0004 When you don't object firmly in the first place, you've lost persistence

After leaving Mr. Fox's side, Lynch glanced around the street, after negotiating the deal, he would soon have his first entry, and the amount of that entry was directly related to how much he had put in.

The more he put in, the higher the profit would be, and this kind of business was actually highly coveted by even the top consortiums.

During this time, he had read in the newspaper that even though the whole world was in a great development and construction, how the financial economy had improved, the annual return promised by some funds had not exceeded the level of fifteen percent.

In the first quarter of this year, some detailed data of last year were disclosed in the transaction report, and the fund with the highest actual return would only have a return of 9.74 for the year, which is less than ten percent, and it has already become the fund with the most substantial profit last year.

So the deal is very important, but at the same time there is a new problem, he needs a "capital" to exchange for the change and coins.

Mr. Fox didn't talk about the money, and with his research into Lynch's background, it's impossible not to know that Lynch doesn't have a hundred dollars in his possession or bank account right now, let alone the size of the "transformation" he promised to help Mr. Fox complete as soon as possible.

He needed to get another sum of money, not too much, a few hundred or a few thousand would be enough, because this would only get faster and faster once it started, a small sum of money that he would talk to Kathryn about when he got back in the evening.

Even though he had the feeling that he was doing this a little bit ... but for the sake of the future, there was nothing to be done about it.

Little by little the time passed in lounging around, and today's Lynch returned home early, at 6:30 p.m., when Kathryn came back in from outside with a bag.

Inside were meat crumbs and some not-so-fresh looking vegetables that the supermarket she worked at was throwing away for the day, which were basically to be shared among the employees; after all, the whole point of being here to be oppressed and exploited was to get these things for free.

Back in the apartment, Catherine was a little surprised, during this time Lynch always came in late, like today he came back early, this was the first time this was the home.

In the beginning she had fantasized that Lynch could get an honest job, preferably in a factory.

Although the work in the factories is very hard and dangerous, it has to be said that the benefits and social security of the workers are the best.

Not only do these big business owners have every aspect of their business taken care of, but they are also able to join organizations like unions, which Kathleen, who works in a supermarket, cannot join because she is not a worker.

Nor is there an unofficial organization like the Cashiers' Guild.

While nightmares come and go, good dreams are easy to wake up from.

A week in a row and it looked like a newly energized Lynch was back where he started, only now with a different twist; instead of staying home, he excused himself to get a job and go out and spend time.

At the thought of this, Catherine became disheartened, feeling that her past choices were more than just stupid, they were blind.

It was also because of this experience that she realized how true her mother's words were - looking good didn't help, life needed a foundation, not good looks.

Glancing up at Lynch, she changed her shoes and carried the bag into the kitchen, where she began cleaning up the scraps of meat.

The scraps of meat were all taken from the bone racks, the shapeless kind, most of them the size of a fingertip in a bone, and for some reason they looked a little darker than the color of the neatly trimmed cuts of beef.

That's why they're so hard to sell, even at a low price, and most people don't buy them to eat themselves, but to feed to their dogs.

There's nothing wrong with these crumbs.

The silence in the room was filled with something that made it hard to bear, something that was still spreading and surging.

Lynch sat on a couch they had retrieved from the garbage and looked at his girlfriend, who was silently handling the food; it was clear that the distance between them was less than ten meters, but it was as if an abyss had appeared from the middle.

"Do you have any extra money in there...?" Lynch asked.

There was a slight pause in Catherine's hands, she didn't look back, she didn't say anything, and after a brief pause she continued working on the task at hand, "There's some of it, less than five hundred dollars, it's saved up from this year.

Saving money isn't easy, especially for these young people with only a high school education.

With rent, electricity, water, heating, some necessities, and wear and tear, plus the fact that two people live and only one works, it's not easy to save more than four hundred dollars.

Suddenly, the atmosphere had an extra hint of heaviness in it's betrayal, weighing on both men's chests.

Neither spoke again until Catherine had prepared dinner.

The usual crumbs plus a fried egg, some ragged vegetable leaves, and some lasagna noodles broken down to an inch or two.

These are the things that supermarkets have to throw away every day, and they now feed many poor families.

"My mother came to see me today...", Catherine broke the silence as she ate her meal, "She doesn't want us to continue like this, but there's no way I can convince her..."

Lynch put down his knife and fork and looked at the plate in front of the girl to add some fresh "seasoning", transparent, a little bitter, but also slightly salty.

In fact, Catherine had made it perfectly clear that she could not persuade her mother, so one of them had to be persuaded by the other, and it was only possible that she had been persuaded.

What was already unappetizing on the plate became even less so, and Lynch sighed, "When do we go?"

Kathryn was on the verge of breaking down, "Tomorrow, my mom and brother are coming to pick me up, I'm sorry, I don't want to do this, but ..."

"That's okay, you don't have to apologize, it's me who should apologize!" Lynch reached out and touched the girl's tear wet cheeks, he had to pay for what this body of his had done before.

For more than two years now, all the burdens of the two young people's lives have been placed on this girl of only twenty.

There's no doubt that Lynch is a scumbag, a very scumbag.

Such a life gradually wore away all the girl's fantasies of romance and the future, and as she went through them she began to bow to reality and fate, though perhaps in the deepest recesses of her heart she still retained a trace of fantasy.

For example...

There was no such thing, Lynch wouldn't ask the girl to stay, whether she said she wanted to leave first, or a life later, still uncertain but definitely filled with some fear and danger, it didn't really suit the girl.

It's a bit cruel to say this, but it's the truth.

After an unforgettable night for both of them, Catherine left early the next morning with her things, but left something for Lynch.

A bank book and the keys to the apartment.

Be thankful that the bank doesn't care too much about who accesses the money in the bankbook, which could also be a testament to Catherine's farewell to her former life.

In the morning, Lynch took out all the money in his bankbook, four hundred forty-nine dollars and thirty-five cents.

Then he found the landlord, and after talking to him for about half an hour, returned the house with half a month left for one hundred dollars-it would have been seventy-five, but Lynch didn't want any of that stuff.

The landlord felt that the deal couldn't be considered too much of a loss and finally agreed to it for an extra twenty-five dollars.

The change was kept for the first few days of necessity, the rest would roll into his plans, and he was a little impatient for the lesson he so desperately wanted to teach the simple world.