Mr. Jonathan finally t Lynch, his last hope.
Upon entering the room, he noticed two giant oil paintings on the wall of the lounge. He seed to have seen them at so art exhibition, where one of them was priced over two hundred thousand at that ti.
But he just glanced at them and then withdrew his gaze; now was not the ti to appreciate oil paintings.
He sat at the spot Lynch allowed him to, his legs together, like a boy scout leaving his parents’ care for the first ti at a camp, surrounded by older kids, sitting obediently.
Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand, then returned it to Mr. Jonathan. "I have always had a good relationship with Golden Exchange Bank, and we’ve collaborated in many fields, so Mr. Jonathan, what brings you here?"
Mr. Jonathan quickly shared his thoughts. "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you are acquiring so factories here in Sabin City?"
Lynch furrowed his brows. "Who told you that? It’s not true." He shook his head, with no hint of joking.
This left Jonathan a bit surprised, unsure how to respond. Had soone from the bank’s special delegation deceived him?
Fortunately, Lynch swiftly dissolved his embarrassnt. "Although I don’t currently have plans to acquire factories, I do have such thoughts and plans. You know, over in Nagariel, it’s bringing us a lot of profits; it’s a burgeoning market."
"They’ll pay for Federation goods. If you have factories, you might want to hold off on selling and wait a while; there might be a turnaround!"
Lynch’s words struck right at Mr. Jonathan’s heart; wasn’t that exactly what he thought, but those damn vampire banks wanted to destroy him before dawn!
His expression was very complex, simultaneously recognizing Lynch as a kindred spirit while deeply resenting the banks.
"I feel the sa way. Whether the governnt acknowledges it or not, a large amount of money is heading towards Nagariel. We aren’t discussing whether it will ever feed back to our markets; the ever-growing market over there will beco the next explosion point."
"But recently the banks have been rushing . They’re planning to auction my assets. I heard from a friend you might be interested in so factories, so I boldly ca to visit."
"I’m sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn’t figure things out before coming to see you. I’m too reckless, I’m very ashad now, please allow to leave..."
He was already in despair; if Lynch didn’t buy his factory, the banks would auction it off at a low price. He knew too well the tactics of these bank people, having once benefited from such unspoken rules himself.
Thousands for a house, hundreds for a car, possibly tens of thousands for a factory. Anyone who could attend a cupcake auction, if they could get any item, would make money—it’s just a matter of how much.
Before, he was the person holding the knife and fork, now he’s the cake on the plate—he’s dood.
But Lynch didn’t let him leave imdiately. "You seem to be in trouble... Mr. Jonathan." He recalled Mr. Jonathan’s na, wondering why such "sly" nas of insignificant figures are so easily forgotten.
"Perhaps I can offer you so help, even if it’s just so advice."
"When I was over in Nagariel, I was very wary of their local clan forces, which also reminded , if we unite people with certain qualities, our enemies will fear us."
Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate, now with a bit of a nonchalant attitude. When Lynch asked, he didn’t mind saying.
"If I can’t quickly gather enough money to repay the bank’s loans, they’ll auction my factory. You know those amounts are absolutely insufficient to repay the bank!" His hands were tightly clamped by his legs, fingers stirring unseen by others. "I’m done for, Mr. Lynch..."
Lynch smiled and stood up. Mr. Jonathan thought it was to see him off and he stood up too, but Lynch motioned for him to stay calm. "Fancy a drink, so wine?"
Initially wanting to refuse, Mr. Jonathan was tempted; he hadn’t had a drink in a long ti. Even the cheapest wine was expensive for him now, his throat involuntarily slid twice as he recalled past life, "So?"
Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself, one for Mr. Jonathan. "I understood your situation, simply put, the bank wants to sell your hope while you continue to bear huge debts, right?"
Mr. Jonathan nodded as he held the cup with both hands, eagerly pouring the wine into his throat. Suddenly, he coughed a few tis and felt much better after apologizing.
Lynch brought over the bottle and poured him more. "The bank’s actions are indeed...", shaking his head, "Which bank do you owe money to?"
"Golden Exchange!"
