Preston brought the girl out of the filthy and rancid basement. They used the girl's identity to stay temporarily in a small hotel for a day. The general way was that the girl went to get a room, and Preston went in again.
The registrar who did not even lift her head would only remember the face and name of the registrar. She did not have the time to care about the people who went in and out.
If she had the time to pay attention to the people who went in and out, she might as well watch the television. At least she would be happy watching television and not those people.
In the hotel, Preston threw the girl into the bathroom and washed her clean as if she was a pony or an animal in a farmhouse.
After washing away the thick makeup, a young and pretty girl with freckles on her face, brown hair, and a young body appeared in the mirror.
Without the exaggerated makeup, she looked very pure. For a girl who had just turned eighteen, as long as she was clean, she would look pure.
This was the beauty of youth. It allowed people to show their best side naturally. There was no need for deliberate carving or whitewashing. Beauty could be reflected.
However, the girl in the mirror was a little uneasy facing her former self. She did not know where to put her hands. She moved her hands around her body aimlessly. Her eyes were also drifting around, hiding a sense of guilt and cowardice that she could not look straight at.
She did not dare to look at herself. She did not dare to look at her past self. In fact, she knew that her life was a mess, but so what?
Everyone's life was a mess. It was good enough that she was not the worst one.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
Preston tossed a new set of pajamas to the girl and reminded her.
The girl nodded as she put on the pajamas. "You're a kind person. You took me in. Your wife passed away a few years ago. I think you're a reliable person, so …"
This was the identity and background that Preston had made up for himself. He was a widower living on the other side of the city. He met a girl who was wandering around some time ago and decided to take her in.
Then, a lonely heart and a person who needed care came together. It was a very heartwarming story that did not make people feel overwhelmed.
This time, the girl came home with him under his encouragement. She wanted to tell her family about herself, at least her mother, to make sure that no one would be sad for her.
After staying here for a while, they would leave.
It was a great story.
Everything was just as Preston had imagined. The stepfather, who was lusting after the girl's body, chose the former between money and the stepdaughter that he couldn't get. He started to protect his stepdaughter like a real father and warned Preston not to mess around and abandon the girl.
This was … a very strange feeling. The girl had never felt that money could have such a terrifying power. It could not only change a person's attitude, but also their soul.
Preston hid himself peacefully. The neighbors around him treated him very well. They even thought that the girl was lucky to have found a rich man.
With the small gifts that Preston gave everyone from time to time, he had completely integrated into the living environment here.
Some people were very relaxed, while others were very nervous.
After Lynch finished his speech at Kurilan State University, he did not stay for long and returned to Sabin. His time was limited, and he had to return to Bupenn soon. There were a lot of things waiting for him there.
Early in the morning, he called Ferrar. Not long after, Ferrar appeared in front of Lynch.
His expression was a little strange, as if … a little awkward. "Just in time, I have something to talk to you about …"
Lynch nodded. "Let's talk on the way."
When they were in the car, Ferrar talked about what he wanted to talk to Lynch about. "You know, I've been working as a consultant for your company …" Lynch continued to nod. He had taken the initiative to invite Ferrar to become a consultant for his company.
At that time, Ferral was indeed very useful to him. Even now that he had developed to his current scale, it couldn't be said that he had nothing to do with Ferral.
Through Ferrar, Lynch met with Adelaide and conveyed his thoughts to the governor, which gave him the opportunity to participate in the celebration hosted by the president and meet Mr. Trumann. It was not a failed investment.
However, Ferrar had a different view of his own identity. "You know, in fact, at this point in your career, some of the advice I can provide you can no longer meet your needs in the development of your company."
Lynch was now in contact with a very high level of people. As long as he was willing, and the president did indeed have time, he could easily be received by the president in the presidential palace and have a chat with him for a while.
In addition, there was also Mr. Trumann. Mr. Trumann's outstanding performance in this series of crises had won him a lot of points. Some people said that he might enter a more important role in a large department, such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The minister of foreign affairs and the former vice minister did not have any achievements or ability in dealing with these diplomatic crises. If Mr. Trumann were to become a minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it would only be just right.
