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Lynch's approach was unusual in that he wouldn't reveal this to anyone until Joe Gleeman had a clear, definite goal.

Speaking casually would only make people who weren't supposed to know about this matter, which could be considered a scandal or even a case of fraud, and he would have to keep quiet himself first and then go and observe his surroundings, and even if he finally identified a target, he might not dare face it.

But he would have a choice in his mind that he was quite sure of and convinced that it was the right one.

Lynch was the only person with whom he could have had a relationship in recent times, a $30,000 "reward", and there was no doubt that it must have come from Lynch, and if he could not ask for it, he could not return it, and the money would sink into his pocket, and it would become a different kind of fact.

As a bank credit manager, he had his own way of dealing with the money, whether it was deposited in an overseas account or legally returned to his account through investment channels, fund channels, it was a simple matter for him.

He bounced the check and put it in a drawer, at the same time he understood that this was not the first time and it would not be the last, inexplicably he began to look forward a little bit to the next cooperation with Lynch, this interesting young man, it was bound to be very interesting.

The most important thing in such matters was unspoken reserve!

A few days passed quickly, and early in the morning Lynch drove his borrowed car to the bank's internal parking lot, where the money would be loaded onto the car.

By the time he parked the car, the three tellers he'd been corresponding with had been waiting for a while, and there was a look of excitement on the faces of all these men; one million six hundred thousand dollars in cash, or one hundred and sixty stacks of one hundred dollar bills, stacked in a shocking pile that was beyond words.

Many people, no, most people, will never see such a large amount of money piled up and can only imagine the scene with a slight sigh of "it must be very shocking.

But the shock and excitement of actually seeing this money far exceeded their imagination.

Even the three account managers, who worked in the bank and were used to seeing money transactions, had a brief moment of disorientation when they saw such a large amount of money for the first time.

They were eagerly looking forward to Lynch's performance, more people in front of this money to show the unbearable can reduce their small dissatisfaction with their own ugly just now, but also can satisfy their see other people's joke of psychology.

Just they are destined to be disappointed, because the man standing in front of them has not only seen one million six hundred thousand, sixteen million, one hundred and sixty million in cash he has seen, this point of money can only be said to be hairy.

"You ... don t feel shocked?" The account manager could not help but open his mouth, wanting to probe Lynch at this time calm performance in the end, is he pretending, or really, he stressed a sentence, "Here is one million six hundred thousand, one million six hundred thousand!"

Seeing this account manager's somewhat frenzied behavior, Lynch just nodded his head very calmly as he walked to the edge of the stairs, looked at the money placed on the stairs, and casually picked up a pile of it.

The money wasn't rolled up like the people on the street liked to do, but was put together in a zipper bag.

He fumbled with the bills, which rustled and flopped, squeezing out puffs of air with a strong smell of ink; ten thousand dollars, that's all there was!

He smiled slightly and tossed the money back, "One million six hundred thousand sixteen thousand sheets, which is about twenty kilograms here .... " He turned his head to look at the account manager, his expression and gaze as if he was asking, "Do you want me to say anything else What?

In the face of Lynch s calm, calm, the account manager laughed dryly, followed by feeling a little ashamed, after Lynch said so, he also felt that a million and six hundred thousand, that's it, there is no big deal.

The surrounding staff, including the police, the fervor on their faces also quickly disappeared, suddenly felt some ... unspeakable egg pain, this feeling female compatriots may not have experienced, unfortunately.

Originally a very special thing was hastily ended, really some spoiled.

The account manager soliloquized and politely asked, "Do you want to check it?"

In fact, he knew that Lynch would not check, first of all, this is a bank, there will be no counterfeit banknotes in the bank, the cost of making counterfeit banknotes is too high, not necessarily really profitable.

With the caliber and craftsmanship to make counterfeit bills, it would be better to make counterfeit checks, this stuff was not only easy to make, it was also good to use.

It was just a polite request, but he didn't expect Lynch to take it seriously.

"Sure!" He picked up another pile of bills and flipped them over, the contact between his fingertips and the bills able to give him an obvious feedback of information in the first moment.

The counterfeiting technology in this era was limited, not to mention the various "photolithography plates", even copper plate engraving and etching technology were still highly sophisticated, it was simply impossible to make fake coins that could come close to the feel of real coins.

They would only use ordinary printing technology, which also made it easy for people to spot the fake coins.

After taking almost a third of the money at random, Lynch indicated that he was done, and the police officer who had been watching from the sidelines signed his name on a form with a solemn expression, indicating that Lynch had recognized the bills as genuine after the sample test.

Don't think the bank was redundant, they weren't protecting their customers, they were protecting themselves.

The money ended up in three suitcases, one of which could only hold 300,000 dollars, and that's because Lynch bought an enlarged suitcase, if it was one of the smaller ones, it could only hold 200,000 dollars.

The money was loaded directly into his car, and two police officers, at Lynch's invitation, escorted him all the way back to Dyson Asset Management.

It was a nondescript little house by the side of the road, not even with a sign, and Lynch had no intention of listing it; it was just a piece of ass-wipe paper that would be thrown away when it was used up, and couldn't possibly be carried in his pocket all the time.

Soon after the police left, Mr. Fox himself arrived with his men, who came in through the back door, and when they saw three boxes and a hundred thousand dollars in cash in the room, everyone's breathing became ragged and rapid.

"How much is ... here?" Mr. Fox, who had spent half his life dealing with money, felt himself back in the state he had been in twenty years ago, young, bloodied, and full of power.

He stroked the cash in the suitcase with a hand that had grown slack, carefully and deliberately, as if he were caressing the skin of a lover.

"One million six hundred thousand whole ...," Lynch said as he stepped to the side of the case and took another six stacks out of the case and placed them with the other one hundred thousand, "That's my share."

Mr. Fox stared at Lynch, his eyes changing a bit, threatening at first but soon softening, he nodded, "You deserve it!"

Lynch set the money aside, then went back into his office, pulled out the paperwork from somewhere, and handed it over.

"This is a cash withdrawal receipt issued by the bank and witnessed by the local police, you can show this to anyone who questions the legitimacy of your cash when you withdraw large sums of cash again in the future."

"By the way, you better make a copy of this, because you're going to need it a lot!"

If Mr. Fox had simply expressed his dissatisfaction with Lynch's taking of the money, Lynch wouldn't have taken that certificate, and he would have had ways of making Mr. Fox spit out his share with interest.

Fortunately, when faced with such a large sum of money, Mr. Fox still kept his bottom line and avoided a lot of trouble.

Mr. Fox looked at the certificates while subconsciously asking, "Does this mean I still have some money left for ...?" He looked up at Lynch, who nodded slightly, and the lines on Mr. Fox's face tightened.

He patted Lynch on the shoulder and took out another stack ... was two stacks and put them on top of Lynch's share, counting them as a reward for Lynch.

With this document, the little money he had left in his hand could all see the light of day, and not only that, all of his money could see the light of day, and it all came from this document, as well as Lynch s help.