Chapter 64: The Rebirth of Gettnau Financial

Joegleman knew Lynch's method was very special, but he wouldn't disclose anything about it to other people until he had a clear and definite goal. 

Speaking out casually may expose things that shouldn't be known to others, potentially turning it into a scandal or even a misconduct case. He wanted to maintain silence and observe the surrounding environment first. But even if he had a clear goal in the end, he would probably be still hesitant to face it.

Nevertheless, he still had a resolute decision in his mind, firmly convinced that it was the correct choice. 

Recently, the only person with whom he had business dealings, which involved a thirty thousand buck reward, was Lynch. Undoubtedly, this was definitely a gift from Lynch. However, he found himself unable to speak out, making it impossible for him to return the money; as a result, this money would remain in his pocket, transforming into an unconventional reality.

Being a bank credit department manager, he had ways to handle this money, whether by depositing it into an overseas account or legally funneling it back into his own account through investment channels and fund channels. For him, it was a simple matter.

He flicked the check before placing it in the drawer. Simultaneously, he came to the realization that this wouldn't be the final instance of receiving money from Lynch. Somehow, an anticipation for the intriguing collaborations with Lynch, this fascinating young man, began to grow within him. He was convinced that the upcoming ventures would be exceptionally interesting.

In situations like these, maintaining a tacit and unspoken silence was of utmost importance.

A few days passed quickly. Early in the morning, Lynch entered the bank's internal parking lot driving a car borrowed from elsewhere. This was where the money would be loaded into the vehicle.

When he parked the car, three client managers who were in communication with him had been waiting for a while. Excitement was evident on their faces as one million six hundred thousand in cash, equivalent to a hundred and sixty stacks of one hundred buck bills, was staggering when piled together.

Most people, or rather, the vast majority, wouldn't see so much money stacked together in their entire lives. They could only imagine the scene with an admiring tone, saying, "It must be quite shocking."

However, the actual shock, and stimulation, far exceeded their imagination when facing this money.

Even three client managers who worked in the bank, accustomed to the flow of money, experienced a brief moment of daze upon seeing so much cash.

They eagerly anticipated Lynch's reaction. If more people displayed awkward responses to money, it might help ease their slight dissatisfaction with their recent embarrassing reactions. Additionally, it could fulfill their psychological desire to relish in the embarrassment of others.

They were destined to be disappointed because the man standing in front of them had not only seen one million six hundred thousand in cash, but also sixteen million, and even one hundred sixty million. This amount was nothing more than a drizzle to him.

"Do you... not find it shocking?" one of the client managers couldn't help but ask, wanting to explore whether Lynch's calm demeanor was genuine or an act. He emphasized, "Here is one million six hundred thousand, one million six hundred thousand!"

Looking at the somewhat excited expression of the client manager, Lynch just nodded calmly. He walked to the side of the steps, looking at the money placed there, casually picking up a stack.

Unlike the preference of people on the streets to roll the money together, these bills were bundled together with paper bands.

He casually flipped through the stack of bills, the banknotes making a soft rustling sound. In the released air, a distinct scent of ink lingered. Ten thousand bucks, all in this bundle!

He smiled faintly, and threw the money back, "one million six hundred thousand, sixteen thousand bills. It probably weighs about twenty kilograms when combined..." He turned to the client manager, his expression and gaze seemed to ask, "What more do you want me to say?"

Faced with Lynch's calmness, the client manager chuckled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. After Lynch's remark, he also felt that one million six hundred thousand wasn't as impressive as he had initially thought.

The excitement on the faces of the surrounding staff, including the police, quickly disappeared. Suddenly, they felt a bit... indescribably awkward.

What was initially a unique event ended abruptly, somewhat disappointing.

The customer manager, after losing all the excitement, asked out of formality, "Would you like to inspect it?"

In fact, he knew Lynch wouldn't verify it. Firstly, this was a bank; there wouldn't be counterfeit money in a bank. Secondly, the cost of making counterfeit money was too high, and there was no guarantee of making a profit.

If one possessed the skill and craftsmanship for counterfeiting money, it would be much better to create counterfeit cash checks. Not only was the production process simpler, but they were also easy to use.

This was just a formality. However, he didn't expect Lynch to take it seriously.

"Of course." Lynch picked up another stack of bills and lightly flicked them. The moment his fingertips touched the bills, he received clear feedback.

The forgery technology of this era was limited. Not to mention various "photolithography plates," even copper plate engraving and corroded plate techniques were considered high-end. It was almost impossible to create a touch close to real currency.

They only knew ordinary printing technology, making it easy for people to detect counterfeit money.

After randomly checking about a third of the money, Lynch signaled that it was enough. The police, who had been observing, solemnly signed their names on a form, indicating that Lynch had approved these banknotes after inspection.

One might think the bank was being excessive. However, the reason why they were doing this was not to protect the client but to protect themselves.

The money was eventually packed into three suitcases, with each suitcase capable of holding only five hundred thousand. These were the larger suitcases purchased by Lynch, and if they were the smaller ones, each could only accommodate two hundred thousand.

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

It was an inconspicuous roadside house without even a sign. However, Lynch had no intention of putting up a sign. It was like a piece of toilet paper; it would be discarded once used, impossible to keep in the pocket forever.

Shortly after the police left, Mr. Fox arrived personally with his men. They entered through the back door, and when they saw three boxes plus one hundred thousand in cash in the room, everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid.

"How… how much is here?" Mr. Fox, who had dealt with money for half of his life, felt like he had returned to the state he was in twenty years ago—youthful, pulsating with energy, and full of strength.

He gently stroked the cash inside the suitcase with hands that had already loosened skin, as earnestly and meticulously as if caressing a lover's skin.

"One million six hundred thousand exactly..." Lynch walked to the side of the suitcase, took out six more stacks from the suitcase, and placed them together with another ten thousand. "This is my share."

Mr. Fox stared at Lynch, his gaze undergoing some changes. At first, it was fierce, but soon softened. He nodded, "This is what you deserve."

Lynch put the money aside and returned to the office. When he came back, he took out a document and handed it over.

"This is a cash withdrawal certificate issued by the bank, witnessed by the local police station. In the future, if someone questions the legality of your cash when you make large cash payments, you can show them this."

"By the way, it's best to make a copy. You'll need it frequently."

If Mr. Fox had expressed dissatisfaction with Lynch taking the money just now, Lynch wouldn't have presented this document. He had many ways to make Mr. Fox spit out his share with interest.

Fortunately, when faced with such a large sum of money, Mr. Fox restrained his greed, thereby avoiding a lot of trouble.

Flipping through the documents, Mr. Fox subconsciously asked, "Does that mean all my money can be..."

He looked up at Lynch in anticipation. Upon seeing Lynch nodded, Mr. Fox's face lit up with joy.

He patted Lynch's shoulder, took out one... two stacks and placed them on Lynch's share, considering it as a reward for Lynch.

With this set of documents, the remaining money in his hands could be brought to light. Moreover, all his money could be revealed to the public, and all of this originated from this set of documents and Lynch's assistance.