Mr. Jonathan finally saw Lynch, this was his last hope.

When 　　 entered the room, he noticed the two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen it at an art exhibition. The price of one of them was more than 200,000.

　　 But he just took a look and then withdrew his gaze. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.

　　 He sat in a position where Lynch allowed him to sit, with his legs close together, as if it were the first time that a boy scout had left his parents' care and appeared in a camping ground, staring at a group of older children.

　　 Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand, and then returned the business card to Mr. Jonathan, "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui Bank, and we have also cooperated in many fields. Then, Mr. Jonathan, what is your intention?"

　　 Mr. Jonathan quickly expressed his thoughts, "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you are buying some factories here in Sabine?"

　　 Lynch frowned, "Who did you listen to? This is not true." He shook his head, without any joking.

　　 This surprised Jonathan. He didn't know how to answer these words. Did the special representative of that bank cheat him?

Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "Although I have no plans to acquire the factory, but with such ideas and plans, you know, Nagalil has brought us a lot of profits. A market that is thriving."

　　 "They will pay for federal goods. If you have a factory in your hand, don't rush to sell it. Wait a while, maybe there will be a turnaround!"

　　 Lynch’s words hit Mr. Jonathan’s heart accurately, didn’t he **** think so, but those **** vampire banks wanted to destroy him before dawn!

　　 His expression is very complicated. While he recognizes Lynch as a "confidant", he hates the bank very much.

　　 "I think so too. Regardless of whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of money is starting to flow to Nagalil. We do not discuss whether it will feed back our market. The growing market over there will become the next flash point."

　　 "But the bank has been rushing recently. They plan to auction my property. I heard from my friends that you might be interested in some factories, so I took the liberty to visit them."

　　 "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I came to see you without clarifying this, I was too reckless, I am very ashamed now, please allow me to leave..."

　　He is desperate. If Lynch doesn't buy his factory, the bank will auction it off at a low price. He knows the methods of the banks too well. He was once a beneficiary of this unspoken rule.

A house of a few thousand yuan, a car of a few hundred yuan, a factory that may cost tens of thousands of yuan, as long as people who can participate in the pink cake auction can make money as long as they can photograph anything or anything. Just how much.

　　 He used to be a person with a knife and fork, but now he has become a cake on a plate. He is finished.

But Lynch did not let him leave immediately. "You seem to be in trouble... Mr. Jonathan." He remembered the name of Mr. Jonathan for a while. I don’t know why the name of such a small person is so "cunning". People forget it unknowingly.

　　 "Maybe I can give you some help, even some suggestions are good."

"When I was in Nagalil, I was very wary of their local clan forces, which also reminded me that if we unite people with the same qualities, our enemies will also be so vigilant. Fear us."

　　 Mr. Jonathan is completely desperate, he is a little indifferent now, when Lynch asks, he doesn't care whether to say or not.

"If I can't collect a sum of money as soon as possible to return the bank's debts, they will auction my factory. You know, the money is definitely not enough for me to pay the bank!", his palms of both hands are tightly tightened by his legs Clamped, fingers kept churning in places where people could not see, "I'm done, Mr. Lynch..."

　　 Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was going to see him off. He also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "What, wine?"

Mr. Jonathan, who originally wanted to refuse, was a little moved. He hasn't drunk for a long time. The cheapest wine is not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help but slide twice. He remembered his past life. "Come here?"

Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself, one for Mr. Jonathan, "I understand what happened to you, to put it simply, the bank wants to sell your hopes, and then you have to continue to bear huge debts. ,right?"

　　 Mr. Jonathan nodded his head while holding the cup in both hands, and could not wait to pour the wine into his throat. He suddenly coughed violently. After apologizing, he felt more comfortable.

　　 Lynch brought him a wine bottle and poured some more for him, "The bank's practices really make people...", he shook his head, "Which bank do you owe money?"

　　 "Golden Hui!"

　　 At this time, Mr. Jonathan just wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This may be the last time in his life to taste such a delicious high-end wine. He drinks more.

