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Lynch lives on the top floor of the Center Casino.

It is said that there was a huge throne-like chair there, and Lynch would sit in the chair to work.

People who have seen him in his office will say after coming out that he is like the king of Slem!

Sitting high on the clouds, looking down at all living beings!

It's not difficult to see Lynch, just explain to the staff on the seventh floor of the Central Casino and they will call Lynch to inquire about the results.

The businessman rinsed his face with cold water in the toilet. This was his last chance. He had to see Lynch!

Soon he arrived at the front desk on the seventh floor and contacted Lynch through the front desk.

The businessman was lucky that Lynch was willing to meet him.

After climbing in the elevator for a while, he arrived at the most central and highest place in Slem!

The moment the elevator door opened, he saw a very empty office.

There are glass curtain walls on three sides. Through those glass curtain walls, you can overlook the entire city.

There is no huge throne here, everything is a rumor.

Lynch was sitting behind a wide desk, looking at some documents without looking up.

The businessman stepped out of the elevator and was stopped and searched.

"Sit down for a while, just wait." Lin Qi ordered without raising his head.

The members of the local council saw opportunities to realize their own value in the future described by Lynch, so they began to write reports. In order to prove that they could fulfill Mr. Lynch's instructions to them, they put forward many work ideas.

Some are apologizing for things they have done wrong and using their mistakes to encourage themselves not to do it again in the future.

More importantly, I am still thinking about the future.

Lynch said that these reports should not be sent to his office but to the professor.

But everyone knows that the person who can ultimately decide whether they go or stay, and whether they can give them a chance to realize their value.

Not Catherine, not the professor, but Lynch!

So they sent reports to the professor and to Lynch at the same time. If Lynch hadn't been too young, some of them would have even wanted to find a godfather or something.

After all, he is not his biological father. One more title can bring substantial benefits. This is the choice a mature politician should make!

Lynch looked at these people's various boasts about himself, and he felt a little funny.

In the face of huge interests, there are indeed not many people who can control their true intentions.

After looking at it for more than twenty minutes, he put down the document in his hand and then looked up at the businessman.

"I'm sorry, there were some important documents that needed to be processed first, so tell me your reason for coming."

The businessman was completely exhausted at this time, like a flower that had been exposed to the sun in the desert, completely dead.

He was hunched over every sentence, timid and closed-off. He even wanted to stand up when Lynch spoke.

"Mr. Lynch, I was wrong..."

Lynch raised his hand to stop him, "I don't know you, and I don't know what you did wrong. Did you find the wrong person?"

The businessman became a little panicked, "No, Mr. Lynch, I'm looking for you!"

"I...I may have done some stupid things, but it was definitely not what I meant to do. I don't know what will happen!"

He emphasized his innocence. In fact, Lynch knew him because Lynch had seen his file.

Lynch watched him say those words that seemed to prove his innocence, always smiling.

Ridiculous.

Before the locals prepared to launch a full-scale attack, they planned to find out what was going on inside Slem, and then they found a guide.

War ensued and the guide and his family were executed, shouting their innocence before being executed.

But no one would sympathize with them, especially not anyone on Slem's side.

Lynch watched his performance, watched him cry, and watched him kneel on the ground and cry.

Life is so boring and interesting.

Seeing that he had no new vocabulary, Lynch interrupted him and leaned forward slightly, "I have a question."

The businessman quickly raised his head and looked at Lynch, wiping the tears on his face, "If I knew, I would definitely answer you!"

Lin Qi nodded slightly, "Those who owe you money but cannot pay it back in a short period of time, will they kneel in front of me and beg you like you do now?"

"What do you do when the choice is yours?"

A question made the businessman panic. What frightened him even more was that he knew the answer!

He took away those people's houses, even took away their wives, he did everything those people had, even their lives!

They are indeed like themselves at this time, wailing and kneeling at their feet, begging themselves to let them default for a while longer...

What did you do?

Suddenly he thought of himself at that time. He had forced many people to death, but he didn't care. All he cared about was money.

Lynch leaned back, crossed his legs, and spread his hands, "You have never given hope to others, why would you beg me to give you hope?"