Lynch was already in contact with people of this level. The mayor's aide, Ferrar, seemed to be a bit uninteresting.
Uninteresting did not mean that he did not deserve to be friends with Lynch or anything like that. It was just that he did not play a big role at this time, but he still had the title of consultant and received a huge salary from Lynch every month.
He was sorry for this job and the money. After all, he could no longer do anything.
Lynch patted his arm. "Since you have said it, then I will respect your decision …"
Sometimes, people were unreasonable. Before meeting Lynch and talking to him about these things, Ferrar was still thinking about how to persuade Lynch. He was afraid that Lynch would not agree.
In fact, he did not do this completely out of selflessness. He had some of his own ideas.
With these major diplomatic and military breakthroughs, the stock price of the Federation began to rise. For a few days, the Federation Industrial Index increased significantly. Although the rate of increase was very slow and the index's rise was limited, it was indeed an increase against the trend.
The stock market, the financial circle, and the top tycoons of the Empire were all gathered here. The appreciation of the stock market benefited a lot of capitalists. They began to stand in the president's position and advocate the benefits of the new government and new policies.
Capitalists had always been so blatant and shameless. Whoever could bring them benefits would be their father.
In addition, the president had agreed to some of the proposals and plans of the Department of Defense and the military. He had also increased military spending. This made the military, which had not been on his side before, willing to maintain a neutral attitude in the election in a year and a half.
The chances of the president winning the election were very high. If he won, it meant that a president who might be in office for ten years would be born.
Ten years was enough for the president to build his own hardcore political force. This was also the best time for political speculation.
In a year and a half, the mayor of Sabin, Langdon, would most likely leave to lead other places or be promoted to the state government. At the very least, it would not be difficult to get the title of a state senator or a member of the House of Representatives.
Ferral desperately needed the support of some powerful people to protect his path of election.
Among them, Lynch's attitude was very important. If he pretended that he did not know anything and continued to work as a consultant for Lynch's company with a high salary, who knew if he would be labeled as a greedy person in Lynch's mind.
When it came to the election, as long as he did not talk about Felar and praised his opponent, a large number of votes would be poured into his opponent's camp.
The big capitalists in every area had a strong control over the votes in their area. They had all kinds of ways to ask the workers to stand on the same political side as them.
Therefore, Felar had to say these words. However, after he said it, Lynch directly agreed to his request, which made him feel very disappointed.
So, in Lynch's heart, I am so unimportant?!
That's why people say bitches are pretentious. However, Felar quickly pulled himself together. This was actually good. Without too much interference, the relationship between the two became clean.
However, his thinking was too simple. Lynch quickly threw out a new bait. "I just got someone to register a labor service company. If you have any relatives, you can find someone to invest in it. Do you understand what I mean?"
Felar was stunned for a moment. Investing in a local company had always been a privilege that only the rulers had. A mayor's aide like him would at most get some benefits.
For example, he could be an additional source of income like a consultant, or simply some exquisite small gifts, such as a set of golf clubs or something.
Very few people would even give them the opportunity to invest in a company because they were not qualified.
Felar, who was a little sad just now, suddenly became very surprised. This kind of surprise was not the result of pretending to be excited. It was a real surprise. He suddenly felt that Lynch was really a good person. Kind, friendly, almost all the positive words could be used to describe him.
Seeing that Felar was still in a state of shock, Lynch patted his arm. "I heard that the mayor will leave in two years. No matter what, I personally support you in the election."
"You know more about all aspects of this city than others. You know what the people living here need. This is your advantage. Others can't do this, so I will support you!"
"Mr. Lynch …" Ferral was a little excited. Happiness came too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to prepare before it hit his face. He even addressed Lynch as "Mr. Lynch". "Thank you very much!"
"You will see. Choosing me will definitely not be a choice you will regret!"