　　 "Wait for a moment!" Lynch said and stood up, "I have a good relationship with the senior management of Jinhui. Maybe I can help you figure out a solution."

　　 As he said, he stepped aside and started to call.

　　 At first, Mr. Jonathan was very concerned about what Lynch was talking about, but soon he started drinking frequently.

　　 About ten minutes later, he was already a little drunk. Then Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head, "There is no good news."

Mr. Jonathan gave a miserable smile, "Thank you for doing this for me. This is already very touching. I will solve the rest by myself." He said and stood up, "Thank you for your wine. Mr. Lynch, you are a good person!"

　　 He said and walked outside. Just as he was about to leave this room, when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly called him, "Maybe I can help you..."

　　 Mr. Jonathan looked back at him, and he continued, "I can buy your business and give you enough money to cover the bank loan..."

　　 Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I am grateful to you, Mr. Lynch, but you don’t have to do this. It’s not fair to you."

　　 Lynch also stood up, holding the wine glass, "You need some patience, Jonathan, can I call you that?"

"certainly!"

　　 "Listen, Jonathan, I'm also a businessman. I won't make a loss-making business. Even if I'm helping you, I won't let myself lose too much."

　　 It may be that Lynch’s sincere attitude made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possibility for a solution, and he started to calm himself down as much as possible.

　　 "I have a proposal. As much as you owe the bank, I will spend as much money to buy your business. I will give the bank directly to the bank, and you will lend me the extra money!"

　　 Mr. Jonathan shook his head after listening, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly paid me back all the debts, I may not make so much money in my life to pay back the money I owe you..."

Lynch raised his hand and stopped him, "This is another part of what I want to say. We have all talked about the development momentum of Nagalil..." Although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, he was still very aware. He nodded, confirming this statement.

　　 "Then I will lend you an extra amount of money. I believe that every successful person is not a fluke, and God will definitely support me to let you have a chance."

　　 "I will give you a ferry ticket, a loan, and then you will go to Nagalil for development. If you make money in the future, you will return all the money to me, how about?"

"In this way, you will not only have the opportunity to prove to all those who spit on you and believe that you have failed incurably and prove them wrong, and let you realize how superficial they are, you can also prove to yourself that you have fallen. , You can still get up!"

　　 "If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the story between us will become a legend."

　　 "If you fail, at least we have worked hard, and you also said that your factory will definitely make money in the future, right?"

　　 "Make a little less money, trade a friend, trade a miracle, it is worth it!"

　　……

　　 Mr. Jonathan never thought he would cry, especially after he became an adult. He thought crying was a symbol of weakness, but this time he cried.

　　 Tears gush out from the tear ducts like a flood of a bank. He said that he had drunk too much, and he thought of his deceased family members. In fact, he was simply venting the turbulent emotions in his heart.

　　 It's not sad ~lightnovelpub.net~ It's not a surprise, it's just venting, simply venting.

　　 The weather was pretty good in the morning, but he was kicked into the abyss by the bank's commissioner. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he didn't expect to slip deeper.

Just when he himself thought that he was not saved, completely finished, and completely "looking away", Lynch stretched out his hand, a vital hand. Apart from crying, he could only use the simplest "thank you". Come and thank Lynch for everything he has done for him.

　　 Lynch held this Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying bitterly, while saying something full of hope for a better future.

　　 After Mr. Jonathan’s mood calmed down, he expressed his most sincere gratitude.

　　 After negotiating some details, Mr. Jonathan got up and left. Lynch kindly gave him some change, three hundred yuan, enough for him to buy a suitable set of clothes and rearrange himself.

　　 After agreeing to sign the contract, Lynch sent someone to send away Mr. Jonathan who was grateful to Dade. Mr. Jonathan who walked out of the house suddenly felt that the world had become so bright, and there was no more darkness and despair before!

　　 He stood outside Lynch’s villa and took a deep breath, his ambition rekindled!

　　 At the same time, he also firmly believed in a saying.

　　Mr. Lynch is a conscientious capitalist!

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