At nine forty, Richard came to the cafe early and sat down.

He chose a corner near the window, where the lighting is good, and the almost invisible glass wiped by the clerk can observe the situation on the street very high.

It is not very far from the door leading to the back hall, only a few steps away.

He sat facing the door and was in a daze.

He thought of many things with or without meaning, such as the seat he chose.

When he was a salesman under Lynch, he often went out to eat with Lynch. At that time, Lynch would always choose to have a window with his back to the wall and sit down facing the door.

Richard was very strange and curious. Once he couldn't help but the curiosity in his heart and asked Lynch this question.

"Boss, why do you choose this position to sit down every time?"

Lynch told him at the time because it was safe.

Safety?

Richard didn't understand at the time, and Lynch told him patiently that in such a position, one could see at a glance who the person walking in and whether there were other people outside.

Once some conflict occurs, there is no need to consider the attack from behind at all, just concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front.

If you can fight, you can fight, if you can't, you can find a chance to smash the window and escape.

Richard couldn't help laughing after listening to it. He felt that a gang member must have told Lynch, because this statement was like a trick that some gangs would use.

Richard asked Lynch again why he had no enemies.

Lynch told him at the time that it is not stupid to remain vigilant at any time.

Any time!

Suddenly, he remembered something from the past. Lynch was younger than him, but he had a wealth of experience that far surpassed him. Sometimes he would wonder if Lynch just looked young.

After all, some people are like this. They seem to be only forty or fifty years old, but in fact they are already fifty or sixty years old.

So it seems that you are in your twenties, but in fact it is not impossible to be in your thirties.

From graduating high school to entering society, Lynch could not have so much experience and experience in just two or three years.

Unless he has mastered these things since he was born.

When his thoughts drifted here, Richard couldn't help but laugh. He knew he was thinking about it, because he was not confident enough to defeat Lynch.

Once people have doubts about themselves, they will use things like gods and ghosts to avoid their incompetence.

Lynch also said this sentence.

He shook his head and reached out to touch the holster covered by his clothes. Suddenly he felt relieved.

Even the Lord could be stabbed to death with a single shot. Even if Lynch was born sacred, he could not escape a bullet.

Time passed bit by bit, and finally pointed to ten o'clock.

Lynch appeared outside the café when the second hand of the wall clock was pointing at 9:59:45.

Fifty seconds had passed by the time he walked in, and when he walked to the table and sat down, it was exactly nine minutes and fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

"It looks like I'm not late." Lynch smiled, "A cup of hand-ground coffee, thank you."

The waiter turned and left. Lynch cocked his legs and looked at Richard, "I had something last night, and I couldn't explain it on the phone. What do you want to talk to me?"

Richard took his hand out of his pocket, and he took a sip of his coffee. He was anxious to see Lynch, but for a while, he was not so anxious.

He knows Lynch very well, and Lynch is indeed great. If he acts too anxiously, he might let Lynch discover some of his problems.

He still remembers that Lynch told him that observing details can guess a person's mind, and he doesn't want to be the one guessed!

"Someone is selling the company's stock, and millions of shares have been quietly sold in one day." He slowly put down the coffee cup, and then looked up at Lynch.

The tone is calm, and the feeling is like talking about small things with trivial opinions.

Lynch looked at him with a smile on his face, "How can you be sure that someone is selling, rather than natural market behavior?"

"It's you, right?" Richard didn't answer Lynch's question because he couldn't answer it.

Since he couldn't answer, he would directly use rhetorical questions instead. He believed that Lynch's heart had changed a little at this time. He stared at Lynch's eyes, trying to find Lynch's mood swings.

Unfortunately, Lynch's eyes did not change at all.

"Is me, or not me, does it make any sense to you?"

Richard thought for a while and closed his mouth.

At this time, the waiter came over with Lynch's coffee and then left.

Lynch took a sip of coffee, sipped it, and nodded in satisfaction, "It's much better than the coffee in the Presidential Palace. You haven't been to the Presidential Palace. You don't know how bad the coffee is over there."

Richard chuckled lightly, "Actually you don't answer me, I also know that you must have done it. When did it start?"

Lynch pursed his lips, "This question makes it difficult for me to answer. In fact, it has been since the last time we met in the Federation."

