Chapter 74: Even Fools Sometimes Say Something Wise

Lynch came to the warehouse district to handle these goods—and this wasn’t all. Mr. Fox’s other warehouses were also piled high with various items. Sometimes a single mortgage agreement involved many pledged items.

Lynch walked ahead, with Mr. Fox and his son following behind.

“I understand your problems clearly. I can solve them,” Lynch slowed down slightly, letting Mr. Fox catch up beside him. “You can entrust me to handle the sales. I have a company that can manage everything here…” He gestured to roughly indicate the whole area. “Everything.”

Mr. Fox’s expression faltered. He had expected Lynch to handle things differently—like packing and selling to others—but Lynch planned to do it himself. This sobered Mr. Fox somewhat from his growing fantasy about his wealth.

His fortune was rapidly doubling at a speed he never imagined before. Lynch, however, was moving even faster—expanding and growing in ways beyond imagination.

Mr. Fox had spent half his life running gray-market businesses, living in fear, to have what he had now. But Lynch, just over two weeks ago, was an unemployed nobody. Now his wealth might be hundreds of times greater—and all within less than a month.

More surprisingly, Lynch’s income was entirely legal and taxed.

Mr. Fox was growing, but Lynch was growing faster and more covertly.

Snapping back to reality before Lynch could notice what he was thinking, Mr. Fox asked with a hint of admiration after a brief pause, “So, what do I need to pay this time?”

Lynch wasn’t sure what exactly had caused such a huge change in Mr. Fox’s spirit so quickly, but he didn’t mind.

“That’s for you to choose.”

“Option one: I buy out the goods at 70% of the mortgage price. Whether I lose money or make a profit later, it’s none of your concern. They’re mine to keep or sell.”

“Option two: My company helps you sell the items. You provide a lowest acceptable price and a target price. I’ll sell at the middle price and charge 10% regardless of sale success or timing. I cannot guarantee when or if they sell.”

Lynch smiled brightly as he spoke, just like when they first met.

Mr. Fox frowned and quietly discussed with his son. It was a tough choice.

They both knew the mortgage prices were heavily discounted—items originally worth 100 were valued at only 40 or 50 here. Someone would pay 40, 50, or more, since these were far cheaper than shop prices.

Yet, they hesitated. They had tried selling for two days with disappointing results, making just over 1,000 Sol.

Converting everything to cash would be slow and arduous, with storage fees, management, labor costs, and risk of damage eating away value.

Each day’s expense meant value loss. The goods were already shrinking in worth.

Selling to Lynch at 70% felt too low. Lynch buying 100-Sol items for only 30-40 felt like a raw deal.

But the second option worried them too: Lynch might deliberately slow sales. Ten percent fees could drain them, especially since they urgently needed cash for bank interest.

Although Lynch gave two options, they felt there was really only one.

Just as they were about to decide, Lynch interrupted, “Think carefully, both of you.”

“This is business. We must keep emotions out and act professionally. Don’t assume I’m a good person just because of our relationship. I’m a businessman. You know what ordinary people call businessmen?”

Before they could answer, Lynch laughed, “Greedy devils. That’s our nature—always chasing profit. I might not have your interests at heart, but I’ll always protect mine.”

He lowered his voice. “But personally, I think the second option is more suitable. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me what you choose.”

Lynch’s bluntness eased their discomfort. Viewing the matter without personal feelings, Lynch’s demands weren’t unreasonable.

They would offload all the risks onto Lynch without paying extra—and still get money from him.

Lynch was doing business, not charity. Hearing this, Mr. Fox sighed, “Then we’ll choose the first option.”

“Are you sure?” Lynch asked with a half-smile.

“Yes,” Mr. Fox replied firmly though quietly. “My father told me when I was young: don’t only watch a thief’s flashy spending. Think about when he fails, gets beaten, caught by police, sent to prison, or even killed in the wild.”

He sounded reflective. “Everything has a bright side and a dark side. That’s your talent for making money. I don’t have it and won’t envy you.”

He shrugged. “Similarly, you can’t make money the way I do. And I believe you don’t envy me, right?”

Lynch grinned exaggeratedly in agreement. “That’s full of life wisdom and philosophy, Mr. Fox. You’re a sage!”

Mr. Fox laughed heartily. “First time anyone called me smart. People usually call me dumb or foolish!”

He put his arm around Lynch’s shoulder. “It’s settled then. When will you come to haul these things away?”

“That depends on when you’re free.”

During this time, Lynch shuttled between Mr. Fox and Golden Exchange Bank, helping move cash and gaining enough benefits to handle the warehouse goods. He could have been harsher but was in a good mood and chose not to.

Everything was back on track and only getting better. No need to take risks.

Soon Lynch arranged the warehouse and rehired Richard and others temporarily unemployed. What followed was either a big push or the birth of a new wealth legend.