Blackstone Code

Mr. Jonathan finally met Lynch, which was his last hope.

When he entered the room, he noticed the two huge oil paintings on the wall of the living room. He seemed to have seen them at some art exhibition. The price of one of them was more than 200,000 at the time.

But he just glanced at it and withdrew his gaze. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings.

He sat where Lynch allowed him to sit, legs together, as honestly as a boy scout showed up at a campground for the first time without the care of his parents and was stared at by a group of older children.

Lynch glanced at the business card in his hand, and then returned the business card to Mr. Jonathan, "I have always had a good relationship with Jinhui Bank, and we have cooperated in many fields. So, Mr. Jonathan, what is your purpose of coming?"

Mr. Jonathan quickly expressed his thoughts, "I heard that Mr. Lynch, you are acquiring some factories here in Sabine City?"

Lynch frowned and said, "Who did you listen to? This is not true." He shook his head without the slightest hint of joking.

This surprised Jonathan. He didn't know how to answer these words. Did the bank correspondent lie to him?

Fortunately, Mr. Lynch resolved his embarrassment in time, "Although I have no plans to acquire the factory at the moment, I do have such ideas and plans. You know, Nagaril has brought us a lot of profits. That is A thriving market."

"They will pay for the federal goods. If you have a factory, don't rush to sell it. Wait a little longer, maybe there will be a turn for the better!"

Lynch's words hit Mr. Jonathan's heart very accurately. Isn't that what he fucking thought? But those damn vampire banks want to destroy him before dawn!

His expression was very complicated. On the one hand, he recognized Lynch as an "intimate person", but on the other hand, he hated the bank very much.

"I think so too. Whether the government admits it or not, a large amount of money has begun to flow to Nagali. If we don't discuss whether it will feed back to our market, the growing market there will become the next flashpoint."

"But the bank has been pressing me recently. They plan to auction my property. I heard from a friend that you might be interested in some factories, so I took the liberty to visit you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I came to see you without clarifying this. I was too reckless. I am very ashamed now. Please allow me to leave..."

He was already desperate. If Lynch didn't buy his factory, the bank would auction it off at a low price. He was very aware of the methods of these people in the bank, and he had been a beneficiary of this unspoken rule in the past.

A house costs several thousand yuan, a car costs several hundred yuan, and a factory may cost tens of thousands of yuan. Anyone who can participate in the pink cake auction can make money from anything, as long as they can take a photo of it. Just how much.

He used to be the man with the knife and fork in his hands, but now he was the cake on the plate, and he was finished.

Lynch did not let him leave immediately, "You seem to be in trouble...Mr. Jonathan." He thought for a moment before remembering Mr. Jonathan's name. The name of such a little person is somehow so "cunning" and always makes people laugh. People forget it unconsciously.

"Maybe I can give you some help, even some advice would be good."

"When I was in Nagaril, I was very wary of their local clan power. This also reminded me that if we unite people with certain similar qualities, our enemies will also follow suit. Fear us."

Mr. Jonathan was completely desperate. He now had an indifferent attitude. When Lynch asked, he didn't care whether he said it or not.

"If I can't raise a sum of money as soon as possible to repay the bank's debt, they will auction my factory. You know, the money will never be enough for me to repay the bank!" The palms of his hands were tightly held by his legs. Clamping, his fingers kept stirring where no one could see, "I'm done, Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch smiled. When he stood up, Mr. Jonathan thought he was going to give him a gift. He also stood up, but Lynch made a reassuring gesture to him, "What do you want, wine?"

Mr. Jonathan, who originally wanted to refuse, was a little moved. He hadn't drank for a long time. The cheapest wine was not cheap for him now. His throat couldn't help but slide twice. He thought of his past life. "Want some?"

Lynch quickly brought two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Mr. Jonathan, "I understand your story. To put it simply, the bank wants to sell your hope, and then you have to continue to bear huge debts." ,Is it right?"

Mr. Jonathan nodded, holding the cup with both hands, and poured the wine down his throat impatiently. He suddenly coughed violently several times. After apologizing, he felt much better.

Lynch brought him a wine bottle and poured him some more. "The bank's behavior really makes people..." He shook his head, "Which bank do you owe money to?"

"Jinhui!"

