Blackstone Code Chapter 834: The old tailor
"You shouldn't do this!"
"You should do this!"
When people teach experience, if they only tell the recipient how to choose how to do it, but do not tell them what will happen if they choose the wrong option, and do not tell them what will happen if they succeed, this will not let them People remember these things impressively.
Just like at this moment, a new wave of public opinion will soon be launched. After the initial irrational discussion around the rights and interests of the overseas federal people, people are beginning to deal with this issue rationally.
The same thing happened again, how should we deal with it?
Should we stand up and ask the other party to give us the rights we should have, or should we treat these with indifference as if nothing happened?
Some people say that this is the best moment to promote the Overseas Security Law, but there is one last key thing missing, that is, comparison.
Only if people are aware of the great value of the Overseas Security Law and its role and significance in the safety of people's property and life, the whole society will make every effort to promote this matter.
While reading the newspaper, Lynch made a call to the phone outside the restaurant.
He glanced, and the maid brought the phone over—
Many of the phones in the room have long lines, a type of phone reserved for the wealthy.
The manufacturer has used very advanced high-end materials to keep these phones beautiful while also having a retractable cord reel in the base of the phone.
As long as you hold the phone, you can easily take the phone away. The phone line will not be the reason to stop people from doing so. It will be pulled out of the small hole of the phone line bit by bit.
When the call is over, put it back in place, press that little button, and the reel that begins to shrink will rewind the phone cord around the reel without dragging it all over the place.
After the maid put down the phone, she withdrew outside the restaurant.
As soon as Lynch picked it up, the voice inside couldn't wait to hear, "Mr. Lynch, I have a business here, are you interested?"
Lynch picked up a napkin and touched the corner of his mouth, which was actually not stained with oil. He took out a cigarette case, knocked out one, and put it in his mouth.
With a ding, the million-dollar lighter produced a flame and lit a cigarette.
When the tobacco leaves were scorched by the flames, there was a peculiar crisp sound, so faint that it was almost inaudible.
The **** of the lit cigarette lit up sharply, and the fingers that held it seemed to feel a heat radiation.
"What business?", he poured out the smoke, floating in the air invisibly, slowly floating upward, and finally merged with the air.
The voice on the phone sounded like he was in his thirties, with some hard-to-hide pride or arrogance in his tone.
"A big deal!"
With a hoot, this time Lynch exhaled the smoke like an arrow, shooting into the distance, he shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know you, you may have made a mistake!"
He hung up the phone, picked up the newspaper again, and pointed at the maid outside the restaurant, "Bring me a cup of coffee, no sugar."
At this time, on the other side of the phone line, a middle-aged man in his thirties looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Lynch actually hung up his phone!
You must know that he is one of the members of the Duncan family...although his stake is barely 1/10,000.
But this is not the least among the Duncan family, and the annual dividend is enough for him to squander.
He, a member of the Duncan family, was actually hung up, which made him feel ashamed at the same time, and had an incredible feeling that no one had ever dared to do this to him!
The chatting gentlemen sitting in the room were talking. They seemed to have noticed the situation here. Someone asked, "Did Lynch agree?"
The young middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses. He shook his head, and hung up the receiver back on the base of the phone absentmindedly, "He... hung up on me."
The laughing people in the room suddenly stopped all conversations and smiles, and they looked at the young middle-aged man at the same time.
The young middle-aged man is a little nervous. Outside he is the "adult" of the Duncan family, but here, he is just the most inconspicuous one.
"He said he didn't know me and hung up the phone." He shook his head, "I don't think we need to hand over this business to him, he is nothing at all."
People's conversations resumed, but their voices were lower than the previous enthusiasm.
The person who spoke first squinted at the young middle-aged man, "This is what Uncle Geruno decided. If you are not satisfied with his decision, you can go to his study and tell him what you think."
Some people couldn't help but laugh, presumably they already knew what was going on.
The Duncan family is destined to be a big family that cannot be exposed, which also makes some young members of the family have a very strange mood.
They are unhappy with everything about the Federation.
They walk on the street, people won't chase after them because their surname is so noble, but people will chase after the stars who are the same as toys.
When people talk about the most powerful people in the Commonwealth, they always talk about people who, in their opinion, don't even deserve to carry the Duncans' shoes.
