"Your auction can't be held as scheduled..."

When Lynch heard this sentence, he remembered some TV dramas he had watched before. The last sentence of the episode that ended the previous day would never match the content of the first episode recap of the next day. Unusual feeling.

It's like a cow with a horse's face and serious incongruity, that's not how his TV series should be, it's not scripted.

Of course, he didn't get angry, just looked at the man across the desk, maintaining his attitude towards work and smiling, "Mr. Ferrara, can you tell me why?"

He repeated, "Why can't my auction be held on time, maybe we can fix that."

Ferrar looked at Lynch with a little satisfaction. He thought that Lynch would get angry, or say some dirty words to him, or even rushed over with his fists. He was ready to deal with these, but what he didn't expect was Lin Chi didn't do that.

He just sat behind the desk like before, talking calmly and rationally about the solution. Such a person will always give people a very reliable feeling, even if you don't like him, you won't hate him too much.

Ferrar nodded, "That's why I'm here. According to the laws of this state and the laws and regulations of this city, to initiate a gathering of more than 50 people in public, you need to apply to the Social Services Bureau in advance. Mr. Lynch, you seem to have forgotten..." He pursed his lips, showing a regretful expression, the corners of his mouth slumped down.

Obviously it should be an unhappy expression, but Lynch and even everyone can feel that he is actually smiling. This is his inner expression, which also reflects that man is a very strange creature.

What people see can't interfere with their subjective feelings. It's like shit made of chocolate. The eyes can't shake the subjective and ideal judgment.

Those who did taste it didn't have their eyes swayed by their decision, but they really wanted to eat it, even if it was real shit.

Looking at the "smile" on Ferrara's face, Lynch knew that this matter was not so troublesome. "I really didn't know there was such a regulation. I thought that only parades and demonstrations need to apply in advance."

"Meetings too!" Ferrar added again, then raised his wrist and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's less than an hour before the Bureau of Social Services finishes work, but this kind of application at least It needs to be a week in advance, your auction meeting will be held tomorrow, it is too late."

Lynch pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then he suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with this matter, "Mr. Sex matters are not well understood..."

Ferrar nodded. Although this is not quite common sense, it cannot be said to be unpopular knowledge that cannot be understood.

The atmosphere in the Baylor Federation is relatively... free, at least that's what the federal government said. Everyone has the right to organize assemblies, and many people have organized such activities, but there are also some people who don't know about these things.

The laws and regulations of each region are different. For example, some regions cannot make splashing sound when urinating, and cannot sing while bathing. If someone calls the police, they will be arrested.

Some places need to whistle when peeing outside, this is to remind others that someone is excreting here, to avoid misunderstanding, if you don't whistle when you pee, you will be arrested...

Different laws and regulations in different regions are enough to confuse most federal people. Maybe it is legal for you to do one thing here, but after taking a ride, you will be arrested by the police if you do the same thing again.

Sometimes people may realize the uncertainty here, and they will go to the social service bureau for consultation, but the attitude and process in that place are slower, so more people will go to the lawyer.

Making money with "common sense" refers to some low-end law firms, who often do not stand in court and can only help employers solve some daily problems.

√ on the corner of Lynch's mouth, "Thank you very much for reminding me, Mr. Ferrara, it saved me a lot of trouble, and at the same time I have a new idea, I don't know if you are interested."

Ferrara showed some curiosity appropriately. To be honest, since he entered the room, until now, the initiative has been firmly grasped by the young man in front of him.

In Ferrara's prediction before coming, no matter what Lynch's reaction, anger, or other reaction, the initiative will change hands in an instant, allowing him to firmly grasp the initiative of this conversation and control this time. The rhythm of the conversation, and the direction.

The plan was perfect, just like Lynch's plan. It was just a little accident. Lynch wasn't angry, let alone angry, and he didn't sigh. , and trying to dominate the conversation, Ferrara's attitude towards Lynch has also undergone some changes.

He can look down on a young man who has no shrewdness, because he can play these people to death at any time, but he can't look down on a smart person with executive power, who knows when the other party will put a stone in his hand, and then to tickle yourself.

"Please say..." He not only corrected his attitude, but also corrected his sitting posture to show respect for Lynch.

Lynch smiled again, "Your presence made me realize that I need a consultant, someone who can help me at work, find some mistakes I didn't notice, and help me deal with some details."

He said, spreading his hands, "You must know Mr. Ferrara, my career has just started, and I don't know many people in Sabine, but God is merciful..."

Ferrara frowned, he already realized what Lynch was going to say, and then Lynch said what he guessed, "If you don't mind, Mr. Ferrara, I hope to be able to occupy your work. In the rest of the time, I will hire you as my consultant, and of course, I will offer a reasonable salary for this."

Lynch took out the checkbook, took out a fine pen, wrote a number on the checkbook, then tore the check from the checkbook and pushed it with his index finger, "This is this Monthly salary...", Lynch still reminded, "After the tax, I will ask the accountant to pay the tax for you."

At this time, even if people want to refuse, they will pick up this check to see how much money is written on it. It is not because people are greedy for money, but because of curiosity.

Curious about how much a person like me can be worth in the eyes of the other party, this is also a reference to my specific value in society, and it is also a kind of talk when bragging in the future - "So-and-so gave me xxx at the beginning, I didn't help him." This can be extremely effective in raising his own value.

After they read it, they put down the check to prove that they are not who they think they are.

Ferrar lightly picked up the check and glanced at it, frowning tightly. Five thousand yuan, a month, this money is not too small.

As the mayor's personal attendant in the city hall, his monthly salary is only more than 1,000 yuan in addition to the 500 yuan on the surface.

He put the check back on the table with a troubled tone. "What do you mean?"

Lynch shrugged, "I think what I just said is very clear. I don't know much about some laws and regulations, some procedures and procedures related to the government, and some things I don't quite understand."

"As far as I know, it is not the official duty of the Sabine City Hall to be a personal attendant, and the transaction between us is not an immoral transaction, and I don't need any illegal help from you."

"It's just that I occasionally need to consult some questions that I don't understand, or when I'm in trouble and don't know how to solve it for a while, I'll ask you to find a solution. It's that simple."

Lynch's tone was very sincere, "Can you help me, Mr. Ferrara, I'm very much looking forward to getting your help!"