At this time, Mr. Jonathan only wanted to drink more free high-end wine. This may be the last time in his life to taste such delicious high-end wine, so he would drink more.

"Wait for me a moment!" Lin Qi said and stood up. "I have a good relationship with the top management of Jinhui. Maybe I can help you think of a solution."

As he spoke, he stepped aside and started calling.

At first, Mr. Jonathan was very concerned about what Lynch was saying, but soon he began to drink frequently.

About ten minutes later, he was already a little drunk. Lynch then returned to the sofa and sat down. He shook his head and said, "There is no good news."

Mr. Jonathan showed a sad smile, "Thank you for doing this for me. This is already very touching. I will solve the rest by myself." He said and stood up, "Thank you for the wine, Mr. Lynch, you are a good man!"

He said and walked outside. Just when he was about to leave the room, just when the whole world closed the doors and windows to him, Lynch suddenly called him, "Maybe I can help you..."

Mr. Jonathan looked back at him, and he continued, "I can buy your business and give you enough money to pay off the bank loan..."

Mr. Jonathan shook his head and said, "I appreciate you, Mr. Lynch, but you don't have to do this. It's not fair to you."

Lynch also stood up, holding the wine glass, "You need some patience, Jonathan, can I call you that?"

"certainly!"

"Listen, Jonathan, I am also a businessman. I will not do business at a loss. Even if I am helping you, I will not let myself lose too much."

Perhaps it was Lynch's sincere attitude that made Mr. Jonathan feel a real possible solution, and he began to calm down as much as possible.

"I have a proposal. I will buy your business as much as you owe the bank. I will give that part of the money directly to the bank, and you will lend me the extra part!"

After hearing this, Mr. Jonathan shook his head, "Mr. Lynch, even if you kindly help me pay off all the debts, I may not be able to make that much money in my life to repay the money I owe you..."

Lynch raised his hand and stopped him, "This is the other part of what I want to say. We just talked about the development momentum of Nagaril..." Although Mr. Jonathan was a little drunk, his consciousness was still very clear. He nodded, affirming the statement.

"Then I will lend you an extra amount of money. I believe that every successful person is not a fluke. God will definitely support me and give you another chance."

"I will give you a boat ticket and a loan, and then you go to Nagaril to develop. When you make money in the future, you can return all the money to me. How about that?"

"Not only will you have the opportunity to prove them wrong to all those people who spurned you and thought you were a hopeless failure, and realize how superficial they are, you will also be able to prove to yourself that you have fallen. , you can still get up!"

"If you succeed, I will have a successful businessman friend in the future, and the story between us will become a legend."

"If you fail, at least we have tried hard, and you also said that your factory will definitely make money in the future, right?"

"Earn a little less money in exchange for a friend and a miracle, it's worth it!"

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Mr. Jonathan never thought he could cry, especially in his adult life, when he believed crying was a sign of weakness, but this time he cried.

Tears gushed out from his tear glands like a flood from a dam. He said he drank too much and thought of his deceased family members. In fact, he was simply venting the emotions raging in his heart.

Not sad, not surprised, just venting, simply venting.

The weather was not bad in the morning, but suddenly he was kicked into the abyss by the bank's special correspondent. He thought he could get some help from Lynch, but he didn't expect to slip deeper.

Just when he thought he was hopeless, completely finished, and completely "looked away", Lynch stretched out his hand, a crucial hand. Apart from crying, he could only say the simplest "thank you" Come to thank Lynch for everything he has done for him.

Lynch hugged Mr. Jonathan, who was older than his father and was crying uncontrollably, while saying some words full of longing for a better future.

After Mr. Jonathan calmed down, he expressed his sincerest gratitude.

After negotiating some details, Mr. Jonathan stood up to leave, and Lynch kindly gave him some change, three hundred yuan, which was enough for him to buy a suitable set of clothes and rearrange himself.

After agreeing on a time to sign the contract, Lynch sent the grateful Mr. Jonathan away. When Mr. Jonathan walked out of the house, he suddenly felt that the world had become so bright, and there was no longer the darkness and despair before!

He stood outside Lynch's villa and took a deep breath, his ambition rekindled!

At the same time, he also firmly believed in a statement.

Mr. Lynch, is a capitalist with a conscience!