After a day of selection, Lynch assigned different jobs to the lads in the club. In the afternoon, Vila contacted him, hoping to talk to him.

　　He asked the driver to drive to the outside of Vila's house. Vila stood at the door. After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Lynch asked the driver to wait by the side of the road, and he walked over.

　　 "I must have disrupted your itinerary..." Vila smiled before entering the door, just approaching, "But these things are very important, and it is not convenient for me to talk on the phone."

　　 She looked through the space next to Lynch’s shoulder, and saw a few guys who looked like agents got out of another car and walked around.

　　 Sometimes Vila is very emotional, especially when she sees Lynch's handsome face on TV, she is very emotional.

Before that, she had never believed in miracles, and Gap did not believe in miracles. They, the middle class, were more calm than ordinary people, and knew better that the so-called miracle had a small probability of happening only when it needed to happen. Will happen.

　　 Most other times, miracles will not happen, because miracles are controlled by humans.

　　 Compared with miracles, they believe that hard work can get more rewards. This is also the standard for most middle-class people to work and life-they work harder than ordinary people.

　　 This statement seems a bit ridiculous at first sounds. Isn’t the wealth of the middle class based on exploitation?

　　 In fact, it is right to say that, but they are exploiting themselves and oppressing themselves.

　　 When ordinary people were still in bed at 8:30 for the last few minutes of comfort, the middle class had come back from exercise and had breakfast and drove out and was about to arrive at the company.

　　 While ordinary people are walking slowly, those middle-class people are running as fast as they are rushing to reincarnate.

　　 When ordinary people waste their time, the middle-class elites are constantly squeezing out their value and depositing them in the bank.

　　 So a miracle will not be born, but Wei La witnessed the birth of a miracle with her own eyes.

　　 At this time last year, this young man just established a company with a registered capital of only 100 yuan. However, at this moment, no one can imagine how much money he has and how many times his wealth has increased.

　　 If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?

　　 Looking at the big boy in front of her, Wei La had such a brief loss of consciousness, but she soon recovered and introduced Lynch into the house.

　　 "Sit down, what would you like to drink?" She walked to the bar and looked at Lynch. Lynch ordered coffee, and soon two cups of fragrant coffee were brought over.

　　 Wei La's dress at this time... is very ordinary. It may be that the pressure of life has made her beauty-loving nature converge. A relatively ordinary-looking house wear and a pair of black-rimmed glasses cover her beautiful face.

　　 She raised her hand and put a strand of messy hair behind her ear, "What should I say...", she shook her head as she said, "Some of the company's recent accounts don't seem to be right."

　　 Lynch, who was drinking coffee, moved his brows slightly. He put down the coffee and pursed his lips. The coffee left on his lips was sucked into his mouth along the lip lines. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Now the company's main income comes from the auction of second-hand goods. How much is our cost, how much money is returned, and after removing the necessary expenses and the fees paid to the managers, the rest is pure profit, but sometimes our money is right? superior."

　　 "In addition to this problem, we took a piece of land to build a second-hand commodity trading area in the capital. Now the actual expenditure has exceeded the original budget..."

　　 Lynch knew about the land acquisition. The plan was set by him. These people just implemented it. They called Lynch before, and Lynch agreed to their budget.

　　 In Lynch’s view, the budget is sufficient for them to develop to the end of the period, and they may have to add a little more at that time, but it will definitely not be said that the money will be used up if they persist in the medium term.

　　 "How long is it?"

　　Weila pursed her lips, "About a month, and the problems...are all from the capital."

　　 She is not easy to say, because Richard is in charge of the capital. His abilities are obvious to all, including Lynch.

　　 He is a natural marketing expert, and he was born for money. At the same time, he is not an idiot. Lynch believes that he will not make things too bad.

　　 But there seems to be some changes in the situation, which prevents him from staying longer in York State.

"This is very important to me, I want to thank you..." Lynch reached out and held Wei La's hand, and looked at her eyes seriously, "You have helped me a lot, if not You, I’m afraid I won’t be able to rest assured to do other things."

　　 Wei La wanted to pump her hands, but in the end she still didn’t do that. "This is what I should do. After all, you are my boss."

　　 Lynch nodded noncommitantly, "Don't tire yourself too much, you can leave some things to your employees to do..."

It just so happened that at this time an eleven or twelve-year-old girl came back from the outside holding a servant’s hand. As soon as the girl entered the room, there was some smile on her face. After seeing Lynch, she immediately converged, and then her head fell back. Went to the room on the second floor without going back.

