The atmosphere of today's banquet was very good. Mr. Vaudric had even invited a popular female singer to perform. With the addition of the band, the atmosphere was quite good.
"I heard that you want to join the Saint Harmony Society."
After the banquet started, Mr. Vaudric found Lynch alone and talked about some of Lynch's ideas.
The Federation was ruled by the Saint Harmony Society!
The Saint Harmony Society ruled the world!
How ignorant would one have to be to believe such a lie? However, most people in the Federation believed it. Whether it was the Federation government or the leaders of the world, they were all members of the Saint Harmony Society, or were controlled by the Saint Harmony Society.
What was even more surprising was that the Saint Harmony Society, the Saint Harmony Society, had never refuted this rumor. They had tacitly agreed to it, which further increased the Saint Harmony Society's popularity.
A different secret society, an open secret society, a secret society that everyone wanted to join!
Lynch also wanted to join. Most of the upper class members of the Federation were members of the Saint Harmony Society. Although it was possible to climb to the top without the Saint Harmony Society's identity, it was obviously easier with such an identity.
He had thought of finding a way to become a student of the Saint Harmony Federation this year, but it was obvious that he was too busy to leave. He could only consider it in name.
Fortunately, this was the Bailey Federation. As long as one had money, there was nothing that could not be done.
It was unknown where Mr. Vaudric had heard this news. Now that he brought it up, it was obvious that he had a purpose.
Lynch nodded. "This identity is very important to me."
Mr. Vaudric nodded slightly. "I can give you a letter of recommendation. You know …" His thumb pressed under the collar of his sword, making the Saint Harmony Society's third level badge stand out. "With my recommendation, no one will make things difficult for you."
Even within the Saint Harmony Society, Mr. Vaudric was a big shot. However, Lynch was thinking about his motives.
For someone of his status, his every action and every word was not necessarily just superficial. There must be a deeper meaning behind it.
Lynch's scrutinizing gaze made Mr. Vaudric laugh involuntarily. He held his wine glass and raised it slightly. The two clinked glasses and took a small sip. He continued, "Do you always treat the world like this?"
"Even if it's just good intentions?"
Lynch also took a sip of wine. "There's always a demand and purpose behind every action, not to mention that you're the famous Mr. Vaudric. I can't help but think about it."
Mr. Waldrick smiled reservedly. "This is an investment, Lynch. Your future is bound to be amazing, so I'm investing in you in advance. To me, it's insignificant, but important to you. Isn't this what we like to do the most?" Mr. Waldrick smiled reservedly.
"Your words make me feel much better. I accept your investment, sir!"
The two clinked glasses again to confirm the "deal". In fact, Lynch was very clear that as long as he became a member of the Saint Harmony Society with this recommendation letter, he would be labeled as part of Vaudric's faction.
This also meant that before he entered the Saint Harmony Society, he would already have the same enemy as Mr. Vaudric. It seemed like he was at a disadvantage.
However, everything was relative. If there was a bad side, there would naturally be a good side.
As soon as Lynch joined the Saint Harmony Society, he would face some opponents, but at the same time, he would also gain many friends.
Those who could be friends with Mr. Vaudric were not nobodies. There were gains and losses.
Moreover, even if Lynch did not agree, he would have to start from scratch and face all kinds of challenges and sides.
The factions in the academy, the factions with political stances, the factions involved in different fields …
It was better to just join a faction that was less dangerous and more profitable.
"Before you leave, my housekeeper will give you the recommendation letter, then I'll …" He looked at the other guests, "… excuse me, I have to take care of them!"
As soon as Mr. Vaudric left, the other people who were watching took the initiative to come over, "Mr. Lynch …"
This was a very magical experience. At this time, Lynch was less than two months away from his 22nd birthday, but he had already become "Mr. Lynch" in the mouth of these publicly recognized successful people. Perhaps this was a kind of enjoyment that came with wealth, status, power, and influence.
"Hello …" The smile that was like a spring breeze made the middle-aged man in front of Lynch unconsciously reveal the most sincere smile.
…
In the room, Sevillera was lying on the bed, bored to death. She was flipping through some fashion magazines. She had recently planned to write another book, of course, because she was too bored.
No one could understand her pain. From the moment she was born, even if she was a useless person, she was still a useless person that 99% of the people in this world had to look up to.
