Darkstone Code
Chapter 75 - 0074 Sometimes fools can also say a few philosophical sentences.

Chapter 75: 0074 Sometimes fools can also say a few philosophical sentences.

Lynch came to the Warehouse District to deal with the items in these warehouses, and this wasn’t all. Mr. Fox’s other warehouses were also filled with various items. Sometimes, the collateral in a collateral agreement isn’t just one item; it’s many.

He walked ahead, with Mr. Fox and his son following behind, moving forward in a one-two formation.

"I already understand your troubles, I can solve these problems..." He slowed down a bit, allowing Mr. Fox to walk almost alongside him. "You can entrust these items to me for sale; I have a company that can handle your things here..." He casually outlined a rough area. "All of it!"

Mr. Fox’s expression showed a hint of shock. He had initially thought Lynch would handle it in other ways, like packaging them to sell to others, but he didn’t expect Lynch intended to do it himself. This slightly awakened Mr. Fox from the myth of his ever-expanding wealth.

His wealth was rapidly doubling at a speed he couldn’t have imagined before, and Lynch was advancing in an even more unimaginable way—constantly moving forward, constantly expanding, and constantly increasing!

He spent half his life running some gray industries, always worried, to have everything he has today. But look at the young man in front of him, just more than half a month ago, he was only an ordinary unemployed person.

Yet now, his wealth might be countless times his previous amount, and he achieved this wealth myth in less than a month.

What’s even scarier is that all of Lynch’s income is completely legal, all taxed!

Mr. Fox is expanding, and Lynch is too, but faster and more discreetly.

He was momentarily dazed but quickly came back to his senses. His thoughts moved so quickly that Lynch was unaware of what Mr. Fox was thinking before he regained control of his body.

"Hmm..." After a brief pondering, Mr. Fox asked with a hint of admiration in his tone, "So this time, what do I need to pay?"

Lynch wasn’t very clear about what caused Mr. Fox to change so greatly in such a short time, significant enough to alter his mental demeanor to some extent, but it was a good sign, and he didn’t mind.

"You need to choose for yourself!"

"The first option, reduce the price of the collateral in the agreement by thirty percent. I will directly buy these items. Whether they rot in my hands in the future or are sold at a higher price will have nothing to do with you."

"Whether it’s a loss or a profit, it’s my own business!"

"The second option, my company helps you sell these items. You need to provide two prices: one is the lowest price you can bear, and the other is the price you hope to achieve."

"I will charge at a middle price. Regardless of whether it’s sold or not, you must pay me a ten percent fee. I cannot guarantee when it will sell, nor what the transaction price will be."

Lynch talked while pausing. He looked at the father and son, his smile as bright as when they first met.

Mr. Fox’s face revealed some worry, he and his son discussed quietly for a while, finding it difficult to make a decision.

They actually both knew that the collateral’s appraised value in the agreement had been reduced to a very low level. Items originally worth a hundred bucks were counted as forty or fifty here. Surely someone would be willing to pay forty or fifty bucks or even more for these items, which are much cheaper than when they were displayed in store cabinets.

But at the same time, they also had some hesitation. They tried selling these items in the past two days, and the results were unsatisfactory. Not everyone showed interest; over two days, they only retrieved over a thousand bucks.

If they were to cash them all out, it probably wouldn’t be an easy task, the time wouldn’t be short but rather long. During this process, warehouse fees, management fees, labor costs, and possible accidental loss fees, such as something being damaged, could occur.

Their actual value would shrink, or rather, they were already shrinking. Every bit spent on them equals a loss of their value.

To give Lynch seventy percent of the agreement price? Honestly, they felt it was too low. Lynch could take items worth a hundred bucks for just thirty or forty bucks, this was a bit... too much to ask?

But choosing the second method also left them worried. If Lynch deliberately slowed the sales pace, even the ten percent fee would be substantial enough for them. Not to mention their most pressing issue now, which was urgently needing some money to deal with the bank’s interest harvest.

Lynch obviously gave them two choices, but to these two, there seemed to be only one choice.

As they were about to make a decision, Lynch suddenly interrupted what they were preparing to say, "Consider it more carefully, you two."

"This is business, so we need to conduct business formally. Do not allow any personal sentimental emotions to interfere with your judgment. Also, don’t think that because of my relationship with you, I’m necessarily a good person. Actually, I am also a merchant. Do you know what regular folks call merchants?"

Without needing Mr. Fox and his son to answer, Lynch smiled and answered, "They call merchants greedy devils. This is the nature of merchants: pursuing more profit. I might not necessarily have your interests in mind, but I will certainly try to satisfy my own profit demands."

He said, lowering his voice, "However, aside from business, speaking from a private perspective now, I think the second option is more suitable. Of course, for me personally, it doesn’t matter which you choose."

Lynch’s straightforward words dispelled the slight annoyance in the father and son’s hearts within the "bluntness" he cultivated. They were now looking at the matter from an unsentimental perspective, as Lynch advised. Lynch’s demands were actually not excessive.

What they are enduring and about to endure will be passed onto Lynch, but they don’t have to pay any more money for it, and they can still get money from Lynch.

Lynch is working, not just picking up money. Combined with his words, Mr. Fox also sighed, "Let’s just choose the first option!"

"Have you thought it through?", Lynch asked with a half-smile.

"I’ve thought it through!" Mr. Fox answered, his voice not too loud but very firm. "When I was young, my father told me, never only focus on the thieves’ grandeur when they spend lavishly, but also consider the scenes of them being beaten when they fail, caught by police, sent to jail, or even killed in the wild."

His tone carried some reflection, "Everything has its glamorous side and its unpleasant side. This is your ability to make money; I don’t have this ability, so I shouldn’t be envious of you."

He shrugged, "Similarly, my way of making money isn’t suitable for you, and I believe you won’t be envious of me, right?"

Lynch showed a slightly exaggerated expression, very approving, "These are words full of life philosophy and wisdom, Mr. Fox, you are a wise man!"

Mr. Fox laughed heartily, "This is the first time in my life someone called me a smart person. You know, others always prefer to call me a fool or an idiot!"

He reached out and put his arm around Lynch’s shoulder. "It’s decided then, when will you come to take these items away?"

"That depends on when you’re available!"

During this time, Lynch shuttled between Mr. Fox and the Golden Exchange Bank, helping them shuffle cash back and forth, getting himself quite a few benefits, enough to handle these items here. Actually, he could have done worse, but he was in a good mood and didn’t plan on doing so.

Everything is getting on the right track, only getting better, no need to take risks.

Soon Lynch arranged the warehouse well, recruiting Richard and other temporarily unemployed people back. Next comes a major endeavor, or rather, the birth of a new wealth myth.