Chapter 1174: Chapter 1172: Is the Blade Sharp

This is a time far from entering the information era, where everything is still preserved using "paper" as the ultimate medium.

This means that cross-state access is much harder than people imagine!

At the same time, this means that as long as Charlie (the sister) uses those already "legal" accounts, she will be discovered by the Hunters.

Whether it’s withdrawing money or using checks, the bank will notify the account-opening bank for communication to ensure the customer indeed has enough money in the bank before proceeding with the transaction.

To hide her whereabouts, Charlie (the sister) has not signed the cross-region authorization agreement, which means she cannot circumvent this issue.

Someone in the bank where she opened her account has betrayed her information and will continue to do so!

No doubt, it’s for money.

Charlie (the sister) is caught in a dilemma: if she wants to use the money in the bank, the information will definitely leak out.

If she doesn’t use the money in the bank, then she has very little money to use.

Hiding in a narrow, foul-smelling, mold-stained wall small hotel, looking at the little cash in her pocket, Charlie (the sister) looked even worse.

After running out of the previous house, she realized that her movements were exposed, so she naturally wouldn’t go to the other two houses she hadn’t stayed in.

She’s wandering outside, and money has become increasingly important.

Previously, she would never scrutinize every cent in funds under ten thousand; to her back then, money less than ten thousand couldn’t be considered money and doesn’t deserve to be called money.

She wants to apologize for her past shallowness and ignorance; the money in her hand only allows her to stay here for less than a week.

But what to do after a week?

Leave?

Where to go?

At night, Charlie (the sister) decided to go out and earn some money; she used to know some girls in high-end escort.

Every time the bill was settled, these girls could earn hundreds to thousands per night; she felt she had a decent temperament and great figure.

Even if she couldn’t earn that much, half shouldn’t be an issue.

Based on her understanding of people in that business, she bought a leather skirt at some second-hand stall and appeared on the street at night.

The second-hand goods trade is much better than some time ago; people’s pockets are filled with renewed "power," increasing their consumption desires again.

They can’t afford brand new items, but secondhand shopping is quite easy.

In York State, there are specialized places dedicated to such trade; outside York State, there are no specific trade distribution centers, yet in some street corners, people also sell.

Most goods placed on the stalls are loot from theft or robbery, sold at very low prices.

Most can be sold, only a few may have no takers; ultimately, these unwanted ones either end up in the trash or even cheaper in antique shops.

With the vendor’s strange gaze that looked like a thief, Charlie (the sister) paid the money; when giving the change, the person still held her hand, making her shiver!

At night, she wore the leather skirt and came to the street, standing in a relatively bright place.

Everyone knows what she was doing from her outfit, wearing a leather skirt, engaging in flesh trade.

Soon someone set their eyes on her.

A middle-aged man around forty, with thick body hair on his sleeved arms, held a wine bottle and eyed Charlie (the sister) up and down.

Soon he smiled with satisfaction, casually tried to embrace her, but she dodged.

The man froze for a moment before laughing heartily, "You think I don’t have money?"

Charlie (the sister) didn’t speak, but her eyes confirmed it.

The man took out a ten-dollar bill, "Look, what’s this, if you want it, you’d better show me how... good you are!"

Charlie (the sister) was so angry that she couldn’t speak clearly, "You think I’m only worth ten bucks?"

The man looked at her, with many whys flashing in his innocent eyes, glanced around, and then at his liquor, "I thought I was drunk, turns out you’re the one who’s drunk."

"This is a ten-dollar place, little girl..."

Eventually, Charlie (the sister) ran away; ten dollars... she couldn’t take that.

She cried alone in the small hotel for quite a while; during the time, the owner wanted to come in to comfort her and even proactively suggested substituting rent with some kind of trade.

The most real world unveils the most real malice, blatantly displayed before her, breaking her down.

After considering for a long time, she dialed a phone number...

A little past ten o’clock at night, Lynch was ready to sleep, leaning against the bedhead flipping through the book in his hand.

Books are the treasury of knowledge, the ladder of human progress; everyone needs to read, and so does he.

If all goes well, he would probably take a break in about fifteen minutes, but the sudden ringing of the phone shattered the silence in the bedroom.

