Blackstone Code Chapter 120

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Chapter 120: Don't Be a Bystander

Lynch's "game" was grand. Sometimes, when an individual or a business aimed to expand, the first step was to make others feel their determination to grow.

If they didn't have the determination to make themselves bigger and stronger, why would others lend a helping hand?

This was a kind of "special behavior" that didn't appear much in many books. There wasn't much description of this behavior and its effects, but it was real.

If Lynch had initially told the mayor that he only wanted to be a small millionaire, he wouldn't have considered expanding the second-hand trading market to the entire state, talked about how activating the second-hand trading market could relieve society's burdens, mentioned being willing to take on the club and revitalize Sabin City's sports spirit, or discussed how many jobs he could create...

If he had just wanted to earn a little from second-hand trading fees, earn a bit of intermediary fees, he might not have even had the chance to have lunch with the mayor, let alone the mayor and the Athletes' Association selling the club's shares to him for a buck.

He set forth an idea, one could say he was painting a picture, and showed others his determination and possibility of achieving these dreams. At the same time, he could help others solve some problems, so everyone gave him a chance, even many chances.

We all know the value of courage and understand the tragic outcome of running full speed into a stone wall.

We understand kindness, goodness, humility, courage... including the significance of all these qualities, and we aspire to have these noble qualities ourselves.

But wanting is just wanting. Under normal circumstances, no one would actually run into a stone wall, but when someone wants to do it and starts trying to run, those who harbor the same desire but can't realize it themselves wouldn't mind lending a hand.

If successful, all those who placed their bets are winners. They prove that flesh and blood can break through hard stones.

If they fail, they will only show appropriate sadness in front of the blurred bodies at the foot of the stone wall, summarize the mistakes, and wait for the next practitioner to appear.

In fact, such people are very common. People like to generalize these runners as "speculators," although this term isn't entirely accurate.

From a certain perspective, Lynch could also be considered a speculator, but not entirely. This term can never fully encompass the spirit and determination of a true speculator.

"These trucks will be parked here for a while. Someone will come to take care of them later, so you don't need to worry."

Standing beside the club's gate, looking at the trucks parked in the club's parking lot and Cook and the others, Lynch instructed.

Kane nodded repeatedly, somewhat expectantly asking, "What about me? What should I do?"

He had been stirred up by Lynch's words just now, like everyone else. He believed that for the sake of cutting off some rot, Lynch had to sacrifice these "upright" people, then find a way to rehire them "fairly."

This was just Lynch's rhetoric, but Kane and those people really believed it. This was why people who were a bit foolish often had many friends.

Lynch took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Kane. "This is from the Athletes' Association. They said there's a very professional sports team at this address. Go contact them and see if they can come over."

The Athletes' Association was also very aware of the situation here in Sabin City. After being abandoned for several years, if they still wanted to revitalize and achieve good results with these people, it might only be possible in films.

In reality, once athletes' conditions haven't been well maintained, and they slide from their peak state, it'll be very difficult to train them back up.

Coaches are the same. Without participating in tactical discussions or competing with other teams for several years, they'll be completely unaware of the mainstream tactical ideas and response methods, falling behind the times.

So the Athletes' Association thoughtfully gave Lynch a business card. There was a quite professional coaching team on it, but the head coach had a bit of a temper and was currently idle at home.

Was this the Athletes' Association's help to Lynch?

Not entirely. Who knows what kind of connection this coach had used, but that was not important. If he was a capable person, Lynch didn't mind a capable person being a bit eccentric.

But if he was not capable, he and those behind him would understand the consequences of deceiving Mr. Lynch.

After receiving the business card, Kane immediately left. At a time when the club was undergoing drastic changes, he hoped to rebuild the club as soon as possible. Only then could he feel at ease.

After discussing matters of reorganization and the need for more truck drivers with Cook and the others, Lynch left. In the afternoon, he had a signing ceremony with the Sabin City Disabled Persons’ Association.