No matter what she did or did not do, the property she would inherit in the future was constantly expanding at a terrible speed.
The impact of the financial crisis and the economic tsunami was nothing more than slowing down the expansion of this property a little, so she was very bored.
But she and her peers, those children from the same family background, could not get along.
Those really useless people only thought about how to spend money all day, how to spend money in a variety of ways, rotten and depraved.
Another group of people discussed business and politics all day long, and all kinds of other things too seriously.
She wanted to find something for herself. Perhaps it was a good idea to be a role model for women in the new era.
She wanted to prove to the world that she was excellent, that she could become an excellent woman in the new era even if she did not have a family background.
Writing books and running her own fashion brand were her main jobs. She had always been able to receive some letters from her fans. Recently, these letters had increased again.
In fact, these letters would increase every year at this time, because some young high school girls were about to enter college. They must prepare something before entering college, such as the long-selling book "How to Quickly Integrate into the College Social Circle."
This book was listed in many bookstores in a variety of categories, including "Ten Must-Read Books for College Freshmen".
A new round of hot sales began, and there were more letters from readers. This made her want to write another book. It was probably related to her fashion brand.
This could form a very good complementary interaction. She could use the identity of a best-selling author to shift people's attention to her fashion brand and establish a unique temperament, such as a brand suitable for young intellectual women.
Everything was difficult at the beginning. She flipped through the fashion magazine and thought of the beginning of the book — "An Ordinary Girl and an Ordinary Dream." She felt that this sentence could describe her inner feelings when she founded the brand.
Just as she was thinking about how to use beautiful words to describe the difficulties and obstacles of an ordinary girl in the process of realizing an ordinary dream, some sounds downstairs interrupted her thoughts.
She frowned her delicate brows. She knew that there would be a small cocktail party at home tonight. A small sound interrupted her thoughts, and it was difficult to connect. She hammered the velvet pillow outlined with golden silk and turned over to get out of bed.
She decided to take a look and get some wine to drink.
Sevillera was already an adult, and Mr. Vaudric did not forbid her from drinking, but the place to drink must be at home.
The outside world was very dangerous. Countless people were planning to impregnate his daughter and sneak into the family, so he was very strict in this regard. Perhaps this was also the reason why Sevillera and her peers were difficult to get in touch with.
She did not like those boring circles, and her father did not allow her to like those lively circles. Of course, she herself did not like the chaotic life.
After all, she was a delicate, independent, and self-reliant young girl.
She walked into the side hall on the first floor and secretly poured herself a glass of wine. When she turned around and was about to find a corner to have a good taste, her eyes suddenly lit up.
A gentleman who was chatting with Lynch glanced at Sevillera, who was standing not far away and looking at them. He thought very seriously, and then politely asked them to end their conversation.
The feeling of being stared at was not very good, not to mention that this was the big boss's daughter.
As soon as the man left, Sevillera took the initiative to walk up. "Why are you here?"
She asked very naturally. After interacting with Lynch several times, she found that Lynch was different from everyone else. He was an anomaly!
He had the calmness of Mr. Vaudric, and like that man, he could bring a sense of security to a girl. That afternoon in the study, the small particles suspended in the air and ignited by the sun surrounded him.
He was full of confidence and calmness as he chatted with Mr. Vaudric. The man she had admired for more than 20 years showed an unprecedented concentration and seriousness.
Lynch was not like those who liked to play around. He was unscrupulous and noisy all the time, which made people uncomfortable, but it was not boring. He would joke and joke. When she was with him, she did not feel that it was noisy or boring. She always felt very happy.
He was a very magical person. When she did not see him, she did not miss him too much. But when she saw him, she could not help but want to walk over and chat with him.
Looking at the girl's surprised eyes, Lynch was a little surprised. "I was passing by and happened to be a little hungry …" He pointed at the plates on the table. "So I came in to get something to eat. You won't report me to others, right?"
"I don't have an invitation!"
The girl pursed her lips and smiled. She smiled without showing her teeth. "You're lying!"
She did not give Lynch any more chance to speak and asked a question. "Do you know how to write a book?"
Lynch hesitated for a moment. "If writing a book means writing a lie to achieve the purpose of deceiving others, then I know how to."
The girl directly ignored all the words in front of his words. "That's great. I happen to have something to talk to you about!"