Some People Have Already Pointed the Way for Us

In the morning, after Lin Qi had exchanged another seven thousand-odd yuan in small change, Mr. Fox called, hoping to meet and discuss the next steps.

Lin Qi considered it for a while and agreed to Mr. Fox's invitation.

Not long after, he met Mr. Fox at a slightly secluded farm. Today, he wasn't wearing expensive clothes but a set of blue-gray denim clothes and pants, along with a rubber bib overall.

When Lin Qi saw him, he was carrying a large stack of fodder into the stable. The weather was getting hotter, and the horse manure, cow dung, and possibly other animal droppings under the sun emitted a deadly odor, but Mr. Fox didn't show the slightest sign of discomfort.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Mr. Fox came out of the stable, apologizing.

The two walked to the pergola behind the stable. Mr. Fox rinsed the dirt off his rubber bib overalls with a hose and said with some emotion, "Before I entered this industry, my father and I both thought I would be an excellent farmer!"

A look of reminiscence appeared on his face. More than twenty years ago, he wasn't the respected Mr. Fox he was now but Fox the kid from the countryside.

That year, he had just gotten married, and the economic achievements that the Bayer Federation had accumulated for many years began to explode. All walks of life experienced great development, and many people were talking about the advantages of the city, as if money was everywhere, and as long as you were willing to bend down, you could quickly become a big boss.

The whole society was filled with this atmosphere. Mr. Fox also wanted to give his wife and children a better future. After discussing it with his family, he embarked on a journey to the metropolis with other young people.

To this day, some have achieved success, while others only exist in people's memories.

Mr. Fox was undoubtedly one of the lucky ones. People are like this; once they have some success, they begin to reminisce about the past. Some may be because they are living a painful life now, so they miss the carefree days of the past even more.

However, some people reminisce about the past only to highlight their success today.

As for Mr. Fox's reminiscence and his little hobby of working on the farm, Lin Qi felt that the latter was more likely, using this method to gain some satisfaction.

After rinsing the bib overalls, he took off the stuffy thing with the help of others. He and Lin Qi wandered aimlessly around the Ranch, chatting about some of his thoughts.

"Michael returned to Sabine City at four o'clock this morning. You have to be careful. He has a bad temper and can be impulsive sometimes. Don't give him any chance!"

He smiled as he said this, "Of course, this is just a small reminder. I believe he is no match for you. You are smarter than him!"

This was a very valuable piece of information. If Lin Qi had only found out when he saw Michael, some small accidents might have occurred. Now that he knew this in advance, he had plenty of time to prepare for his upcoming confrontation with Michael.

He had never feared Michael, the person holding the License. If the other party hadn't tried to make trouble for him three times in a row, he wouldn't have been willing to have a conflict with an investigation team leader.

Mr. Fox saw Lin Qi nod solemnly and knew that he had taken it to heart. He then said, "There are two more things. As I told you before, now the entire city, and even the people in the nearby cities, know how to legally send money into the bank. Do you think this will have an impact on our business?"

"What I mean is, assuming everyone is doing this, will this path be cut off as a result?" He spoke very carefully. His life had been much better recently. He had secretly "acquired" two more laundromats and raised the standards of the laundromats.

At his son's suggestion, he created registered paid invoices. Everyone knew that those who could afford to wash clothes for dozens of dollars apiece in his laundromats were his own people, but before they got solid evidence, no one could say that his behavior was illegal.

He had even heard through certain channels some of the views of the middle and high levels on what was happening in Sabine City—those big shots thought it was a good thing, at least these damn helpful financial companies understood a crucial point, that even if their business was illegal, they had to pay taxes.

But some people thought that what they were doing was a bit irregular, and they shouldn't be allowed to solve these problems. Tacitly allowing them to do so was tantamount to condoning crime to some extent, and in the end, it would be the ordinary people who got help from them who would suffer.

Some things can be said in private, but it is difficult for them to become reality. In the end, they will still come to stop the "problems" that continue to emerge in Sabine City and the surrounding areas.

"Besides this, there is another question: how do you think my business can be legalized?" Mr. Fox paused slightly. This was the problem he urgently needed to solve now.

As long as this problem was not solved for a day, and his rate of return was significantly higher than the minimum standard set by the Federal government, then he would not be able to truly settle down for a day.

His expectant eyes stared intently at Lin Qi, who smiled noncommittally and took the initiative to stride forward. He followed closely behind.

"There's no need to worry about the first question. If we can't exchange small change, we have many other ways to solve this part of the problem. You have to know that the pioneers are always ahead of the followers. They can't catch up with us. There's no need to worry about this."

"Also, there is no good solution to the second question at the moment. There has never been an effective process to solve it for so many years. I believe it's not because the people born in these years are all idiots!"

"However, you can learn from the banks and temporarily solve some small troubles..."

Mr. Fox was initially disappointed, but when he heard there was an indirect solution, he immediately became interested. "The banks'... what method?"

"Mortgage!", Lin Qi patted the wooden fence at the edge of the Farm. The wood, which had stood here for more than a decade or longer, had decayed beyond recognition.

From the outside, it didn't look much different from any time in the past, but when Lin Qi's hand patted it, it instantly broke apart.

Grayish-white wooden dust fell to the ground. Looking at the completely decayed wood, Lin Qi's eyes gradually lost focus. It was as if he wasn't looking at the wood, but something else.

Mr. Fox didn't disturb him, but waited quietly. After about twenty-six, seven, eight, nine seconds, around thirty seconds, Lin Qi came back to his senses.

"Sorry, I was distracted. Where was I?"

"You said I could use the bank's method to deal with the current situation!"

"Yes, these...", he seized the initiative and continued to walk forward, with Mr. Fox closely following beside him. In the distance, Mr. Fox's son looked at the two with a strange expression.

In his eyes, his father, the famous Mr. Fox, seemed to have become Lin Qi's follower, trailing behind Lin Qi step by step.

Of course, the person involved didn't think so. He was still listening to the methods Lin Qi was telling him.

In fact, banks had long provided a practical method. They discounted something worth one hundred to fifty as a mortgage. It could be said that they were avoiding risks, but it could also be said that they were devouring wealth.

Shorter terms, lower valuations, coupled with seemingly reasonable interest rates, they were just disguising their eating habits very well.

But for people like Mr. Fox, they don't care about appearances, which makes it even easier to solve.