"Why do you think you can be forgiven?"

Lynch shrugged, "I'm sorry, sir, the train won't stop halfway. Either you sit at the next stop, or you jump off halfway!"

"If nothing else happens, your wanted notice will be posted all over Nagaril by tomorrow at the latest."

"Your game is over."

The businessman fell into complete despair. Just as he wanted to stand up, he was kicked in the crook of his leg and fell back to his knees.

The bodyguard behind him has been staring at him for a long time. Whenever he makes any potentially dangerous actions, he will be interrupted in time.

Lynch looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Your son will spend his whole life in prison, and he will have no chance of coming out alive."

"Your wife will soon be broke, and I believe the asylum is the best place for her."

"As for...I'm sorry, you have no other family members. You and your surname are over for your and your son's generation."

"But I am a very generous person. I will give you a chance, a chance for your son to leave the prison alive."

"This time, the choice is up to you..."

On the other side, the team leader and his team have returned to the hotel. They have lost the financial assistance from the businessman, and they will soon move out of the luxurious hotel.

In fact, what they didn't notice was that from the moment they entered the hotel, someone was secretly taking pictures of them.

The most difficult things to deal with in the federal government are taxpayers and the tax bureau. The former is prone to demonstrations and triggers mass incidents, while the latter can always find fatal flaws in tax returns that you think are impeccable.

Members of Congress are subsidized for their business trips. Logically speaking, if they have money, they can live wherever they want.

Anyway, the subsidy money will not be less or more, but the problem is, it is taxpayers' money!

Taxpayers will think that these people must have squandered their money from corruption while living in luxurious hotels.

They don't care whether they paid for the accommodation of these people themselves. Taxpayers only care that these people, who are paid with taxes paid by taxpayers, live in rooms that taxpayers cannot afford.

Just like the pantry in the presidential palace, the coffee machine and coffee beans are inherently reasonable, but taxpayers do not accept this view.

Once taxpayers find out that congressmen are squandering taxpayers' money for enjoyment, they will be furious, even if there is no substantive evidence, just some photos.

The working group also knows this, so they must move from here as soon as possible.

They would go to live in small hotels outside the state government. They were small hospitality hotels that were shabby, small, and cramped.

It only costs nineteen yuan a night. Only by living in such a place can taxpayers accept it and think that they are not corrupt.

This is also the reason why many congressmen who travel on business either live in very poor accommodation or stay in the homes of capitalist friends.

They can't let the taxpayers open their mouth!

"Are you moving out tomorrow?"

The team leader was packing his things when a congressman who was also his confidant couldn't help but ask.

They walked around the central casino and it was already time for dinner. At this time, they suddenly moved out...

Just where to live can be a problem.

The explosion in Slem is just a recent thing. Except for a very few capitalists who own real estate here, most people don't have a comprehensive concept of the development here.

Among the people who own real estate here, many are businessmen who have invested in the local area, and most of them are of the same mind as Lynch.

It is not easy to find a suitable place for so many of them to live temporarily.

The team leader was not as optimistic as his subordinates. While packing his luggage, he said, "Lynch has already started, and he won't stop. If he leaves tomorrow, it might be... too late."

"And we go directly to the mayor and let him arrange our accommodation. As for how he arranges it, that is his business."

"You know, we are here to work, not to enjoy. There are countless pairs of eyes staring at us."

"There are countless people waiting to see our jokes!"

Soon everyone's opinions were unified and everyone packed their things.

Although the lower-level office staff felt that the sudden departure was a bit fussy, but the old men were gone, so how could they stay here?

Fortunately, this is Slem, a prosperous city, so they will not be left sleeping on the streets.

The team leader's expression was still a little solemn. He didn't expect Lin Qi's counterattack to come so quickly!

Just when a group of people were about to walk out of the hotel door, there was a sudden loud "bang" and the ground shook slightly.

The team leader's eyes were fixed on the pile of rotten meat on the ground. He raised his hand and touched his cheek.

Some of the warm blood was cooling down quickly, and he could tell who this person was at a glance!

That businessman!