He would hire ten registered disabled persons from the association to work for him. Lynch only needed to provide them with the minimum wage, which he could easily afford.

He would pay seventy percent of these employees' wages, while the remaining thirty percent would be assisted by various caring funds to be distributed by Lynch. This was also a measure to encourage businesses to hire these people.

Of course, Mr. Lynch was a kind and generous philanthropist. He would give a little more to show his kindness, goodness, and righteousness.

These disabled employees actually couldn't bring Lynch much in terms of tax deductions, but their influence in society and their role were very formidable.

No big company would rely on hiring these people to evade taxes. If they hired tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of disabled people, they might not need to evade taxes anymore because they would already be dragged down by these people.

Lynch's purpose in doing this was his sense of responsibility to society. He wanted to take on more social responsibility. Secondly, this special group had a very strong influence in society. They could easily calm the restless society and make people listen to their voices, swiftly aligning them with their perspective to consider their interests. It was a rather frightening and magical ability.

Even the conservative president had to sit patiently and listen to the chairman of the Baylor Federal Disabled Persons’ Association's chatter and then give affirmative answers.

Political correctness?

No, this was what people wanted.

The chairman of Disabled Persons’ Association branch in Sabin City was a very kind lady, probably in her fifties, with permed hair that was starting to turn gray.

She was dressed modestly, with no ornaments, but she was well-groomed and exuded an air of grace.

When she saw Lynch, she kept smiling. Apart from the crow's feet around her eyes, there were no other wrinkles on her face when she smiled.

"Thank you for your support for our cause, and thank you for your kindness and goodness." In the presence of reporters and other staff, the branch chairman praised Lynch warmly.

Lynch behaved humbly and calmly. He slightly changed his hairstyle to make himself look a bit younger. He was a cunning scoundrel who knew how to deal with older women.

"This is what I should do, madam," He voluntarily grasped the branch president's hand, not releasing it immediately, and engaged in lively conversation. "If the entire society remains indifferent to special groups, maintaining apathy, then this society is sick."

"I don't know what others would do or say, but I will definitely do my best to help them whenever I can."

"Perhaps the help I give them won't change everyone's lives, but I believe the assistance I provide can warm their hearts and make them believe that true goodness still exists in this society."

The branch president nodded. "You're right. As long as there's hope, there's a future..."

The two of them signed their names in front of the reporters. There might not have been many reporters present, and this news might not make the front page, but it would definitely appear in a prominent place, and that was enough.

On the other side, Joegleman hummed a tune as he packed up and left the office, locking the door behind him.

Not long ago, he had just issued a batch of loans to Lynch, with the trucks as collateral, slightly overvalued. This was normal. Evaluating used cars had always been a mysterious operation. Sometimes, it was normal to overestimate a bit, as long as it was lower than the price of a new car.

Lynch had been quite active lately, and as soon as Joegleman disclosed the sale of the club's land to the public, someone immediately began reaching out to him. This made Joegleman vaguely feel that there was another force pushing things forward behind all of this.

Bank workers had a deeper understanding of the current economic situation than others. At this critical moment when true tycoons were starting to cash in, it was not a very smart choice for someone to spend two million or even more to buy a piece of land. It was even a bit foolish.

If someone could easily produce two million bucks or more and yet was persuaded to engage in a foolish endeavor, then there must be an irresistibly compelling force driving the action forward!

And this was one of the reasons why Joegleman dared to manage the land sales for Lynch. If something went wrong, he would be the one who faced the least problems. All of his actions complied with the bank's standard operating procedures. At most, there might be a little problem with the valuation, but the higher-ups wouldn't hold him accountable for these small issues.

With no terrible consequences and strong support, Joegleman knew what he should do.

He drove back to his residence, parked the car, and casually checked the mailbox. An unpostmarked envelope lay quietly inside.

He took it out and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow. It was a comforting thank-you letter. This was why he liked Lynch, a sensible young man.

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