At this mont, all Jonathan could think of was drinking more of the free luxury wine; this might be the last ti in his life to taste such delicious luxury wine, he had to drink more.
"Wait a bit!", Lynch said as he stood up, "I have a good relationship with the senior mbers of Golden Exchange, maybe I can think of a solution for you."
Saying this, he walked to the side and started to make a phone call.
At first, Mr. Jonathan was quite interested in what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.
After about ten minutes, he was already a bit drunk, and Lynch finally sat down on the sofa beside him, shaking his head, "No good news."
Mr. Jonathan gave a dismal smile, "Thank you for doing this for , it is very touching, what’s left I’ll handle myself." he said, standing up, "Thank you for the drink, Mr. Lynch, you are a good man!"
As he spoke and walked out, just as he was about to leave the room, just as the entire world seed to shut its doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly called out to him, "Maybe I can help you..."
Mr. Jonathan turned around to look at him, and Lynch continued, "I can buy your business, give you enough money to repay the bank loan..."
Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but there’s no need for you to do this, it’s unfair to you."
Lynch also stood up, holding his wine glass, "You need so patience, Jonathan, can I call you that?"
"Of course!"
"Listen, Jonathan, I’m a rchant too. I won’t do a losing business, even if I’m helping you, I won’t let myself lose too much."
Perhaps Lynch’s sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a genuine possible solution, he began to calm himself down as much as possible.
"I have a proposal, whatever you owe the bank, I’ll pay the sa amount to buy your business, that amount will go directly to the bank, and the extra, consider it as a loan from !"
After hearing this, Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help repay all the debts, I might not be able to earn enough money in this lifeti to repay what I owe you..."
Lynch raised his hand to stop him, "That’s the other part I was going to say, we just talked about the trend of developnt in Nagariel..." Mr. Jonathan, although a bit drunk, was still very clear-headed, nodded, affirming this statent.
"Then I’ll lend you so additional money. I believe every successful person is not just lucky, and the Lord surely supports in giving you another chance."
"I’ll give you a ticket, a loan, and then you go to Nagariel to develop, in the future when you make money, pay all the money back to , how about it?"
"This way, you not only have a chance to prove to all those who despise you and think you are beyond saving that they are wrong, allowing them to realize how superficial they are, but you can also prove to yourself, falling down, you can still get back up!"
"If you succeed, in the future, I will have a successful rchant friend, and our story will beco a legend."
"If you fail, at least we’ve both tried, and you also said, your factory will definitely make money in the future, right?"
"Earn a little less money, gain a friend, gain a miracle, it’s worth it!"
...
Mr. Jonathan never thought he would cry, especially after he beca an adult. He considered crying a symbol of weakness, but this ti he cried.
Tears burst out from his tear glands like a flood breaking a dam, he said he drank too much and thought of his deceased family. Actually, he was just purely venting the stirring emotions in his heart.
Not sadness, not surprise, just venting, pure venting.
In the morning, the weather was quite good, but suddenly he was kicked into the abyss by the bank’s special envoy. Initially, he thought he could get so help from Lynch, but unexpectedly, he slid even deeper.
Just when he himself thought he was beyond saving, utterly finished, and had completely "accepted" it, Lynch extended his hand, a crucial hand. Apart from crying, he could only use the simplest "thank you" to express his gratitude for everything Lynch had done for him.
Lynch hugged Mr. Jonathan, who was so old that he was older than his father, and was sobbing uncontrollably, while saying so words filled with hope for a bright future.
After Mr. Jonathan cald down, he expressed his sincerest gratitude.
After settling so details, Mr. Jonathan got up to say goodbye. Lynch kindly handed him so change, three hundred bucks, enough for him to buy a suitable suit and tidy himself up.
After scheduling the contract signing ti, Lynch had soone send off the grateful Mr. Jonathan. Erging from the house, Mr. Jonathan suddenly felt the world becoming so bright, no longer the darkness and despair from before!
He stood outside Lynch’s villa, took a deep breath, and a surge of ambition reignited again!
At the sa ti, he also believed in a saying.
Mr. Lynch, is a conscientious capitalist!
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