Wei La's gaze returned from the closed door, and then she looked at Lynch apologetically, "Sorry, since Gap...you know, those policemen and agents never respect them. The criminal in her eyes, so she is now a little afraid of strangers."

　　 During Gap's escape, the investigative bureau agents monitored people who were related to him. Such monitoring can even be said to be harassment in a certain sense.

　　 They will always appear around the surveillance target, check the items they carry with them, or ask some questions.

　　 Adults are unbearable to be harassed, let alone an eleven or twelve-year-old child. Under such pressure and stimulation, a girl with a cheerful middle-class family background began to become autistic.

　　 She began to fear strangers, and she was afraid of contacting and communicating with people other than those she knew.

　　Federal children will always fall into a certain low ebb and negative emotions due to various external reasons, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. This is also the reason why there are more psychiatrists in the Federation than in other countries.

　　 In fact, sometimes people are really weird. For example, Gafra, their level of civilization is not worse than that of the federation, but under their social mechanism, people's bearing capacity is stronger than that of the federation that advocates freedom. This is actually very funny.

　　 Lynch felt that this was just getting used to it.

　　 He was saying goodbye soon, and Vila did not keep him, her current thoughts were mainly on the child.

　　 It was getting late at this time. After he ordered a ticket to the capital of York State tomorrow, he returned home. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.

　　 After he answered the call, he left the house soon, and someone asked him to have a talk.

　　The person who asked him was Commissioner Johnson, the head of the Taxation Bureau of the Sabine City of the Federal Revenue Service, York State. Lynch met the old man by the lake outside the city.

　　 The old man wears an expedition hat, a pair of sunglasses, and is throwing away some odds and ends towards the lake.

　　 Many rushing fish gathered by the lake. As Lynch's arrival disturbed the calm of the lake, the rushing fish quickly made a decision between safety and filling their stomachs.

　　 Looking at the school of fish that disappeared in an instant, Chief Johnson sprinkled the few things in, clapped his hands and stood up.

　　 "You came soon...", he sighed, his expression a little melancholy.

　　 Lynch did not answer, just looked at him.

　　 Director Johnson's face suddenly turned red, and he whispered, "I have had some trouble recently..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Lynch interrupted him, "How much?"

　　 Director Johnson was taken aback for a moment. He didn't seem to hear what Lynch said, "What did you just say?"

"I said how much you want!" Lynch said as he took out the transfer checkbook from his pocket, and unscrewed the cap of the pen. "Five thousand yuan, is that enough?", he scribbled on the check. A few numbers down.

　　 Director Johnson was a little embarrassed, but he had nothing to do, just frowned.

　　 Lynch added another sum, then signed and tore off the check, "Five thousand, should it be enough to deal with the difficulties you are facing?"

　　 "I didn't mean that..." Director Johnson wanted to explain something, but finally accepted the check.

　　 He felt that he was less and less dignified in front of Lynch. He even sometimes wondered if this was Lynch’s trap, but soon this idea was thrown out of his mind.

　　 Even if this is Lynch’s trap, if he doesn’t make some mistakes, he won’t be where he is today.

　　 Michael’s wife is pregnant, but now she has begun to show her pregnancy. A woman’s husband is in jail and his wife suddenly has a big belly. This kind of thing will not be normal to anyone.

　　 That woman cheated while her husband was in jail~lightnovelpub.net~ This statement spread throughout the community where Michael's house was located in an instant.

　　 This kind of rumors hurt people a lot, not only to the poor woman, but also to the little Michael.

　　 Before, when young Michael saw Director Johnson, even though he was not affectionate, at least he would not stare at him with a hateful look.

　　 But since his mother became pregnant, he has experienced a lot of things. The younger Michael, who is much more mature than before, immediately realized who made his mother pregnant.

　　 There is no doubt that it is Mr. Johnson who often comes home to take care of their mother and child.

　　 This feels terrible, so Chief Johnson discussed with the woman. They plan to move away from where they currently live and live in a place where no one knows them. By the way, Michael was placed in a boarding private school.

　　 In this way, he can avoid some unpleasant frictions between little Michael and him and his mother.

　　 Very good idea, but no money.

　　The federation of the rich is heaven, and money comes from the divine power of God, and everything can be done.

　　The federation of the poor is hell, and poverty is the noose that the devil puts on their necks. The more you struggle, the more despair.

　　 Now only Lynch can solve these problems, because Lynch is rich.

　　

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