0033 The Past and the Coming

Rushing into someone's life isn't a smart choice, it's like when you might be feeling less than comfortable in your nasal passages and suddenly someone reaches out to pick your nose.

And regardless of whether or not he can hit that spot on the button and whether or not it's going to make you feel good, your first thought is that it's fucking disgusting because he's actually picking your nostrils with his fingers.

Feelings, life, family too, Lynch looked at Vera who looked like she was drowning, gave her a gentle hug before letting go and asked caringly, "Are you okay, it looks like you're in a bad way ..."

Her face and lips turned a little white, as if she had been in a violent shock, she looked up at Lynch and quickly withdrew her gaze before starting to pack her things, "I have some things to take care of and would like to take a leave of absence, I hope that you can approve it ..."

She wiped her tears as she fiddled with some bits and pieces of her belongings, Lynch nodded and agreed, "Sure, it's your right, and ..."

Vera looked up at him and he looked at Vera, "If you need any help, give me a call!"

Vera gave Lynch's arm a grateful shake before quickly getting up to leave, Gap had another engagement today and she felt that some things were better seen with her own eyes, maybe ... she would have to find an excuse to lie to herself and get on with life.

Of course there's more than a few possibilities that she doesn't want to admit this fact yet, and she needs to find evidence to disprove herself.

Lynch waited for about three hours or so after Vera left, and Richard and the men made two trips during that time, the money in their hands growing faster and faster to be exchanged for each of them.

I don't know if the other two men gave Richard some advantage or something else, but Richard told them how he was able to turn all the money into zeros quickly and well, so that the transactions between Lynch and Mr. Fox became more and more frequent.

After 3:30 p.m., Lynch told them to go ahead and collect it and come back in the morning to redeem it, and he gave the money to Mr. Fox's people after checking it over, all the while talking to Mr. Fox on the phone for a while.

"Friend Lynch, a lot of people in Sabine are sending their money into the bank through your methods now, you know?" , Mr. Fox's words were quiet, just a bland recounting of the reality of a situation that existed.

As Mr. Fox's money came into the bank more and more rapidly, the people who were engaged in the business in Sabine pretty much figured out how he did it, and they too began to follow Mr. Fox's method of turning their money into loose change, filing their tax returns, and depositing it in the bank.

Except that unlike Mr. Fox, they have no "middleman" and do not have to pay an additional ten percent commission.

Some of his handlers had asked the question more than once, why did Mr. Fox maintain a good trading relationship with Lynch when everyone could do it, rather than cross Lynch to exchange change himself?

That way he could save ten percent, and a little faster, and ten percent of hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars of property isn't a small amount anymore.

Mr. Fox, who had a little heart, but had not yet done it himself, as those men had done, told Lynch about it, and wanted to hear what he thought of it.

Thinking that Mr. Fox was as good as his name, Lynch said over the phone after a little pause, "Mr. Fox, you'd be hard pressed to spot a mosquito in a thousand flies, but trying to spot a fly in a thousand mosquitoes is pretty easy."

"When we're the only ones doing it, no one cares what we do, we're just a minority. But when everyone is on board, they'll just force certain people to move."

"This is going to start a war, the only advice I can give you is ...", he laughed softly, "don't take money from people, it won't be long before you realize why I'm saying this. "

Mr. Fox heard only some concern, "Well, wouldn't it be best if we paused for a while?"

"No, there's no need for that, we're both doing legitimate business, why should we stop, I'd rather they come and look into our dealings so that we can clear the slate on us instead."

Lynch wasn't really finished with his words, if the F.R.S. found nothing after checking him out, it was the same as providing him with an alternative advertisement, and people would be more inclined to work with him next, but there was no need for Mr. Fox to know about these things.

The two hung up after a few more inconsequential words, and Lynch shook his head after glancing at the phone and began to take over some of the tasks that should have been handled by Vera.

Vayla taught him how to register his income, the Great Empire was very much a single type of business at the moment, so this was not complicated.

He took the money with him to the tax office to apply for a certificate and then sent it to the bank, and with the certificate of registration from the tax office, this part of the money in his hand could easily enter the legal circulation system of the bank.

When Richard and the others came over to him tomorrow with the change to exchange, he just had to write a cash check, it wasn't safe to keep too much cash on him.

The purpose of doing so is to avoid possible loopholes on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is also improving the bank's flow with the individual, which will correspondingly improve when the bank evaluates his personal credit in the future.

A little later, he returned to the second floor of the tavern.

The summer heat had finally arrived late, and the temperatures were getting hotter and hotter, with no air conditioning, much less fans, and these were making the street-facing house almost turn into a steamer.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the number of people who came to consume cold drinks in the evening became a lot more, and with those female dancers being able to perform more vigorously, the tavern was open until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening every day before it would close.

The noisy and noisy environment made Lynch a bit unable to carry on, and he pondered that with so much money in his hands, he could almost consider purchasing a house in, no matter whether it was security or applicability, it was far better than here.

He was thinking about what kind of house to buy and the price of it when there was a knock on the door.

He rolled over and sat up, grabbed a screwdriver, and stood by the door and asked in a low voice, "Who's out there?"

"Police, sir, there's something we want to talk to you about!" , Lynch put the starter casually in the pocket of his shirt at hand, and he opened the door a small crack, and outside stood two policemen in uniform.

The other party showed his badge in his hand with some impatience and informed Lynch that they were the Sabine City City Police, or if abbreviated ...

Well, that was a cuss word (in Chinese, SB means stupid), and Lynch opened the door to the room to welcome the two cops in, who casually looked around and stayed in the doorway.

"Lynch?" , one of the policemen asked, after Lynch nodded his head he took out a small notebook and a pen and began to continue his questioning, "You had a burglary here a few days ago?"

Lynch nodded again, and he also gave a definite time, as well as the police precinct that had responded to the call, all of which matched the information in the hands of the two officers.

"I read the call out report and it says you lost a silver ring ..."

"No, it's a gold ring, Mr. Policeman!" , Lynch interrupted the policeman decisively, and added, "On the inner band of the ring are also the words 'My Beloved Kathleen', and that's the ring I was going to give to my girlfriend."

The two policemen looked at each other, basically certain that there wasn't any problem on Lynch's side, then there was a problem with the kid they caught today.

In one afternoon they had found out the identity and family of Michael Jr. They hadn't realized that Michael Jr. was actually the only child of the head of the IRS investigation team, which made the sheriff of the precinct feel a little tricky.

They have notified other precincts and the State Police of the solved burglary and have also filled in Michael Jr.'s identifying information, which also includes his photo.

That information spread quickly, and now pretty much the entire state's police system has information about the progress of the case.

Assistant Chief of the Sabine City Police Department - which could be viewed as the administrative deputy chief of the police department - the only police departments in the Bailer Federation that would have a clear position of deputy chief would be those in the first-tier cities, and there were only twenty first-tier cities, which didn't include Sabine City.

These include seventeen state capitals and three special districts, and except for these twenty cities there is no deputy chief of police position in any city police department; instead, an assistant chief of police assists the chief of police in a variety of matters.

The local assistant director felt it would be best if he could convince Lynch to go private, it wasn't that the people in the police department were afraid of Michael, an investigative team leader wasn't qualified to make the police department all fear him, it was just that the assistant director wanted to avoid some conflict.

He even hinted to the officers that if Lynch was willing to drop the case, then he could get some favors to make up for his loss, which is what the two officers showed up for.