They are so great and yet so distant from society, which makes some people a little bit inexplicably arrogant.
This is probably a kind of feeling that "only I know my excellence, and when you know it, we can't be friends as equals." It can be said to be a kind of internal show, but more of it is a Kind of boring shit.
The young middle-aged man shook his head, not daring to say a word.
The man who started talking added, "Since you're not going to do this, go ahead and call Lynch and tell him we have a deal with him."
"Uncle Jeruno must want to get an answer as soon as possible, do you understand what I mean?" After he finished speaking, he withdrew his bad eyes, and changed his face to chat cordially with the people around him.
The young middle-aged man standing beside the phone changed his face and could only pick up the phone again.
"Mr. Lynch, I apologize to you for my inappropriate tone just now. I belong to the Duncan family..." He said his name, "We have a business we want to entrust to you..."
Lynch listens to the phone, drinks coffee, and looks at the maid's skirt.
He swears he's not looking at the girl's ass, he's just looking at what kind of pleats the silk is on her very short skirt.
The maid also seemed to want to show off that her dress was nice, pretty, and light. She was dangling around not far from Lynch, occasionally bending over.
Good coffee this morning!
Lynch took a sip of coffee and licked his lips. He admired it for more than ten seconds before he came back to his senses, "I don't like to talk about business on the phone. If you have anything to do with me, if you know Where is my company..."
He hung up the phone again, then picked up the newspaper, but his eyes fell on the maid's skirt.
The young middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was at a loss. He didn't know whether Lynch was crazy or what. He actually hung up the phone twice.
Although he is a small person with little weight within the Duncan family, he called Lynch this time to represent Mr. Geruno, the patriarch of the Duncan family.
Lynch, do you really know nothing?
Of course Lynch understands, and he knows a lot of things that others don't.
"Mr. Lynch, please take your legs..."
Lynch put away her legs, and the girl turned and bent over to start cleaning the floor under the dining table. In fact, this work should be done after Lynch left, not now.
Looking at the skirt that was less than a foot away from him, Lynch suddenly wanted to feel the fabric and feel of it.
"Last time it didn't seem like you..." In order to reduce the awkward atmosphere, Lynch chatted casually.
There is no professional management team at Mid-Levels Villa to manage the house and life here for Lynch. These maids and temporary housekeepers are all dispatched by the community.
When Lynch came back to live, he would tell the community when he lived until when, and the community management company would arrange for someone to come and take care of him.
After he leaves, these people will go to the next location, or temporarily lose their jobs.
It is not easy to find a job during this period, let alone a high salary, easy work, and guarantee that one's dignity will not be violated.
The maid seemed happy that Lynch liked her skirt too. Instead of turning around or standing up straight, the maid continued to bend over to work, showing that she was very dedicated to her work.
"Yes, Mr. Lynch, I only joined at the end of last year..." The movement in her hand suddenly stopped, she bit her lip and started to move again.
Lynch nodded, "What did you do before?"
He explained his motivation a little while saying, "It seems that you are not very skilled in this job~IndoMTL.com~ I used to work as a front desk for a company and model for a while..."
Lynch understood now, "No wonder..."
He didn't say anything "no wonder", but withdrew his hand, familiar enough with the feel of the dress and its lace.
"I'm going to work..." He stood up and put the newspaper on the dining room table.
The girl turned to look at him, looking forward, a little nervous, and a little uneasy, "Mr. Lynch, can I stay?"
Because she is a temporary maid, her salary is calculated on an hourly basis.
Even if she is here every day, the community service company will only pay her for ten hours a day.
This salary is definitely much higher than that of hourly workers outside the community, but she still wants to become a resident maid and get paid on a weekly or monthly basis.
Not only will this make her salary more expensive, but more importantly, it will become a stable job, and she doesn't need to think about where to make money to support herself when no one uses her.
Some girls even have other ideas, they didn't come to be a maid to be a maid in the first place, but another purpose.
The service companies in the community are also very aware of this. They can hire so many high-quality girls at relatively low prices. As long as it is not too much, they can pretend they have not seen it!
As for whether they can stay or not, it depends on their own abilities.
Lynch stopped and looked at her sideways. The girl didn't know where to put her nervous hands.
"I'll think about it!"