"It's just that some plans are different from what I imagined. I am not a god, and I can't predict your every behavior. You are too high-profile, Richard."

Lynch behaved elegantly, calmly, and calmly. The more he was like this, the more nervous Richard became, and he was already sweating.

Lin Qi's demeanor and aura gave him a terrible feeling, as if he was already a bug on the spider web, unable to struggle, and could only watch himself go to extinction.

He swallowed, "Why do you ask me to do it?"

His voice was a bit high, "It used to be this way, and it is still this way. You always tell me that I should do this and should do that, but you have never considered me from my perspective!"

In Richard's opinion, is it not a "requirement" for him to learn from Lynch's strengths?

If Lynch wants him to do this, he must do it and learn how Lynch does it.

Lynch now says that he is high-profile, and he knows that he is promoting the listing of Yuanyuan Fund.

He has his own ideas. This is the best chance to get rid of Lynch. As long as he completes this plan and waits for the fourth quarter earnings report, the stock rises sharply, and he can cash out at least more than 100 million fras!

With this money, what can't he do?

He doesn't need to be timid anymore, he can face Lynch directly, and even break his wrist with Lynch!

But now Lynch is here accusing him of being too high-profile, and the dissatisfaction in his heart exploded in an instant.

There was no one in the cafe, and the only waiter stood a little further away, seeming to leave space for these two people.

"I didn't ask you what you must do. I just provided you with a possibility as a reference. Maybe it is the most suitable to do it according to the method I provided."

Lynch picked up the stirrer, stirred the coffee, slowly stirring, and the mellow aroma began to exude, "I respect your personality freedom, you can act according to your own ideas, it doesn't matter, that's your freedom."

"We are Federal. We can fight for freedom and die for freedom. I respect all your rights."

"But if you have your own ideas, then you can't stop me from having my ideas."

"You want to ruin my plan, yes, I didn't stop you and even helped you, so why do you blame me?"

Richard's expression was a little struggling, a little savage, and Lynch told him without reservation that when this was what he did, he still had some hesitation in his heart.

Do you want to tear your face with Lynch?

I didn't think it before, but when facing Lynch at this time, the huge pressure made him hesitate about his choice.

But these hesitations were quickly swallowed by anger and other emotions.

If he bowed his head, he would not be able to escape the shadow of Lynch in his life. What would his subordinates and partners think of him?

They will definitely leave him. He doesn't want to work for others all his life. He wants to be his own boss.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Lynch, breathing heavily, "I haven't lost yet, Lynch."

"This is the first time you call me by name, and you haven't used the honorific name yet." Lynch made a small comment, and he took another sip of his coffee.

The roasting time of Gevlar's coffee beans is longer than that of the Federation, so that the oiliness and aroma can be emitted, and there will be no slight sourness.

However, the bitterness will be significantly amplified, and the federal people can tolerate the sourness. After all, their judgment on the freshness of the fruit is whether it is sour or not, but they cannot tolerate the bitterness.

The fact that more sugar is added to coffee in other countries is a good indication of this, which also makes Gafra's coffee have a completely different characteristic from federal coffee.

"Don't look down on people!" Richard's emotions are a little out of control again. He always lowers Lynch's head. Now the more Lynch is like this, the more angry he is. His hands are even inserted in his pockets. The cloth touched the holster.

It seems that only such a method can make him feel that he still has the power of control.

Lynch smiled carelessly, "Do you remember, Richard, I taught you how to observe details."

Without waiting for Richard to say anything~lightnovelpub.net~ Lynch put down the coffee cup, "Actually I knew you had a gun since you came in, but I haven't considered whether it will be used."

"You don't know that holding a weapon can improve the situation between us. In fact, you don't need to try, because you can't change anything."

"At least two guns are aimed at your head. As long as I make a move or you make a dangerous move, the bullet will blow your head."

"In your opinion, you may have been'grown up', just like an adolescent psychologically rebellious child, you can face the world calmly."

"But in my opinion, you are still too tender, and your results tomorrow will all come from your choice yesterday!"

"You have finished one step, it's me next!"

Lynch smiled and took the coffee cup and drank it, "It tastes good, but you don't need a treat." He took out two dollars and pressed it under the saucer, and then nodded slightly to say goodbye when he got up.

"Goodbye, Richard!"