Chapter 218: Greed Beyond Greed
"That's not an issue." Lynch leaned back in his chair, hands clasped together and resting on his legs.
This statent brought a broad smile to the lawyer's face. Whether it was an illusion or not, his back also didn't seem to be as straightened as before anymore.
After sitting down, the lawyer took out a small double-sided desk clock from his bag, placed it on the table, and pressed the button on top of it. As soon as the second hand on the clock began to move rapidly, the lawyers said. "How can I be of service to you?"
In the face of wealth, this thirty-sothing university-educated, highly-qualified lawyer, seen by many as one in a million, bowed his head and bent his knees to a twenty-one-year-old young man, speaking to him with utmost respect.
Lynch handed over a court notice and a sales agreent to the lawyer, who quickly got to work.
He ticulously reviewed each clause, marking them with different colors. About ten minutes later, he put down the docunts.
"This agreent is very well-made. It's clear it was crafted by a skilled lawyer." He remarked with a smirk. "Although I don't usually praise my peers in my work, this person did an excellent job.”
Still unsure of what Lynch wanted him to do, he asked, “So, what is your question, Mr. Lynch?"
"How can we extend the seizure ti for these goods?" Lynch asked, catching the lawyer by suprise.
He didn't ask how to recover the losses but instead how to prolong the seizure of the goods, leaving the lawyer montarily at a loss for how to respond.
"You can sue these people," the lawyer said after thinking for a mont, his gaze shifted to a few lines on the agreent and then back to Lynch's young face. "Of course, you could also withdraw. You are a victim in this situation because they committed fraud by knowingly misrepresenting the nature of the goods and selling them to you."
"So..." He looked through the docunts again. "If you separate these two cases and file individual lawsuits instead of combining them, the goods must be stored in a court-designated area until both cases are resolved."
Lynch pondered for a mont after hearing this, then pulled out three crisp twenty-thor bills from his drawer, and handed them over, "Thank you very much for your professional service. This is the commission we agreed upon."
The lawyer felt a bit perplexed. He had been there for less than twenty minutes and only said a few words, yet the matter was resolved, which was not what he had expected initially.
But as Lynch made it clear it was ti for him to leave, he couldn't stay any longer. He stood up, shook Lynch's hand firmly, and said, "It's a pleasure to serve a successful person like you. Do you need further legal services?"
He introduced himself, "I have the highest win rate in contract litigation in Sabin, and my fees are much lower."
Showing a smile that the lawyer couldn't quite understand, Lynch slipped the money that the lawyer hadn't imdiately taken into the lawyer's jacket pocket and said sothing that was equally hard for the lawyer to grasp, "You are the expert in legal matters, but I am the expert in capital matters. It was a pleasure talking with you; I learned a lot of useful things. Goodbye."
At this point, the lawyer had no choice but to pack up and leave quickly.
Back in his chair, Lynch thought for a while and then dialed Arthur's number. "Check the detailed information of the company Nail previously worked for and their partners. I have a new business plan."
After hanging up, Lynch sat at his desk, deep in thought. He crossed his legs and pressed his thumbs together, interlocking his fingers to form a circle with his hands. Resting them on his raised knee, he stared at the office door. However, if anyone else had been in the room, they would have noticed that Lynch wasn't really looking at the door.
His gaze pierced through the narrow perception of space, seeing things far beyond and even the mysteries of ti.
Capital had never been ta. So said that capital was the most suitable thing for societal developnt because only the fittest would survive, continuously eliminating the unfit, driving societal progress.
This statent may not be entirely right, but it wasn't completely wrong either.
Any capital that wanted to grow quickly would not be able to avoid rgers within legal bounds. Whether it was big fish eating little fish, or little fish eating big fish, as long as it didn’t cross the line too much, it would be acceptable.
What Lynch was eyeing now was not just the houses of workers like Tom or the things they had in their hos. He was also eyeing the workers themselves, who could continuously create value, as well as their previous employer and the three million they were about to acquire.
If he could gobble up all these at once, his wealth would leap significantly, and his influence in Sabin City would beco significantly more prominent!
anwhile, the factory owner Lynch had sched against was dining in a high-end restaurant, his previous panic replaced by anticipation of the substantial compensation soon to co, enough to weather the financial crisis.
Honestly, he never imagined his bankruptcy crisis would be resolved this way. Those workers naively thought their actions wouldn't matter much, but the outco was far worse than they anticipated.
This massive strike was unprecedented, the most destructive wave since the founding of the Baylor Federation. Therefore, after resolving so issues, the federal governnt decided to set a precedent and hold soone accountable.
In a sense, this was also to appease so capitalists, who had suffered significant losses.
The federal governnt knew better than anyone that society would not be able to function without capitalists. Without them, society would be stagnant and lifeless.
Across from the factory owner sat a very ordinary young man, though not entirely ordinary, as he wore a lawyer's badge on his chest.
"I worry those dirt-poor folks won't be able to co up with the money. Should we reduce the compensation demand a bit?" the factory owner suggested after a hearty al.
He felt the over three million in compensation was too much. Even with the judge's support, those paupers would still find it hard to pay him that amount.
Moreover, he knew that pushing too hard might lead to sothing terrible.
The lawyer on the other hand had a different view. "I've talked to the union's lawyer. They said as long as you drop the charges against Mr. Schick in this case, the union will support your claim."
“As for the compensation…” The lawyer paused. “They should be able to scrape together enough to cover it if they sell everything they have. If that still isn’t enough…”
The factory owner generously added, "Perhaps I'll show them so kindness and spare them."
He couldn't help but laugh. Dozens of families losing everything was insignificant to him; he only cared about himself.
As the conversation continued, the lawyer had to remind the sowhat complacent employer, “Sir, our compensation is based on those orders. We are still in a precarious situation, so try to avoid appearing in such a place in the future.”
The lawyer advised his employer, "This might put you in a disadvantageous position. Do you understand?"
The factory owner thought for a mont and nodded. "I understand. I won't frequent high-end places until everything is settled."
Although the statent was not entirely accurate, it provided the lawyer with considerable reassurance. In reality, their lawsuit was not entirely secure, as its foundation relied on the several orders the factory owner was holding.
And the materials in his warehouse were originally intended to fulfill these orders.
However, due to the economic downturn, the rchants who placed the orders did not send the advance paynts on ti, so the factory could not start production blindly.
These companies had already paid the initial deposit, so they couldn't cancel the orders but also couldn't fund further production, leaving these deals in limbo.
Yet it was precisely these delayed orders that beca one of the main reasons that convinced the judge to support their claim for exorbitant compensation.
After all, workers had taken goods worth millions, causing a genuine loss, plus the costs of repurchasing materials and reorganizing workers for production. Three millions wasn't too much.
Both the lawyer and the factory owner believed that there was not much risk involved. The only risk lay with those who placed the orders. However, it was evident that everyone was struggling to stay afloat and would not send the factory the money they owed just to cause trouble for the owner and demand imdiate production.
After leaving the restaurant, they went to the factory, where the lawyer prepared a Q&A form for the factory owner to morize.
Once the court entered the trial phase, the workers' lawyer would certainly try to prove their diligence by raising so questions.
These seemingly trivial questions could cause unknown trouble if answered incorrectly, so the lawyer wanted the factory owner to nail the answers.
The simplest way was to morize the answers and refuse to answer any unexpected questions, claiming they were unreasonable.
Thinking of the three million he would soon get, the factory owner felt invigorated.
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