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The Wealth Code

If you could live your life over again, what would it be? Or like this time, to be an ordinary person, Or take the world as the stage, stir up the world, let the whole world dance around you, let people's hearts beat faster because of your every word and action? Write your own laws, set the rules I said, life is just a few decades, either light up yourself, or burn the world! In a strange universe, a world completely different from what we know,in a unique class, a professor who has been awarded many international academic honors, with his humble, awe and respect, wrote a name on the blackboard - Lynch!"

Lifeiyu2001 · Fantasy
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178 Chs

0025 The Versatile Young Master

A large number of patents that he had heard of and had not heard of were obviously not something that could be decided in two or three minutes, and Lynch made a verbal agreement with the law firm to wait until he had prepared the materials, and then instructed the law firm to go with him to the Department of Social Services to register them.

In fact, he can be able to register patent information without the accompaniment of an attorney, but there are some issues that he may not be able to really resolve, such as state-wide patents, federal patents and world patents and the applicability of various related provisions, in order to maximize the avoidance of future loopholes by others, it is best to find an attorney accompanied by an attorney.

After discussing these matters he made a trip back to the warehouse, and Richard, one of these industrious little bees, made another trip back in the two hours or so he had been gone.

A large box of change looks extraordinarily impressive, even if they are just coins, but also precisely because they are coins, these little cuties shimmer with a sheen that can directly make people associate them with wealth.

Now the biggest problem is still the problem of counting the money, perhaps you can first have the coin splitter made at the same time, incidentally, the patent registered, the next thing he wants to do is not only Mr. Fox's business, but also the whole city of Sebring's business, this is a big deal.

Lynch washed the coins with a chemical cleaner after passing them through a UV light to dry, and waited for Mr. Fox's men to collect the coins.

Lynch will talk to Mr. Fox on the phone one more time before their man arrives to make sure that the man coming to pick up the shipment is one of Mr. Fox's men.

Over sixteen hundred dollars were credited in the morning, and the pace was a great deal faster again than yesterday, especially Richard, who was almost equal to the other two combined in speed and quantity, and was the one who worked the hardest.

The other two toolmen were a little slower in exchanging their change, and they had asked Richard why he was always able to exchange all the money in his pockets for change quickly and well, and Richard always had a silly grin on his face and said that more runs would be better.

Lynch knew his trick, but didn't reveal it, and Richard scaled back some of his income to change whole money into change, instead of pennies.

It may look as if his earnings have been reduced, but in fact he has instead made far more progress than anyone else because of his increased speed and volume.

In an environment of relative fairness, income differences of some distance stimulate competitiveness among people, which is actually a good thing.

A whole day was consumed with this tiny company, in fact he didn't have to soak up all the time, but so far Vera hadn't been able to make anyone trustworthy, plus there were some things that other people might not be able to do, so for the time being, he had to work hard for himself first.

At the beginning of any micro-enterprise, the first person the owners tend to oppress and exploit is themselves, and in the process they gradually master how to properly oppress and exploit their workers - by practicing it on themselves, they eventually take the most determined and powerful step towards becoming capitalists.

A little later in the day, Lynch returned to the warehouse area after dropping Vera off at home, and after shutting off the power briefly fiddled with it, creating what looked like a shorting point caused by a rodent gnawing on it, and then pushed the electric switch.

After a brief sound that resembled some sort of sustained high-frequency vibration, the light that had just come on dimmed once more, and Lynch walked calmly over to her desk and lifted the phone.

It wasn't long before an electrician from the warehouse district arrived, an experienced looking electrician in his thirties, who first looked at the fuse box, and after removing the blown fuse started looking for the point of the short circuit while reporting back to Lynch about the situation here.

At the same time, he gave Lynch a writing pad with a stack of forms, a circuit reporting form common to Sabine and the entire state.

The electrician will use the completion of this form as proof of their bonus on top of their base salary each month, the more sheets they have then the more bonus they will get.

The incentive system is also essentially a form of oppressive exploitation, though people actually prefer this to other forms of abject expression.

When the electrician wasn't looking, Lynch tore off the top one and put it in a desk drawer, then on the second one started filling out the form for the repair report.

After about ten minutes or so, the electrician found the spot, and when he looked at it, he said to Lynch, "You've got rats in the warehouse, sir, and I'd suggest that you get an exterminator to come over and do an extermination, or they might even damage the wiring here ..."

Rats chewing up wiring isn't an oddity, it happens so many times a year that the electrician has long gotten used to it, and as he replaces the wires, he continues, "I've got a business card here, so if you've got something like that in mind you can contact them and mention my name and they'll give you a proper discount!"

He glanced back at Lynch, who was filling out a form, then quickly separated and replaced the wires.

A little later he glanced at the form Lynch had filled out and tore off a portion of it and handed it to Lynch; sometimes the department above would do random checks on these repair orders, and the power companies weren't stupid enough to pay their electricians in full compliance with them; they could always find some problem with refusing to pay a portion of them.

At the same time, he handed a business card to Lynch, who naturally took it, shook his hand, and saw him off.

He didn't pay for the repairs and labor right away; at the end of the month the power company would send another copy of these repair bills to the bank, which has a collection service, and their service fees are much more economical and safer than the uncertainty of electricians charging on the spot and manually reminding them of their fees, as well as the high cost of the extra labor, so at the end of the month the bills would be mailed directly to the warehouse side of the house.

As for whether someone would move out overnight to avoid the books, it was basically unlikely to happen, and Lynch had paid enough of a security deposit and advance rent when he rented the warehouse that it was clearly not worth throwing away that money for something that wasn't much more than a few dollars.

On the way back he chose a stationery store at random and purchased a large writing pad and some greaseproof paper for printing promotional posters.

Slightly rough on one side, with a thin layer of wax on the other, the die sheet is pressed onto the paper, pushed with an ink roller, and a small poster of ink capable of causing large stains appears.

This greaseproof paper is much like an electrician's repair order, with a waxed surface that protects some water-based or oil-based stains from irreversibly damaging the paper itself.

After the stationery store owner cut a small portion to Lynch's specifications, he returned to his temporary rented room with a writing pad, a pile of nothing but greaseproof paper and a blank repair slip.

After a little bit of food he changed into the electrician's outfit he had bought back earlier, there were quite a few places where this kind of thing could be purchased, it was not a regulated commodity and anyone had the power to buy it.

He then placed the repair order at the top of the greaseproof paper, clipped it to his writing pad, and after depressing the brim of his hat left the place through the back of the tavern in the rubbing darkness.

About twenty or so minutes later, he appeared around Michael's neighborhood.

He thought masthead's sneaking around last night might have been a sign that he was about to strike, an opportunity that also required him to be on his guard.

Lynch was never a good guy, at least his own and the Judge's opinion, but he also thought he wasn't a bad guy, and that all those who went to their doom because of him actually died because of their own greed.

He was merely taking advantage of some people's greed, he was not a good person but definitely not a bad person, if those people didn't have greedy hearts, and reason was able to suppress their desires and impulses, then no one would have gotten hurt.

He had to keep an eye on masthead, he couldn't let him get things out of his control.