Lynch ca to the Warehouse District to deal with the items in these warehouses, and this wasn’t all. Mr. Fox’s other warehouses were also filled with various items. Sotis, the collateral in a collateral agreent isn’t just one item; it’s many.
He walked ahead, with Mr. Fox and his son following behind, moving forward in a one-two formation.
"I already understand your troubles, I can solve these problems..." He slowed down a bit, allowing Mr. Fox to walk almost alongside him. "You can entrust these items to for sale; I have a company that can handle your things here..." He casually outlined a rough area. "All of it!"
Mr. Fox’s expression showed a hint of shock. He had initially thought Lynch would handle it in other ways, like packaging them to sell to others, but he didn’t expect Lynch intended to do it himself. This slightly awakened Mr. Fox from the myth of his ever-expanding wealth.
His wealth was rapidly doubling at a speed he couldn’t have imagined before, and Lynch was advancing in an even more unimaginable way—constantly moving forward, constantly expanding, and constantly increasing!
He spent half his life running so gray industries, always worried, to have everything he has today. But look at the young man in front of him, just more than half a month ago, he was only an ordinary unemployed person.
Yet now, his wealth might be countless tis his previous amount, and he achieved this wealth myth in less than a month.
What’s even scarier is that all of Lynch’s inco is completely legal, all taxed!
Mr. Fox is expanding, and Lynch is too, but faster and more discreetly.
He was montarily dazed but quickly ca back to his senses. His thoughts moved so quickly that Lynch was unaware of what Mr. Fox was thinking before he regained control of his body.
"Hmm..." After a brief pondering, Mr. Fox asked with a hint of admiration in his tone, "So this ti, what do I need to pay?"
Lynch wasn’t very clear about what caused Mr. Fox to change so greatly in such a short ti, significant enough to alter his ntal deanor to so extent, but it was a good sign, and he didn’t mind.
"You need to choose for yourself!"
"The first option, reduce the price of the collateral in the agreent by thirty percent. I will directly buy these items. Whether they rot in my hands in the future or are sold at a higher price will have nothing to do with you."
"Whether it’s a loss or a profit, it’s my own business!"
"The second option, my company helps you sell these items. You need to provide two prices: one is the lowest price you can bear, and the other is the price you hope to achieve."
"I will charge at a middle price. Regardless of whether it’s sold or not, you must pay a ten percent fee. I cannot guarantee when it will sell, nor what the transaction price will be."
Lynch talked while pausing. He looked at the father and son, his smile as bright as when they first t.
Mr. Fox’s face revealed so worry, he and his son discussed quietly for a while, finding it difficult to make a decision.
They actually both knew that the collateral’s appraised value in the agreent had been reduced to a very low level. Items originally worth a hundred bucks were counted as forty or fifty here. Surely soone would be willing to pay forty or fifty bucks or even more for these items, which are much cheaper than when they were displayed in store cabinets.
But at the sa ti, they also had so hesitation. They tried selling these items in the past two days, and the results were unsatisfactory. Not everyone showed interest; over two days, they only retrieved over a thousand bucks.
If they were to cash them all out, it probably wouldn’t be an easy task, the ti wouldn’t be short but rather long. During this process, warehouse fees, managent fees, labor costs, and possible accidental loss fees, such as sothing being damaged, could occur.
Their actual value would shrink, or rather, they were already shrinking. Every bit spent on them equals a loss of their value.
To give Lynch seventy percent of the agreent price? Honestly, they felt it was too low. Lynch could take items worth a hundred bucks for just thirty or forty bucks, this was a bit... too much to ask?
But choosing the second thod also left them worried. If Lynch deliberately slowed the sales pace, even the ten percent fee would be substantial enough for them. Not to ntion their most pressing issue now, which was urgently needing so money to deal with the bank’s interest harvest.
Lynch obviously gave them two choices, but to these two, there seed to be only one choice.
As they were about to make a decision, Lynch suddenly interrupted what they were preparing to say, "Consider it more carefully, you two."
"This is business, so we need to conduct business formally. Do not allow any personal sentintal emotions to interfere with your judgnt. Also, don’t think that because of my relationship with you, I’m necessarily a good person. Actually, I am also a rchant. Do you know what regular folks call rchants?"
Without needing Mr. Fox and his son to answer, Lynch smiled and answered, "They call rchants greedy devils. This is the nature of rchants: pursuing more profit. I might not necessarily have your interests in mind, but I will certainly try to satisfy my own profit demands."
He said, lowering his voice, "However, aside from business, speaking from a private perspective now, I think the second option is more suitable. Of course, for personally, it doesn’t matter which you choose."
Lynch’s straightforward words dispelled the slight annoyance in the father and son’s hearts within the "bluntness" he cultivated. They were now looking at the matter from an unsentintal perspective, as Lynch advised. Lynch’s demands were actually not excessive.
What they are enduring and about to endure will be passed onto Lynch, but they don’t have to pay any more money for it, and they can still get money from Lynch.
Lynch is working, not just picking up money. Combined with his words, Mr. Fox also sighed, "Let’s just choose the first option!"
"Have you thought it through?", Lynch asked with a half-smile.
"I’ve thought it through!" Mr. Fox answered, his voice not too loud but very firm. "When I was young, my father told , never only focus on the thieves’ grandeur when they spend lavishly, but also consider the scenes of them being beaten when they fail, caught by police, sent to jail, or even killed in the wild."
His tone carried so reflection, "Everything has its glamorous side and its unpleasant side. This is your ability to make money; I don’t have this ability, so I shouldn’t be envious of you."
He shrugged, "Similarly, my way of making money isn’t suitable for you, and I believe you won’t be envious of , right?"
Lynch showed a slightly exaggerated expression, very approving, "These are words full of life philosophy and wisdom, Mr. Fox, you are a wise man!"
Mr. Fox laughed heartily, "This is the first ti in my life soone called a smart person. You know, others always prefer to call a fool or an idiot!"
He reached out and put his arm around Lynch’s shoulder. "It’s decided then, when will you co to take these items away?"
"That depends on when you’re available!"
During this ti, Lynch shuttled between Mr. Fox and the Golden Exchange Bank, helping them shuffle cash back and forth, getting himself quite a few benefits, enough to handle these items here. Actually, he could have done worse, but he was in a good mood and didn’t plan on doing so.
Everything is getting on the right track, only getting better, no need to take risks.
Soon Lynch arranged the warehouse well, recruiting Richard and other temporarily unemployed people back. Next cos a major endeavor, or rather, the birth of a new wealth myth.
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