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Chapter 220 - 0218 Greedier than Greed [This Chapter is sponsored by: ’You are the Most Beautiful Cloud in My Heart’, additional - 1/8]

Chapter 220: 0218 Greedier than Greed [This Chapter is sponsored by: ’You are the Most Beautiful Cloud in My Heart’, additional Chapter 1/8]

"Money has never been the protagonist causing problems!" Lynch leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands and resting them on his legs.

This statement brought a broad smile to the lawyer’s face. Whether it was an illusion or not, his posture seemed less upright.

After sitting down, he took a small double-sided desk clock out of his bag and placed it on the table, then pressed a button, making the second hand on the clock move rapidly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Under the influence of wealth, a thirty-something-year-old, who attended college and successfully obtained a lawyer’s qualification, someone seen as outstanding by many, bowed his head and bent his waist to a twenty-one-year-old young man, even using honorifics.

Lynch handed the lawyer the court notice and a sales agreement, and the lawyer quickly got to work.

He carefully reviewed each clause, marking them with different colors to indicate different meanings. About ten minutes later, he put down the documents, "This agreement is very comprehensive. It’s evident that it was crafted by a skilled colleague."

The lawyer shrugged his shoulders, "Although I’m not used to praising colleagues in my work, he did an excellent job."

"So, what is your question, Mr. Lynch?"

Lynch asked a question that the lawyer never thought of, "How can I make the detention of these goods last longer?"

He didn’t ask how to recover the loss, only how to make the detention of the goods last longer, leaving the lawyer momentarily unsure of what angle to answer from.

He flipped his wrist holding the pen, redirecting his gaze from some lines in the agreement back to Lynch’s young face, "You can sue these people, of course, you can also file a withdrawal. They knowingly promised the nature of these items despite knowing there was a problem with their source and sold them to you, which is fraudulent behavior. You are also a victim."

"So..." he flipped through the documents again, "If you separate these two cases, filing them individually rather than jointly for supplementary prosecution, until the results of both cases are out, these items must be stored in a judge-designated area."

After listening, Lynch pondered for a moment, took three brand-new twenty-dollar bills from the drawer, handed them over, and extended his hand, "Thank you very much for providing me with such professional services. This is our agreed commission."

The lawyer, a bit bewildered, realized the matter was resolved with just a few words in less than twenty minutes, which was quite different from what he had anticipated.

However, as Lynch showed clear signs of seeing him out, he politely stood up, shook Lynch’s hand vigorously, "I am pleased to serve a successful individual like you. Do you need further legal services?"

He added some self-introduction, "Currently, in contract litigations, I hold a higher win rate than other lawyers in Sabin City, at the top of the industry, and my fees are much cheaper!"

A smile that the lawyer couldn’t quite decipher appeared on Lynch’s face. He stuffed the money, which the lawyer hadn’t immediately accepted, into the lawyer’s pocket with words difficult for him to comprehend, "You are professional in legal matters, but when it comes to capital, I am the professional. It was nice talking to you, I have learned quite a bit of useful knowledge, goodbye!"

The lawyer had no choice but to release his hand, pack up his things, and leave quickly.

Sitting back in his chair, Lynch thought for a while and dialed Asir’s number, "Help me check the specific information about Nell’s previous company and its partners. I have a new business plan."

After hanging up, Lynch sat at his desk contemplating his matters, legs crossed, and thumbs touching while the other fingers intertwined, forming a circle with his hands.

He pressed his hands onto his raised leg, eyes fixed on the office door, but if someone else were in the office at that moment, they would see that he seemed to stare at the door but actually wasn’t.

His gaze pierced through the narrow perception of space, seeing far beyond, even unraveling the mysteries of time!

Capital has never been tame. Some say capital is the most suitable thing for social development trends because only the fittest survive here; those less fit are continuously eliminated, driving social progress.

This statement might not be entirely correct nor entirely wrong.

Any capital wanting to develop rapidly cannot avoid mergers within legal confines—big fish eating small fish or small fish eating big ones—as long as it doesn’t exceed the rules or even slightly edges the line, it can be accepted.

