Mr Fox has a reputation on the street as one of those "capable" people who is willing to help the poor and lend money to the poor to get them through.

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

But overall he's a good guy, maybe, maybe, probably.

In an underground office, Lynch met Mr. Fox, a gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-forties.

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

Before Lynch got here, Mr. Fox heard from his subordinates about the abnormality of this kid, such as what he said before, which made him a little curious.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" He asked his subordinates to press Lynch on the chair opposite the desk. "There are very few people on this street who are not afraid of me."

Lynch didn't show the slightest sense of fear. Such a scene can only be said to be trivial. He shrugged and asked, "Mr. Fox, will you hurt me?"

This sentence suddenly stunned Mr. Fox. 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 others for no reason. This will firstly make their own image worse, and secondly, they will be targeted by the Bureau of Investigation for such unpurposeful actions.

The vast majority of people are looking for money, they are not looking for things, and neither is Mr. Fox.

"That's right, then why should I be afraid?" The calmness and smile on Lynch's face gave Mr. Fox a moment of doubt.

He glanced at the assistant beside him, and then put his eyes on Lynch's face again, "But my people said that you have been staring at me these days, maybe you can tell me why, you are the Bureau of Investigation people?"

Before they came, they had already searched Lynch's body, and there was nothing to prove his identity, and these clothes on his body were not in line with the style of the gang of the Bureau of Investigation. Fox did not think he was. Detective of the Bureau of Investigation.

This is also what makes him curious. This kid has been staring at his property and the laundry shop for a while. He also found out the identity of this kid. Because of curiosity and vigilance, there is such a scene.

He wanted to know what Lynch was doing.

He picked up the book in Lynch's pocket, opened a few pages, and found all the things he couldn't understand. He asked the assistant who graduated from college next to him, but the assistant didn't know what the words on it meant.

The smile on Lynch's face warmly made Fox feel... a little uncomfortable, it felt like..., he didn't know how to describe it, it was like being loved.

"That's Mr. Fox, I noticed the business of the laundry, as well as some of your small troubles, plus I believe you have investigated me and know the problems I am facing now...",

Mr. Fox nodded and emphasized, "Poverty!"

Lynch pointed to the ceiling, attracted Mr. Fox's attention with a small gesture and regained the right to speak, "You are right, so I need to get rid of the financial crisis as soon as possible, and I want to do a little business with you."

In an instant, everyone in the office burst into laughter. Mr. Fox, his assistant, and two big men who were not easy to offend at first sight were all laughing.

Lynch looked at Mr. Fox with no embarrassment, and after they stopped laughing for about thirty-one, two, three, four-five seconds, he asked, "This is not a joke."

Mr. Fox laughed again, and while laughing, he asked, "But I don't think there is any business between us..." He said that the laughter stopped naturally, and then frowned, "You Want to borrow money?"

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

Mr. Fox laughed enough. The curiosity and thirst for knowledge in the human bones made him continue the conversation. At least he won't stop this interesting conversation until he knows the answer or loses interest.

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

Lynch's always confident and sunny smile is easy to make people feel good, "I can offer more change, five cents, ten cents, twenty-five cents and fifty cents, all coins, old and new. have……"

Mr. Fox's complexion changed suddenly, and there was something palpitating in his slightly squinted eyes. If he had to interpret what this gaze was, it must be killing intent.

"You know what I'm doing?" He couldn't help but took out a cigarette and lit one, "You're very brave!"

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

The two looked at each other for a moment, and it seemed that this guy named Lynch was indeed a bold person, and at the same time his words made Mr. Fox really interested.

There are some gray areas in some industries. For example, the financial company he is running is not completely legal. Not only the Bureau of Investigation is staring at him, but the Federal Tax Service is also staring at him.

He needs to pay taxes reasonably and legally with the money in his hands through some channels, and he can't attract too much attention. Laundromats are a good channel.

No one cares where each coin comes from, and they don't know where those coins come from. All the laundromats in the entire Baylor Federation are basically controlled by these people.

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

The middle class and upper class have their own washing machines, they don't need to send their clothes to the street to be washed, only the poor do.

But poor people tend to save up a week's worth of clothes to wash once, and wash them all at once.

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

You can't force everyone to do the laundry every day. Doing so will only attract the attention of the Bureau of Investigation and the IRS, which is also Mr. Fox's biggest pain point.

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

Now the bastard in front of him said that he could solve this problem, which immediately attracted some interest from Mr. Fox, "What are you going to do?"

Lynch said his method without concealment at all. He couldn't conceal it. No matter his current status, he couldn't stop Mr. Fox from exploring.

"I will collect a lot of coins and sell them to you in exchange for a part of the fee, and my income is the difference."

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

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

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

Ten percent of the price was completely unacceptable to him, and when the transaction amounted to a dollar, it was only ten.

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

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

"Trade" is one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in the Bayer Federation. It covers the seventeen states and all regions of the Bayler Federation. The content is mainly about some national and international financial and economic trends, as well as some local financial and economic trends. Economic changes.

In a series of "confrontations", Mr. Fox gradually lost the initiative. He glanced at the assistant, who nodded, indicating that there is.

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

"Give me a copy as early as possible, and a copy of the latest, and I will let you know who is the real winner of the deal between us!"

Lynch's firm and powerful voice and his confident expression made Mr. Fox begin to faintly believe, much like when Lynch once spoke with a microphone in front of a large group of people.

People looked at him, believed what he said was true, and ended up putting money in his pocket and thanking him!