He picked up the phone, his tone was calm and unhurried, without any hint of irritation at being disturbed.

Listening to the voice on the phone, Lynch’s expression changed slightly, "This is a big order, why not take it?"

After hanging up the phone, Lynch looked at the book in his hand and shook his head with a smile.

He placed the book back on the table. It was a very popular book recently, titled "How to Become a Millionaire," a bestseller.

The author is a newly minted Millionaire who documented his journey from having assets less than five thousand to over a million.

It immediately created a massive word-of-mouth effect upon release, with many calling it a "Millionaire’s Secret Manual," suggesting that anyone who understands it can become a Millionaire.

Reportedly, some people have successfully replicated a part of it by following what he wrote, further intensifying the market’s enthusiasm.

Consistently reprinted, it has become one of the Federation’s current top ten bestsellers.

Lynch couldn’t resist his curiosity and bought a copy; he wanted to learn from others’ experiences.

The author of the book, also the protagonist of the story, was initially a farmer selling agricultural products, who discovered some business opportunities during his sales process.

Gradually expanding small-scale planting and retailing into acquiring agricultural products and wholesaling them at a markup, until the part Lynch read where he had completed a round of financing, bought more farms, and began building sales channels.

In his understanding, in less than five years, he would become a Multi-Millionaire.

And his story would become a benchmark in business, a standard!

From the perspective of ordinary readers, this book is indeed very engaging, continuously breaking the current impasse, and constantly changing the situation with victories.

But from a slightly higher-level Merchant’s perspective, the story has too many coincidences, so much so that it no longer seems like coincidences, but more like a script.

Selling agricultural products to become a Millionaire or a Multi-Millionaire, the secret doesn’t lie in his agricultural products or sales methods, but in who he is friends with.

Lynch had seen many similar business miracles, starting from unremarkable levels, possibly selling onions, tomatoes, or even potatoes.

They all established a business Empire, but this business Empire had nothing to do with what they started selling.

In other words, even if they started by selling cow dung, they could still build a business Empire!

But... people like to watch, life has to have some hope, doesn’t it?

Lynch thought as he lay down and turned off the bedside lamp. Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Lynch got up and washed up; he had a whole day’s work ahead of him.

Charlie (Sister), who sat sleepless all night, almost dozed off several times, but she persisted.

She didn’t dare sleep much; the hotel owner knocked on the door twice last night, which made her somewhat anxious.

More than eight in the morning, someone knocked on the door again. She was so sleepy that she casually asked, "Who is outside?"

The voice from outside immediately perked her up.

"You called us yesterday, and the management has agreed to accept your order. Before we fulfill the order, we need to sign some contracts..."

Charlie (Sister) held a small knife, hidden behind her back, as she opened the door a crack.

Two people stood outside, wearing very distinctive uniforms, black with white edges, and a somewhat mysterious triangular badge on their chests.

She had seen these uniforms and these badges. After a deep sigh, she opened the door.

"You’re finally here!" The joy was almost heartfelt, "That’s great!"

"Please come in!"

The two entered the room, looked around, and didn’t find anything uncomfortable. Not long ago, they were ordinary people too,

After sitting down, one of them took out some documents and said, "After we talked on the phone yesterday, I reported the news to the company’s top management."

"The company’s top management has provided me with three types of contracts; it’s up to you to decide which one to choose."

Charlie (Sister) nodded; she wasn’t as sleepy now, "I can hardly wait."

The staff member smiled and took out one of them, "This is one plan. We will ensure your personal safety until you reach your designated location, for no longer than forty-five days."

"We will arrange a complete action team, that is, eighteen people to provide you with comprehensive security services."

"Among them, we will use the most advanced weapons, the safest vehicles, design the most stable route, and have another group ready to assist at any time."

"This option will be charged by time, fifty thousand a day, with a maximum cost not exceeding two hundred twenty-five thousand at the end of the mission."

The staff member himself couldn’t help but grin; this price is... really ridiculously high, more than double the normal order rate.

If it were a regular order, this level of protection task would only be about fifteen thousand a day at most.

He didn’t know what the company was thinking; he was just truthfully relaying this information to the client in front of him.