What he’s eying now is not just Tom’s workers’ houses and their belongings, but more importantly, the workers themselves who can create endless value and their former employer, along with the impending three million.

If he can swallow all these at once, his wealth will soar dramatically, and his voice in Sabin City will become even louder!

At this moment, the factory owner manipulated by Lynch was dining in a high-end restaurant, having replaced his previous panic with calm as the impending huge compensation was enough to get him through the financial crisis this time.

Honestly, he couldn’t imagine that the bankruptcy crisis he faced would be resolved like this. The workers naively thought no problems would arise, but the results were significantly more severe than they expected.

This unprecedented general strike was the first enormous destructive wave since the establishment of Bail Federal, so after resolving some issues, the Federation government decided to set an example and hold people accountable.

To some extent, the purpose was also to appease some capitalists, as the capitalists had also suffered severe losses.

The Federation government knows better than anyone that society cannot function without capitalists; without them, society would be as lifeless as a pond of dead water.

At this moment, sitting opposite the factory owner was an ordinary young man, but not too ordinary because pinned to his chest was a badge marking his legal qualification — he was a lawyer.

"I’m worried those destitute folks won’t be able to gather the money. Should we reduce the compensation request a bit?"

After a satisfactory meal, the factory owner shared his views with the lawyer, feeling that the compensation demand exceeding three million was too exaggerated. Even with the judge’s support, those paupers would find it hard to pay him back.

Moreover, he knew that if pushed too hard, something terrible might happen.

The lawyer had a different opinion, "I’ve spoken with the Union’s lawyer. They indicated that as long as you’re willing to forgo pursuing Hick’s responsibility in this case, the Union will support your claim."

"Regarding the compensation amount..." the lawyer paused, "Even if it means going bankrupt, they can always gather it. If they truly can’t..."

The factory owner generously added, "Then consider it my good deed."

After speaking, the factory owner couldn’t help but laugh. The complete bankruptcy of dozens of households was insignificant to him; he only cared about himself.

While speaking, the lawyer had to remind his somewhat overly proud employer, "Sir, our compensation is based on those orders. We’re still in a precarious period. Avoid appearing in such places!"

The lawyer warned his employer, "This could place you at a disadvantage. Do you understand what I mean?"

The factory owner thought for a bit and nodded, "I understand, in the meantime, until everything concludes, I won’t spend at high-end venues again."

This statement, though not entirely correct, reassured the lawyer. Indeed, their lawsuit wasn’t entirely safe, being based on several orders held by the factory owner.

The raw materials in his warehouse were initially prepared to fulfill these orders.

However, due to economic downturns, the merchants who placed these orders didn’t transfer the startup funds in time, so the factory naturally couldn’t commence blind production.

The companies placing the orders had already paid for the initial deposit and naturally couldn’t cancel the orders but were unable to shoulder the subsequent costs, leaving these transactions stalled.

This precisely became one of the major reasons convincing the judge to support their high compensation claim.

After all, they processed items worth millions, and indeed, the factory owner lost this amount of money. Adding the costs of repurchasing raw materials and reorganizing workers for production, over three million wasn’t particularly much.

Both agreed there wouldn’t be much risk involved— the only risk stemming from those who placed the orders. But now, everyone was struggling to protect themselves, unlikely to cause trouble for the factory owner by transferring the money they still owed the factory and demanding immediate production.

After leaving the restaurant, they went to the factory, where in the office, the lawyer prepared a questionnaire and asked the factory owner to memorize it verbatim.

Once the court enters the trial phase, the workers’ attorney is bound to try to prove he isn’t just going through the motions and will pose questions.

While these seemingly childish questions to the law firm lawyers can cause unknown consequences and troubles if answered incorrectly, they insisted the factory owner make no mistakes during the Q&A session to hasten the resolution.

The simplest way was to memorize the answers. If the opposing side posed a question he didn’t know how to answer, he’d refuse to answer on the grounds of being unable to answer or deeming the question unreasonable.

Thinking about the impending three million, the factory owner felt invigorated with strength!