of ti and avoid so problems people wouldn't even think of.
They would convince themselves and firmly believe that the conclusions they reached were correct. This was especially true in math problems.
Before it was clearly pointed out that so math problem answers were wrong, every solver firmly believed their answers were correct and others were wrong.
Through a simple "math formula," Mr. Fox completed an in-depth participation process. This feeling began to envelop him with a false illusion, a false sense of security he created himself.
He wouldn't think Lynch was a fraud because these were not things Lynch told him; it was his own intelligent mind carefully thinking them through. He trusted his conclusions.
"The increase in rent ans more money is needed to buy these houses, over four months..." Lynch said with a pause, "No, actually, it increases every day, little by little. You might not notice it, but it indeed changes. Do you admit it, Mr. Fox?"
Mr. Fox nodded, "Then what is the connection with our previous business?"
"Of course, Mr. Fox, these houses are always there. They won't change with ti, like having more bricks or fewer tiles."
"What they looked like when they were built, and they still look the sa now. They haven't changed; they are constant, but prices have changed. What does this an?"
Before Mr. Fox could think, Lynch gave the answer because it wasn't sothing Mr. Fox could co up with.
His task was to guide people toward the corner he needed them to discover at the right ti, rather than encouraging them to think outside the box!
"If sothing's value hasn't changed at all, but it changes during the 'paynt' process, it can only an that the value of the items used for labeling has changed."
"In other words, in the past four months, the currency in our hands..." Lynch didn't know when he took a coin out of his pocket, pinching it between his thumb and index finger.
With a light flick, the slightly hidden but audible tallic reverberation caught everyone's attention—Mr. Fox, his assistant, and the nearby bodyguards all focused on the flying coin.
Lynch confidently stated, "It has been devaluing continuously, and in four months, it has devalued by about twenty-two to twenty-five percent, Mr. Fox."
Mr. Fox withdrew his attention from the motionless nickel on the newspaper and began seriously considering Lynch's words and looking at his assistant.
The assistant felt a bit awkward; he wasn't a finance major, just learned managent. If it wasn't the higher salary here or Mr. Fox being his father, he wouldn't be here.
He thought there might be sothing off about Lynch's words but couldn't pinpoint any apparent errors. During this process, Lynch used gold for a second round of examples, instilling the concepts of "devaluation" and "currency is also a commodity" into the people in the room.
He wasn't lying, as those were all true. His examples were not problematic, even touching upon how people could buy a newspaper for a nickel ten years ago, but now it costs fifty cents.
The newspaper remains a newspaper, whether ink or paper; production processes haven't significantly changed. It's not that newspapers have beco expensive, but money has devalued.
Gradually understanding, Mr. Fox suddenly felt sowhat horrified. He changed his position, goaded on by a feeling of discomfort, "But our interest is very high; so are even compound interest!"
He wanted to use this as a way to comfort himself, but this fragile sense of security was destroyed in a few seconds by Lynch's laughter.
"I know, Mr. Fox. The problem is that our devalued currency isn't the kind you can produce and place before people, but all your assets!"
"All your assets are depreciating at a rate of five percent per month, and this is also a kind of 'compound interest.' If you can't send all your money to the Federal Tax Bureau to complete the final formalities soon..."
Lynch returned to the chair opposite the table, sat down, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said, "Your currently proud wealth may an nothing a few years down the road!"
"Are you still concerned about that insignificant ten percent now?"
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